Track name: DRINK, MEN! QUAFF, MEN! A
Trackcode: SCDV124137
Composer: Markus Strasser, Michael Streefkerk
アーティスト: Markus Strasser, Spike Streefkerk
EAN/GTIN: 4020771243174
ISRC: DE-B63-24-00609
Album name: PIRATES
Catalogue number: SCDV1241
Label: Sonoton Vanguard - SCDV
LC number: 07573
Joyful and lively pirate sea shanty with a traditional Folk Dance vibe featuring male lead vocals, clarinet, acoustic guitar, accordion, pounding acoustic percussion and handclaps. A pirate's drinking song about the casual problems that occur on a boat. Perfect for pirate and mermaid themes, traditional Folk music, and pub scenes in TV and film. 122 bpm (Gmin)
Arranged and produced by Mike 'Spike' Streefkerk & Markus Strasser.
Recorded by Mike 'Spike' Streefkerk, Markus Strasser & Marion Hensel at Hellinger Studios, Dresden, Germany.
Mixed by Mike 'Spike' Streefkerk & Markus Strasser at Hellinger Studios, Dresden, Germany.
Performed by Markus Strasser (percussions, guitars, accordion, mallets, brass, woodwinds, drums, voice, everything else), Spike Streefkerk (voice, additional instruments), Marion Hensel (harp, flutes, voice) & Helmar Reuther (violin).
Mastered by Daniel Goodridge.
Artwork by Pio Mars.
Drink, men! Quaff, men!
Drink, men! Quaff, men!
You may have lost an arm or a leg the other day
You trained your parrot to speak for years, but now he flew away
We robbed a ship and hard we fought, but they just loaded tea
Our dreams of rum and gold sank with that ship far out at sea
Drink, men! Quaff, men! Your troubles disappear
Drink, men! Quaff, men! With wine an' rum an' beer
Raise your glasses, stomp your feet, as long as we are here!
So drink, men! Quaff, men! Ahoy and cheers!
You have to share your hammock with the new cadet
You've heard he's into men, so you must not forget to
Drink, men! Quaff, men! Your troubles disappear
Raise your glasses, stomp your feet, ahoy and cheers!
(Hey, hey, hey, hey...)
We fought with swords and cannons, gun smoke it filled the air
Our captain screamin' somethin' that we just couldn't hear
His rotten teeth and long grey beard, so hard to understand
Until we realised that we were fightin' our own men
Drink, men! Quaff, men! Your troubles disappear
Drink, men! Quaff, men! With wine an' rum an' beer
Raise your glasses, stomp your feet, as long as we are here
So drink, men! Quaff, men! Ahoy and cheers!
We stranded on an island at a cannibal hotspot
Before we could beg for mercy we were sitting in their pot, so
Drink, men! Quaff, men! Your troubles disappear
Raise your glasses, stomp your feet, ahoy and cheers!
The tales of some pirates, not always at their best
So don't forget to drink and quaff, forget about the rest
Cheers!