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Isle of Lesbos

from New Directions by Captains of the Head

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Traditional Sea Song. Arrangement by Mark Paul & Megan Frye

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It's a damn fucked life full of toil and strife we headmen undergo
And it gets worse when the voyage is cursed and hard winds do blow
We were homeward bound from the Arctic ground with a good ship, better than most
But the ship went down when we ran aground On the Isle of Lesbos

Ran aground in Old Lesbos, me boys,
Ran aground in Old Lesbos
We were homeward bound but we ran aground
On the Isle of Lesbos

When we debarked, the night was dark and we all swam for land
As the waves did breach we made the beach and rested on the sand
As daylight came it became plain from signs along the coast
No men’re allowed upon the ground of the Isle of Lesbos

Not allowed in Old Lesbos, me boys,
Not allowed in Old Lesbos
Oh they signs they said, there’s no place for men
On the Isle of Lesbos

Three maidens came to inspect our gang, in Subaru's they did ride
With hair in their pits and bra-less tits for they had no use for guys
Our first mate was quick with his pervy wit and asked if he could stand watch
As we gazed upon their husky thighs that did frame a hairy crotch

No razors in Old Lesbos, me boys,
No razors in Old Lesbos
There’s no urinals, just a bunch of girls
On the Isle of Lesbos

As they advanced, we stood no chance, so prisoners we became
We all did hope they’d take us home and punish us by gang bang
But we were placed in a cage and tortured for days with nothing to do but cry
As they all played golf, walked their dogs, and ate out at the Y

Can’t get off in Old Lesbos, me boys,
Can’t get off in Old Lesbos
Let death come soon for we’ll get no poon,
On the Isle of Lesbos

We were starving to death while gazing at breasts, and the days were so long
We kept offering dick, but they’d take none of it, satisfied with strap-ons
With death coming near, I let go’a fear and reflected on my life
And the the last thing I saw was a big butch @#&$ going down on her wife

Going down in Old Lesbos, me boys,
Going down in Old Lesbos
We ran aground now I’m six feet down,
On the Isle of Lesbos
Ran aground in Old Lesbos, me boys,
Ran aground in Old Lesbos
We were homeward bound but we ran aground,
On the Isle of Lesbos

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from New Directions, released December 26, 2020
Capt. Don River - Lead Vocals
Capt. Gar Density - Background Vocals
Capt. Rod Chesterhills - Background Vocals
Scumbag Choir - Background Vocals

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Captains Of The Head Detroit, Michigan

Captains of the Head hail from Detroit. They sing rough songs about rough men, rough seas, and loose women. In the maritime folk tradition, they pay tribute to other x-rated singers such as Salty Dick, Oscar Brand, and John Valby. They are on a voyage to keep the sea shanty tradition alive, leaving no cunt unturned. ... more

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