here's another pirate song:
At age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish pirates - Mediterranean thugs
After some torture they considered me their mascot - a Cypriotic good luck
I had the taste of death and many other things
I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring
I would never see my family again.
By 25 I was respected as an equal - my art was a knife
On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard
Yeah, I was seeking a fight
There is no time to pray, there's no time to beg
And then it's off with an arm or it's off with a leg
And if I spare your life, it's because the tide is leavin'.
By 31 I was the captain of a galleon - I was Poseidon's new son
The coast of ??? was my favourite target - Ah, it was ever such fun
We had no wooden legs or steel hooks
We had no black eyepatches or a starving cook
We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor.
"The Hook", by Stephen Malkmus
note potential cross-thread to Aging Songs (19, 25, 31)
