The Anti Shanty
Take yer shanties and shove em.
Take yer white foam flying.
Take yer fair winds blowing.
Take yer furrows following fucking freely.
And shove em.
Yer songs about masts and sails
and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.
Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.
Unreal figures dancing and prancing.
Shove em.
The truth is filth and fury
lacking in glory longest days worked,
alcohol, drugs and syphilis.
Rampant masturbation,
And loveless connotation,
So take your romantic notions
and fuck em.
Ive lost more shipmates to alcohol
then to vagaries of romance.
Ive seen more marriages broken
kids from families merely token.
So take your ideas and shove em.
Ive been in hurricanes and ferocious seas
and people spew and break their bones.
Others drown there aint no Davey Jones.
There aint no dancing and tunes on the fiddle
Young lad can’t abide
so lonely commits suicide.
Men going to war for broken means
getting killed for monies dreams.
Your romancing bollox is just a disease.
Ships owned by uncaring twats.
And when your castaway….
it aint on a pacific island
with a new chum called Friday,
its being put on the dole to rot without pay.
So take your unrealities and shove em.
Ive sailed every sea and ocean
And I’ve never seen the emotion
of jolly shanties and rolling breakers.
Ive seen wales and albatross
and freezing icebergs.
But none of that is worth a lump
When yer mates arms ripped off in a pump.
Ive worked in engine rooms
Where great machines trade.
At 45 degrees of the Centigrade.
And boilers with steam
Where I heard my mates scream
as burns covered their bodies.
So take yer weird notions noddy.
Sleepless nights in heavy weather
working hard to keep it together.
Exhausts lagged with asbestosis
Cleaning chemicals to cause sarcomas
and cheap booze to bring cirrhosis.
With isolation to promote psychosis
Ive seen all that and you can
shanty for shit and shove it.
M.C. Newberry
Sun 31st Mar 2019 17:38
Powerful in its torrent of tidal misery. But it's always human nature
to make the best of bad things whilst accepting the reality of the worst - so graphically and impressively set out in this "anti" blog.
The following lines may serve as an example of my thinking:
You can keep yer steam boat racin'
But gimme the run in a gale
Of a well geared able clipper
What is driven by snow-white sail;
For I've known the thrill of a pilin' sea,
And the sky In a snow-flecked gown,
With fourteen knots in her windbag
When she's running her easting down.