Come all fellows that follow the sea
Way hey blow the Bitch down
Pay her no heed listen to me
Give me some time to blow the Bitch down
I’m a sailor just in from Sea
Way hey blow the B down
Blow the whore down Back to her Karen town
Give me some time to blow the Bitch down.⚓️⚓️⚓️
In case anyone wants to know what it’s like to be in my neck of the woods with lunatics here you go….. It’s a fisherman memorial here in the marina but as you can read……
Come all fellows that follow the sea
Way hey blow the Bitch down
Pay her no heed listen to me
Give me some time to blow the Bitch down
I’m a sailor just in from Sea
Way hey blow the B down
Blow the whore down Back to her Karen town
Give me some time to blow the Bitch down.⚓️⚓️⚓️
‘I'll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all, find out who you call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food get lost in the crowd’ 🎶🎸🎤🥁
Morning everyone ❤️
Spin magazine (1986)
CHRIS: Whatever. It doesn’t matter. As long as the costume is right. Everybody’s so hung up on the video shit that everybody forgets that it’s stifling everyone’s imagination. One hundred percent. It’s pathetic. Rock music is supposed to have a certain intangibility, then videos give it this precise imagery. It makes it so limited… Every time I hear that Dire Straits song all I think about is those stupid cartoons. Whereas when you hear an old Supremes song, you have all these images of what you were doing at the time. Your youth, your first car, and so on. It’s personal.
GLENN: Yeah, it’s true. The first time I heard “You Really Got Me,” I was driving past a 15c hamburger place. Now, whenever I hear that song I think of 15c hamburgers. 💙❤️