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We didn't consciously set out to tell the story of the Amoco Cadiz in musical form. But that's what happened. Music can sometimes be as unpredictable as heavy shipping
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Lyrics
There was a great grinding crunch
there was a rush of air
from the pump room fans and the pump room itself
the ship was blown open
and in about 8 dead seconds
the front of the bridge was covered in crude oil.
I think the ship was ruptured by way of the pump room
That is, the forward bulkhead of the pump room
There was crude oil, crude oil, there was crunch
There was crude oil, crude oil, there was
There was crude oil, crude oil, there was crunch
There was crude oil, crude oil, there was Rupture Rupture Rupture
("Who are you.....?"
"....an invisible horse")
Hooves of life
clip-clop beneath the sea
a cunniondorfic sound
gamely I cling to your sea sodden mane
And I don't advise
when a tugs required
cause we were drifting toward
towards the shore
where the deals are done
where this yarn was spun
by a blue lagoon
in the afternoon
Time to check the map
and avoid mishap
well it was given to me
and it was washed away
Then a seagull cried
something in it's eye
for we had run a ground
with a grinding sound
somewhere down the line
somewhere in the brine
now it's a black lagoon
in the afternoon
("... ladies and gentlemen...Mr Morris Cunniondorf Wethat")
We'll rant and we'll roar
like true British sailors
we'll rant and we'll roar
All o'er the Worlds seas
until we strike soundings
in the channel of old England
from Ushant to Scilly
is 35 leagues
("...and if you'd like any more information about the audio fables please don't hesitate to contact....")
And that Pedalo confusion
a banana boat delusion
listing badly like a galleon
that's been holed upon the shoreline
It's the smell upon a stiff breeze
a compartment full of swiss cheese
that has sprung a leak while bobbing
in the moat the mice are sobbing
They are trapped in their illusion
fighting pedalo confusion
...and so are we
...and so are you
They are trapped in their illusion
fighting pedalo confusion
...and so are we
...and so are you
interlude
Are you sick and tired of your old supertanker
why not pop down to Morris Cunniondorf Wethat's
Supertanker warehouse.
We've a selection of new and used Supertankers for you to peruse
and you'll be amazed by his incredible part exchange deals
so if heavy freight is your business
then we want to do business with you
Morris Cunniondorf Wethat
Now that's what I call
a super tanker
there was a rush of air
from the pump room fans and the pump room itself
the ship was blown open
and in about 8 dead seconds
the front of the bridge was covered in crude oil.
I think the ship was ruptured by way of the pump room
That is, the forward bulkhead of the pump room
There was crude oil, crude oil, there was crunch
There was crude oil, crude oil, there was
There was crude oil, crude oil, there was crunch
There was crude oil, crude oil, there was Rupture Rupture Rupture
("Who are you.....?"
"....an invisible horse")
Hooves of life
clip-clop beneath the sea
a cunniondorfic sound
gamely I cling to your sea sodden mane
And I don't advise
when a tugs required
cause we were drifting toward
towards the shore
where the deals are done
where this yarn was spun
by a blue lagoon
in the afternoon
Time to check the map
and avoid mishap
well it was given to me
and it was washed away
Then a seagull cried
something in it's eye
for we had run a ground
with a grinding sound
somewhere down the line
somewhere in the brine
now it's a black lagoon
in the afternoon
("... ladies and gentlemen...Mr Morris Cunniondorf Wethat")
We'll rant and we'll roar
like true British sailors
we'll rant and we'll roar
All o'er the Worlds seas
until we strike soundings
in the channel of old England
from Ushant to Scilly
is 35 leagues
("...and if you'd like any more information about the audio fables please don't hesitate to contact....")
And that Pedalo confusion
a banana boat delusion
listing badly like a galleon
that's been holed upon the shoreline
It's the smell upon a stiff breeze
a compartment full of swiss cheese
that has sprung a leak while bobbing
in the moat the mice are sobbing
They are trapped in their illusion
fighting pedalo confusion
...and so are we
...and so are you
They are trapped in their illusion
fighting pedalo confusion
...and so are we
...and so are you
interlude
Are you sick and tired of your old supertanker
why not pop down to Morris Cunniondorf Wethat's
Supertanker warehouse.
We've a selection of new and used Supertankers for you to peruse
and you'll be amazed by his incredible part exchange deals
so if heavy freight is your business
then we want to do business with you
Morris Cunniondorf Wethat
Now that's what I call
a super tanker
Parichayaka
10 out of 10 for originality! Had a little trouble understanding the lyrics at times but this song made me laugh out loud. Brilliant musical humor! Seriously. The musical backdrop is surprisingly sophistated and mixed extremely well. Lots of nice ideas blended into an absolutely georgous popurree of...yeah, what exactly?! I'd love to know more about your band. Sounds like quite a few years of playing together? A sound like that doesn't come overnight. What a nice surprise, can't wait to hear more from you guys!