James Conder - Vocals and Spanish Guitar
Phill Ward - Lead Guitar, 5-string Fretless Bass, Darbuka and Percussion
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Well I hear there’s no further need
For cartography
They’ve mapped the whole world
And it’s geography
Pictures have been taken from way up on high
Uploaded to the internet for the whole world to pry
There’s really no need
To leave your armchair
Now it’s a muddling
Calamity
To witness a once proud ship
Of Her Majesty
Stuck in the mud, in a fit and a fug
Overtaken by everything but the snails and the slugs
And it’s a feeling I’ve come
Come to share
Too much landlubbing, gotta get my sealegs running
Scrape the barnacles from the hull
Too much peglegging, these stitches unthreading
Sort the rigging whilst the storm lulls
And set sail whilst the ship still floats
Now I have a casket of curiosities
Of gewgaws and gimcracks and doodads and knickknacks
And other
Eccentricities
Malagasy, Honalulu, Indochina, Ougadoudou
How I wanna go there
Too much landlubbing, gotta get my sealegs running
Scrape the barnacles from the hull
Too much peglegging, these stitches unthreading
Sort the rigging whilst the storm lulls
And set sail whilst the ship still floats
Now I need to know just where the birds go
Come September, September
And I’ll splash my feet where the dancing dolphins leap
Across the skyline, the skyline
And I know I’ve a treasure chest buried beneath the sand
Of cherished friends and lovers and the sounds
Of a magic band
Magellan he says that the world is a sphere
And if that’s the truth I’ll find my way back to here
To all of the ones
That I hold dear
Too much landlubbing, gotta get my sealegs running
Scrape the barnacles from the hull
Too much peglegging, these stitches unthreading
Sort the rigging whilst the storm lulls
And set sail whilst the ship still floats
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