dana clancyNew Bedford, c.1847
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Visited New Bedford yesterday...you really can see the 1800's still, during part of which New Bedford was the wealthiest city in America. At the whaling museum several years ago I came across a man who shared the same first and last as my grandfather...this whaling fellow was noted to have been picked up in Oahu by the Elizabeth, and he came ashore in NB in early 1847. My grandfather died in 1932, and I have never learned where his people came from. In this song, I invent a story of how the Clancy's came to Boston.


t the whaling museum several years ago I came across a man who shared the same first and last as my grandfather...this whaling fellow was noted to have been picked up in Oahu by the Elizabeth, and he came ashore in NB in early 1847. My grandfather died in 1932, and I have never learned where his people came from. In this song, I invent a story of how the Clancy's came to Boston.

new bedford, c.1847
the streets turn a scurry of harlots and whalers/ a whoreson shovels the gutters at dawn
whoreson say jim you come a bad day for landfall/before day turns dark you’ll wish you stayed in the brine
the fog smells to jim of coffee and horseshit/his boots are mud-heavy and his land-legs unsure
marie/been away 2 years/gone too long/ah the belly aflame with love’s anticipation
wages a spit yet he swaggers like a rich man/the countin is quick but adventure is his wealth
he turns to the road in a horsesplash and howlin/quickens his pace the sun sabers the fog
paint peelin a sea rat darts through the dooryard/he flushes at the skirt like the wake of a sperm
oh her face still echoes from swells of the south seas
and rears a bitter sight be there to greet him/brow to the moon she’s bursting with child
tell never who for there’s not a need a knowin/ revenge so sweet at the swap of his neck
by dusk he’ll be poundin his way up to boston/ blur in a dirt fog shadow on the moon
adrift like the sands in the splash of oahu
and I’ll be gone

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Contender for 2019 GK nomination - Folk/Acoustic Rock/Americana


PICNIC
well, what an intriguing track, a toucha Herman Melville and a James joycean lyrics on the wild side, summoning up New Bedford, a whaling town in the 1800s, and a sailor home from a 2 year sea voyage, quite creative, expressive vocal also, cheers...


Over The Moon
Simply brilliant!


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"well, what an intriguing track, a toucha Herman Melville and a James joycean lyrics on the wild side, summoning up New Bedford, a whaling town in the 1800s, and a sailor home from a 2 year sea voyage, quite creative, expressive vocal also, cheers..." picnic


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