(Emerson/Lake/Sinfield)
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”Who’ll make his mark”, the captain cried.
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”To the devil drink a toast.
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We’ll glut the hold with cups of gold
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And we’ll feed the sea with ghosts
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I see your hunger for a fortune
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Could be better served beneath my flag
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If you’ve the stomach for a broadside
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Come aboard my pretty boys
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I will take you and make you
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Everything you’ve ever dreamed.”
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”Make fast the guns tonight we sail
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when the high tide floods the bay,
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cut free the lines and square the yards
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get the black flag stowed away
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the Turk, the Arab, the Spaniard
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will soon have pennies on their eyes
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and any other laden fancy
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we will take her by surprise
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I will take you and make you
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Everything you’ve ever dreamed.”
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Six days off the Cuban coast when a sail ahead they spied
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”A galleon of the treasure fleet,’ the mizzen lookout cried
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”Closer to the wind my boys,” the mad-eyed captain roared
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”For every man that’s alive tonight will be hauling gold aboard.”
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”Spare us,” the galleon begged but mercy’s face had fled
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Blood ran from the screaming souls the cutlass harvested
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Driven to the quarter deck the last survivor fell
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”She’s ours my boys,” the Captain grinned ”and no one left to tell.”
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The Captain rose from a silk divan
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With a pistol in his fist
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And shot the lock from an iron box
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And a blood red ruby kissed
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”I give you jewellery of turquoise
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A crucifix of solid gold
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One hundred thousand silver pieces
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It is just as I foretold
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You... You see there before you everything
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You’ve ever dreamed.”
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Anchored in an indigo moonlit bay
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Gold-eyed ‘round fires the sea thieves lay
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Morning... white shells and a pipe of clay
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As the wind filled their footprints
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They were far... far... away.
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”Our sails swell full as we brave all seas
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On a westward wind to live as we please
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With the wicked wild-eyed woman of Portobello town
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Where we’ve been told that a purse of gold
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Buys many man a crown
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They will serve you and clothe you
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Exchange your rags for the velvet coats of Kings.”
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”Who’ll drink a toast with me
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I give you Liberty
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This town is ours... tonight.”
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”Landlord, wine make it the finest
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Make it a cup for a sea dogs thirst
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Two long years of bones and beaches
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Fever and leeches did their worst
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So fill the night with paradise
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Bring me peach and peacock till I burst
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But first, I want a soft touch in the right place
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I want to feel like a King tonight
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Ten on the black to beat the Frenchman
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Back you dogs give ’em room to turn
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Now open wide sweet Heaven’s gates
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Tonight we’re gonna see if Heaven burns
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See how she burns... Oh she burns
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I want an angel on a gold chain
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And I’ll ride her to the stars
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It’s the last time for a long long time
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Come the daybreak, we embark...”
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On the flood of the morning tide
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Once more the ocean cried.
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”This company will return one day
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Though we feel your tears it’s the price we pay
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For there’s prizes to be taken and glory to be found
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Cut free the chains make fast your souls
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We are Eldorado bound...
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I will take you always forever together
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Until hell call our names...”
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”Who’ll drink a toast with me
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To the devil and the deep blue sea
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Gold drives a man... to dream!”
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Pirate
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| Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
