#sea shanties too

[rawr-monsters]

Sometimes I listen to a song and the person just does not have the right voice for it, and usually it's because it's too pretty. It happens most often with working songs, though. I'm sorry but if you have a pretty voice you should not be singing the chemical workers song. The line "well a process man am I, and I'm telling you no lie" sounds like a goddamn lie outta some of these mouths.

[banneriscarried]

I’ve done a lot of listening this year

[fandomfuntimem]

I've been drawing for three hours.

More.

[wordy-little-witch]

I absolutely adore your thoughts on Buggy and Sea Shanties. So I'd like to share an inspiration and a thought, Tale of the Shadow by Sail North.

What if that's the treasure Buggy seaked when he was younger and just as the lyrics he found it but the crew he put together was not loyal like his cannon lot so they where killed but the Shadow took a liking to Buggy after he survived. I'm imagining him flirting with the ship helped in that regard. Buggy captain of the Shadow.

Okay but that would he SUCH a good take. ((I love Sail North honestly you are fueling my obsession yesss)).

Consider maybe instead of Buggy actively SEARCHING for it, he stumbled across it. And the Shadow being less of a Prize To Be Sought and more of a grim omen, a harbinger of sea stories, among the many Buggy knows by heart.

His first crew, the ones cobbled together so soon after his first abandoned him - I'm honestly thinking they were sort of thrown together and Buggy took charge as he tends to do. And the rest fall in line at a surface level but only insofar as completing their goals. Buggy knows, he can see it, but really the only people he's ever had in his life who took him and his wants semi-seriously are dead or dead-to-him at that point. He doesn't care. It's a means to an end, he tells himself. He's using them as much as they're using him - no, he's using them more! In the flashiest of ways!!

And then they happen across a fog. And Buggy can Feel something out there that's Looking and Searching and Calling. He is absolutely not about that, no sir. He gives the orders to sail westward, navigating by the stars and not the log pose which is wobbling steadily to that Other Presence. The crew, if they can even be called that, are not happy with the order.

Buggy by this point is young still, maybe sixteen thereabouts at most, and he is the youngest on the ship. And the smallest. And seems the weakest.

He is not, the group learns terrifyingly quickly. He is thin, fast, skilled with a blade and smarter than he pretends to be. He's got experience under his belt and on his side against opponents bigger, stronger, better than him - and he's used to being outnumbered too.

The fight takes time and Buggy soon gets hit with a lucky shot, sending him sprawling to the deck and nearly crushed beneath ratty boots and cruel laughter. He is panting against the wood, straining to get up, to move, to fight or flee-

And he freezes.

The Presence is back and it's stronger than ever, right on top of them. It's only his resistance to Conquerors Haki which keeps him from so much as fluttering an eyelid under the sudden pressure choking the men and women alike on his ship.

Not many have the nerve to approach my hull with so little awareness.

Buggy goes still at the soft voice while the other's scatter, scramble, search for the interloper. They shout demands for the person to show themselves. Buggy merely pushes himself up enough to bow properly. That is no person, he knows, not in the way these bozos think.

There's a sudden whirl of air, rigging springing into motion, ropes and sails unwinding to snatch bodies and cut voices into choked gargling frenzies.

Buggy does not move. His head aches, his body sore, but his mind is racing over contingency after contingency. He needs to think, needs to figure out a way to survive this unholy clusterfuck of a situation-

He freezes as he catches a black intangible hem from his periphery.

A hand touches his head, soft despite the carnage swaying above by their will.

So small you are, little star, and yet so brightly you shine in the gloom...

A hand takes his chin, tilts his head up. Buggy squeezes his eyes shut.

Look upon me, star child.

"N-No," he declares decisively, though not impolitely. "It is disrespectful for mortals to meet the gaze of Spirits."

Ohhh, how bright you are, little star. What say the waves to my hull, what say the winds to my sails, that by which you are known?

He thinks for a moment, carefully, then answers. "I am called Buggy."

Oh, my sweet, my darling, how interesting you are, how clever, how wise for your sweet short years. By what means have the Fates forged a mind and soul like this? Such a gift to my heart, so intriguing.

"... what..." He licks his lips. "What say the sea, the winds, to that which you are called?"

... I am called many things, my junebug. But now? This Era knows me as The Shadow... but you knew that, didn't you?

"..."

Hm~ Yes. You will do nicely.

"What- aAA-!!"

Shhh, sleep, my sweet, let my love fill your pores and lungs. Dream sweetly under my spells and carry the blackened blessing of my Self with you into the Beginning and End. You, sweet Buggy, are destined for great things. I will carry you there, so long as you carry me in turn...

Buggy screamed into the wooden planks as blackness swallowed his senses, burning and baptizing his cells. The only thing he was aware of was the soft hand in his hair, the whispered assurances like dripping ink, and the pain.

Buggy was swallowed whole on a ship in the fog, cradled by a faceless being and guarded by corpses.

He awakens some time later on his ship, battered and damaged, dirty but warm under the warm, blazing sun. The rigging is damaged, the bodies gone. Buggy is alone, but, he finds sometime later, not unscathed. Staring back from the backs of his hands are two inky stylized emblems. The eyes stare into the air and space, offset by his skin.

He shudders.

He takes to wearing gloves.

He doesn't notice until weeks later that sometimes his shadow will smile at him, warm, loving, intelligent.

He learns more in the ensuing time, but not a word of it is ever breathed to another person.

One does not speak of deals with the fae, after all.

[cheadarchesse]

I only just started bringing cheap headphones places with me. This is amazing. I can just plug in a set of speakers I got for free and not have to listen to the annoying students nearby????

