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bought myself a raincan
I prayed for water
My raincan caught a cup
Of bilge and water

A car pulls up the curb
The window rolls as a pistol is exposed
He

Wrong Side of the Road

Tom Waits

New York 1979

2019

And wash em down with bilge water
And say you'll never snitch
Take the buttons from a yellow jacket
The feather from a buzzard
And the blood from

Gather round me hearties, a tale I have to tell
The captain drank the bilge water and his minds halfway to hell

Its mutiny of which I speak
The old

Gather round me hearties, a tale I have to tell
The captain drank the bilge water and his minds halfway to hell

Its mutiny of which I speak
The old

like it down here boss just as much as you
The bilge water and the bus tub stew
I got a three legged dog and a one eyed buccaneer
I like my homemade wine

Town with No Cheer

Scarlett Johansson

Anywhere I Lay My Head

2008

often
There's nothing sadder
Than a town with no cheer
Voc rail decided the canteen
Was no longer necessary there
No spirits
No bilge-water
And 80

Bilge water smells like regret, it goes straight up my nose and deep
to my lungs.
Cannon balls strike over my head but I feel no fear.
Give up

Die Jugend Marschiert

Propagandhi

Potemkin City Limits

say that out loud? Oh, well, it's not like it's something new. It's just the logical extension of the decades of bilge water that you've let us pump

The swans drown in bilge water,
take down the signs,
test the poisons,
get the nails ready,
flog the backs of the saints.

I'm set to destroy your tomorrow.
I

someone
Is this the promised land: this century old urine stain?
Is this the year of jubilee: this bilge water age?
O, lit pilgrims, leave these laments for

It don't matter if the cold wind blows
I'm gonna wind up working in the thick of it
Sunshine through the rain and snow
There's an oily brine bilge

swish)
I got into my boat and I fell into the bilge pump (wah!)
Oh no, I'm being drowneded by the bilge pump (glug-glug-glug-glug-glug-glug)
(Swish), oh

Fast
It starts
Chain shot
And there goes the mast
Disaster strikes
Waves crashing
That
One shot
Left us
Dead in the water
Driftwood
The bilge is filling

the brig until he’s sober

Tie him to the mast and then you’ll beat him

Shave his head with a rusty razer

Give him a dose of salt sea water.

Put him in

better not grow old

And even in the knowledge that the air was filled
With fantasy and horror and the rancid bilge
Of men with nothing but contempt

Set the sails! Hoist'em up, ya bilge rats!
Bring us broadside! Swing us back around!
Ah! See those sober sailors, Sammy?
Sammy, Captain? Sing with me