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(verse one) he felt the sting then looked around spied a headless horse on iron wheels it's name was death with it's friend the grave pistol and sword his life they waived for his past they stole the future intolerance of virtue manifest of murder and so his life flowed away upon the earth of the netherlands (chorus) amsterdam of the universe amsterdam of the universe its a good town to hang around and meet someone and have some fun (verse two) van gogh hard to name the work he gave us and never will again the healthy smoker amsterdamnation unrespectful darkness kills its way nothing ever happens a waste of brains the soloist of reason catalyst of change and so our hero he fell victim filled with lead he was a soldier a speaker for the dead (chorus)

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This is the tale of the lost Jean of Peterhead She wrecked in 1826 with the sum of her gains and thirteen crew Jean left the haven of Peterhead on the fifteenth of March on a Northing She sailed off light with but twenty eight men for a whaling ship in adorning She trimmed her course and crossed North Sea to reach the haven of Leirvík To finish the crew with twenty three more of the Shetland Islands' best pick Prevailing winds of unusual kind tied her in harbour a fortnight Finally fore the end of March the ship had port in stern site Off was She to the Greenland sea for whale and seal to slaughter After two weeks they started the hunt by a frith of icy water By Scoresby's Sund were so many seal harpooners were not needed At sixty eight North with bloody red clubs were three thousand kills exceeded The hold was starting to fill with the gold of the ocean's wealthy harvest Asudden the seas began a roil with gale winds from the North-West Captain ordered the skiffs to come in return of the seven daughters And pull down the sails and tie them up then most men off to quarters The storm grew worse, did not abate the winds began to accelerate Hidden in dark lurked iceworks great the hull began to perforate The Greenland Sea, the men of Jean their job it was to go To feed the hungry children awaiting them at home They knew the risks when they took to the skiffs they always were in peril Fishing the seas for oil and bone and bringing it back in barrels The costs were dear to ready a ship 800 pounds of Stirling A levee against whatever the gain before they took their earnings But the ship was lost along with the catch and the lives of thirteen sailors With strength and will they saved themselves the mighty Scottish whalers They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses Daylight failed in the waxing storm they dashed upon the berg flows The ship was tossed about the night her hull pierced by the ice blows Freezing water stove the ship they tried to stop it with wadding A Leirvíker man then fell to his death off a mast in the violent nodding Every man free took a place at the pumps water rushed in ever faster Flooding smote the galley hearth it started to look like disaster By midnight the low deck was full to the top The Jean began to founder She fell on her beams, the men rushed to the top to wait the captain's order Pulled to her side in the frothing sea the masts were pulling her over They cut them away to buy more time regaining some composure Minus her masts she levelled herself fast on an icy challice Fifty dread men on her hulking wreck locked in a crystal palace Soaking wet on the quarter deck three froze dead by sun rise Five of the skiffs were lost to the deep the two left were a great prize Abandoning Jean was the only choice, she'd sink with every last hand And so they all got into the boats and rowed their way to Iceland To the Greenland Sea, the men of Jean their job it was to go To feed the hungry children awaiting them at home They knew the risks when they took to the skiffs they always were in peril Fishing the seas for oil and bone and bringing it back in barrels The costs were dear to ready a ship 800 pounds of Stirling A levee against whatever the gain before they took their earning But the ship was lost along with the catch and the lives of thirteen sailors With strength and will they saved themselves the mighty Scottish whalers They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses They lost their fingers and noses and toeses The men were weak the cold struck deep Nine more of them died while in their sleep

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