I can avoid the canned pop music stores love to play???

Did anyone else know about this???

[sherbertilluminated]

There are some issues and discourses that Stan Rogers returns to, or at least that's from multiple points of view. We have The Field Behind the Plow and Lies (the agricultural plight from the respective POVs of a husband and wife), The Idiot and Free in the Harbor (young men going west and the towns they leave behind) The Mary Ellen Carter and The Jeannie C (the woman boat I love is gone! What do I do?), and Bluenose and Man with Blue Dolphin (sister ships!). But the most interesting juxtaposition of songs in Stan Rogers' discography, I think, is Northwest Passage and its lesser-known counterpart Take it from Day to Day.

Northwest Passage is one of Stan's most famous songs, and deservedly so: with its rock-quaking harmonies, references to British-Canadian colonial history and meditation on the sublime purpose of Rogers' own career as a traveling musician, the work produces a sense of longing that would be epic if it weren't so futile. While Rogers is ambivalent-at-most about the colonialism inherent in his historical perspective (read: The House of Orange), his choice to focus on the psychological journeys of "the first men through this way" makes projects like the Franklin Expedition sound like exemplary iterations of a universal human journey—these explorers are Just Like You, and their longing for the Northwest Passage is the same, and so is their suffering, so the project itself doesn't sound like an act of colonial violence in Rogers' song. Even the choice to perform Northwest Passage a capella underscores (hehe) the sense of profound isolation that Rogers describes.

But Northwest Passage is a song about captains: men who recognized "the call" to leave their homes for the not-uninhabited Artic expanse and whose journeys make it into the history books. But Take it From Day to Day approaches the Northwest Passage from the opposite direction. Literally.

The song is from the perspective of a common sailor on the St. Roch, the first ship to travel the Northwest Passage west-to-east. And instead of of being overwhelmed by the natural beauty of the Artic or the symbolic resonance of the voyage, he's contemplates more prosaic themes: namely, how much he misses his lover.

It's a little silly to think, as Rogers belts out the chorus—"I'm as far North now as I want to come/but Larson's got us under his thumb/and I signed up for the whole damn run/I can't get off halfway!"—how disappointing this perspective on Artic voyages proves compared to the unfulfilled longing of Northwest Passage. Instead, the unfulfilled longing of the anonymous narrator makes Take if From Day to Day into one of Roger's most sexual songs. I beg you to listen to it, if only to count the sensual metaphors and double-entendres.

But whether you have heard Northwest Passage and love it, or you're interested in a more down-to-earth perspective on Ice, I think it's a song you might enjoy.

[ratuszarsenal]

you lads aware that there is a Polish cover of Northwest Passage, right? right?

[feral-and-chaotic]

The Dreaded Moby Duck, from the Longest John's song "Moby Duck"

[panhelleniios]

time to go back to work, puts on a podcast about herc and it opens with "if heracles was anything, it was a slut" (said positively)

[persephoneprice]

put 5 songs u listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your fav followers!!

i decided to answer this based on the first 5 songs on my on repeat and i really don’t know what this says about me.

1.) pink pony club - chappell roan

2.) the bolter - taylor swift

3.) the last one - maisie peters

4.) sea shanty medley - home free

5.) hot to go - chappell roan

[kennedy-writes]

back on tumblr bc I found a new favorite thing and I don’t have anywhere to yap at length about it. It is them:

I saw them 11 years ago, then somehow later thought they had gone away forever and missed them, and then re-found them at Disney this year. I bought a magic key (it was inevitable) and am going entirely too often to hear them play. I worry a little that I’m around too much and taking advantage of the atmosphere music but I can’t help it lol. They’re so good and so funny and they play the music I love. I never get to hear this music live otherwise. It’s honestly my favorite place to be right now. Specifically in New Orleans square, listening to them.

Anyway yes the Bootstrappers have made me a Disney person. Really I’m just a sea shanty person and a pirate person and I have a new favorite band.

[velvetgoldie]

‘Ode to the Falling’ but it’s about Captain Hook, insp. by @not-wholly-unheroic’s post

[diary-of-a-mad-man]

Alright I have a 6 and half hour playlist of sea shanties and bard tavern like tunes. Therefore I will be assigning said songs to the pirate smp memebers, this list will update and change with the story. I accept opinions and thoughts for those changes

Current List

Pirate SMP Sea Shanty List

Herons

ZombieCleo - All for me Grog

Olivesleepy -

OwengeJuice - The Last Shanty

SoupforEloise -

Smajor - Farewell Wanderlust

Watermunch -

Kestrels

Scar - The Flying Dutchman

Oli - Leave Her Johnny

Guqqie - Under a Violet Moon

Kyle -

Sausage - A Drop of Nelson’s Blood

Martyn - Bones in the Ocean

Kites

Aimsey - You and Me and the Devil Makes Three

Krow -

Reddoons - Drunken Salior

Bekyamon -

Tubbo -

Puffy - Captain Crow

Nightingale

Willowmvp -

Acho - Inkpot Gods

Graecie -

Roscumber -

DarkEyebrows -

Apokuna -

Oli’s Wife - Jolene (kisstrels lmao)

Songs I definitely want to add but I don’t know where yet;

Loreley, Savage Daughter, Touch the Sky, The Horror and The Wild, Teir Abhaile Riu, Santiana, Fish in the Sea

Playlist Link

[graveyardrabbit]

shoutout to the person I saw earlier today casually singing Roll The Old Chariot Along at the gas station. Missed connection.

[denzartriste]

three sea shanties just played in a row on spotify i think this means im obligated to write more pirate au

[grapecaseschoices]

seagulls (stop it now) should be the background music during storm coast quests.