Тексты песен «Calvert Robert»

See that fine full fresh river that's a flowin' like the place that I'll be goin' on the day I die. That red-wood tree growing higher than a masthead won't allow no force to blast it 's branches from the sky. This...

I've tried every conceivable pill to stop me from getting so ill but when the ship starts to rock n roll I've got to reach for me medical bowl And it would take a magical potion to carry me across the Atlantic ocean...

You can call me a hog-drunken swine because I like drinking wine but I'm really not drunk all the time I was sober when I made up this rhyme. There's Moonshine in the mountains and it's going so cheap so grab yourself a...

Shards of shattered twilight slice through glacial palaces of ice. The goddess gets her planet prize: A wolf with wild fire in his eyes. Yggdrasil's roots are shaken. The fire-juggling giants arrive. Like hornets...

Sleek, swift, streamlined ship, shield-clad and shining, tell to me the tale of your trip when the limpest of men were your lining O I know you were a ship of fools O I know you were a ship of fools You tried to take...

Ya wah nai ho yonna wonna rahnai ho heh neh awah neh rah heh ... heh ronna nai ... yho Thunder bird wings thresh the skies release the lightning from your eyes Thunder bird wings thresh the skies release the lightning...

Surf surf riding ... cruising the crests Surf surf riding ... zooming with zest. Surf surf raiding ... unbelievably brown Plundering cities. And pillaging towns. Surf surf riding ... keen on the keel Surf surf riding's...

There had always been the unearthly dark of fathomless absence until, from the south, came Muspellsheim's inferno of flaring yellow flames. And then, from the North, came Niflheim where legions of freezing shadows...

(as performed by Whispering "Rude-Boy" Broomfield and the Anti-Prohibition Jazz Sinfonia of Chicago on the night of their assasination, April 17, 1928) Volstead, Volstead we don't think much of your act it isn't funny,...

We set the sails and hauled our oars heading for the gods alone know where in the whale's wake we left our shores heading for the gods know where. We steered the winds that Asgard sent heading for the gods alone know...