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The Saltee Tango

from Future Come And Get Me by Stoat

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The Saltee Tango

Heave away on the poop deck!
We’re shipwrecked.
We’re washed up on the sand.
We’re dried out on the strand.
We’re accustomed to defeat, boys,
So we’ll eat, boys,
And we’ll drink our fill and then
We’ll go to sea again.
Promises of fortune and of fame
Are not what keep us in this game –
Our losses swallow up our gains.
So, with the old crew and a new plan,
We’ll gather on the shore
And go to sea once more.

What is it? What is it
That calls us all out here?
Without sextant, without compass,
A-squandering our years.
The ocean swarms and heaves and we are frozen to the bone
And Davy Jones’ locker is beckoning below.
Bail away, me boys, bail away.
This storm won’t last forever
But there’s more on the way.

Heave away on the poop deck!
We’re shipwrecked.
We’re washed up on the sand.
We’re dried out on the strand.
We’re accustomed to defeat, boys,
So we’ll eat, boys,
And we’ll drink our fill and then
We’ll go to sea again.
Promises of fortune and of fame
Are not what keep us in this game –
Our losses swallow up our gains.
So, with the old crew and a new plan,
We’ll gather on the shore
And go to sea once more.


A clear sky and a fair wind, a clean and rolling sea –
Greater joys then these are inconceivable to me.
But other occupations must yield treasure of their own –
The butcher and the cobbler seem contented in the town.
Safe and dry in bed each night
Tucked up snugly with their wives
Are they or I more satisfied?
Who knows?
Not I.

I suppose when I was still young
I lived among my family in their home,
Far from the waves and foam.
But now my memory’s faded,
I’ve a grey head,
And that time it seems
As if it was a dream.

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from Future Come And Get Me, released August 5, 2005

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Stylistically inconsistent indie / pop / rock music from Ireland.

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