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letra de song of the siren - barnabydixon

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the call of the sea calls many indeed, for reasons quite varied and wide
the sea-sickened cabin boy pondered on this, as he vomited over the side

for what reason had he to be out at sea on this bitterly cold starlit night. for he was the lookout, and lookout did he, less the ship’s bow be dashed by the ice

still a young mind can wander, and wander it did, on women and money and beer. then a feminine voice emergеd from the sea, and a song landed sweet on his еar

“come to me, come to me unto the waves, and let my embrace keep you warm. take a look over the side of the ship, and gaze at my beautiful form.”

he leaned over and squinted but struggled to find the source of the sweet melody. still further he stretched as the ship’s bow struck ice, and head-first he fell to the sea

tensions were high next day on the ship for reasons i need not explain. rations were low and so was the patience of the cook and the bosun mcclain

the cook was exhausted and mcclain’s hands were raw from fixing the ship’s damaged bow

when the captain passed by and barked out commands, the two of them muttered and scowled

the last of the crew was the first mate morgan, who the captain could trust with his life. he kept watch that night and staved off boredom and thought of his children, and wife

pirates had ravaged the towns of the coast, and prayed that his loved ones were well. but morgan would shortly turn white as a ghost when he heard these few words from the swell

“come to me, come to me unto the waves, and nothing remains on this earth. your family was k!lled in the last of the raids, so how much is living now worth?”

“no!”, morgan wailed, “you lying see cow!”, but somehow he knew it was true. he pulled out his pistol and aimed at his brow (bang!) and tumbled into the blue

the shot woke the men and in minutes the deck rang with slurs from the last of the crew
“sirens, captain”, exclaimed the cook, “i think you mistake us for fools!”

“do i care what you think, you petulant t-rd, i’m in command of this ship! you both must be clever and follow my word, or else you’ll be taking a dip!”

the cook and mcclain went back down again, cursing while the captain took watch. the hours went by while the stars filled the sky, and he sipped on the last of his scotch

he took one last swig and looked at his glass, and hurled it down into the surf. he’d need all his cunning, and had to think fast, when the sea answered back with a verse

“captain your weight is as sharp as a knife, and i can’t convince you to part with your life. but grant me more verses, and i’ll tell you instead, that before the sun rises, you will be dead.”

minutes went by and the captain was tense, biting down hard on his tongue. but he couldn’t handle the fear and suspense. “i’ll grant you more verses, explain what you sung!”

silence

“ehhh siren… “captain you must be aware of your crew, treacherous men will be coming for you…you will die in torment and pain, tonight you’ll be stabbed in the back by mcclain.”

the captain’s mind raced, he could now understand, it was clear his men’s hatred ran deep. well, they never knew he concocted a plan, “i’ll drown the sick dogs in their sleep!”

down in the cabins, a knockin’ was heard, and the startled cook suddenly woke. the knockin’ got louder, he trembled, disturbed. it was comin’ from under the boat

he crouched on the floor upon hearin’ a voice, and heard these faint words through the wood: “your captain is mad, he’s headin’ for ice. get to the deck if you value your life.”

he ran to the deck and spotted the captain boarding the only life boat. he lept at the man, but the captain was strong and he soon had the cook by the throat

the captain cried out, shuddered and shook, his back had been pierced by a blade. he stumbled forward keeping hold of the cook, and the two tumbled into the waves
mcclain rushed off to the wheel of the ship, mere seconds from hitting the ice. but with blood on your hands, it’s tricky to grip, and the ship and the lifeboat were sliced

the water rose fast, it was bitterly cold, so freezing he quickly went numb. and just as his body was leaving his soul, he thought he heard somebody hum

(instrumental + humming)

“so, remember this tale, there’s a lesson in this for men who are foolish and young. if a maiden seems willing, but smells like a fish, ’tis best if you don’t take the plunge.”

- barnabydixon

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