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dreamin' as I'm steamin'
w/the waves of heat ripplin' offf of my back vapor lock clock stopped time hangs limp for the rememberin' dream in the engine room, hey - oh! can we do it? "hell, surely" winks fireman hurley as he slips from his shelf "hey, you earned your rate, machinist mate you're the left-hand man of the boilerman" in the engine room, hey - oh! in the engine room, hey - oh! a voice from the tube says the boat's gotta move can we do it? "we can do it!" where the only wind blowin' is from the limbs that we're throwin' in the rhythm that we're hymnin' syncopatin' in the engine room, hey - oh! in the engine room, hey - oh! and if we get the heave-ho keep her steady as she goes and come on down into the engine room, hey - oh! eyes dialed on the meters fingers handling the levers seems we're man-machine men but what seems like just ain't right in fact we're conducting our own symphony improvising in the engine room, hey - oh! in the engine room, hey - oh! and when it feels smooth in the engine room you know she's running true in the engine room, hey - oh! and to the troops in the trench let me let you use my wrench and come on down into the engine room, hey - oh! deny us, you can hide us pretend we're not there, we don't care tough cuz if the feel feels real then we'll take it on the chin but we're taking no guff! no way, not in the engine room, hey - oh! in the engine room, hey - oh! and if I get the heave-ho keep her steady as she goes keep her steady as she goes steady as she goes |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:15 |
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| 4. |
| 3:22 |
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I'm pedro bound, it's a sailor's town
got my orders and lighted out when I got down to pedro town got me a bike to have a look around went south on pacific 'till I hit land's end starboard on shepard down to point fermin heard the yammerin' parrots I call the loudmen crack of dawn with an orange sun eye gifts flowin', one after one paseo del mar was my peddlin' path checked royal palms heard the ocean laugh at the trailer park turned 'round and came back watched catalina as east I rode saw sunken city and the cliffs all throwed then cabrillo beach to the end of the pier to what was fort mac now a marina's here 22nd to canetti's down to warehouse one fishing fleet, tug fleet, fireboat house vincent thomas bridge all stretched out a local 13 longie shook me a hook 'membered bloody thursday and the lives it took he's a longshoreman a pedro man I'm pedro bound, this sailor's town think I've found my home town pedro now forever bound |
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| 5:02 |
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member you meetin' me?
jumped right out that tree had the carlin wired boy, how that spiel inspired knocked me out, I was slayed changed forever from that day sang me some creedance songs I was your bassman from then on I'm a lucky man to know that man a hell of a man the boilerman boy, oh boy, oh boilerman boil, boil, boil over boilerman together with you I think I can make it we sure had curious minds discussin' all the time outsiders lookin' in wonderin' what, why and when? who were the frauds, who held the purse? what was our labor worth? well, you worked that six-string strong filled our engine room with song I'm a lucky man to know that man a hell of a man the boilerman boy, oh boy, oh boilerman boil, boil, boil over boilerman together with you I think I can make it history, facts and names we'd set it up just like a chess game reinact the puzzle parallel our struggle burst out loud with belly laughs live each day like it was our last with you here I had no fear made all my reasons clear I'm a lucky man to know that man a hell of a man the boilerman boy, oh boy, oh boilerman boil, boil, boil over boilerman together with you I think we can... I love you, man |
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| 3:28 |
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when a black gang man climbs up the stairs,
sticks his head out the hatch and what does he see? topsiders! I get to thinking and what a mind-blow all the folks that float this boat sure, we're all brothers but with different gigs and the engine room was the mission mens' we took the hitch, the black gang crew deliverin' torque right to the screw under the deck, we'd hear the topsiders' feet everyone wailing their own beat still see them sailors in my brain fixin' their faces to their names cadena, mugger, robo, ginn baiza, brewer, stevenson holtzman, bostrom, hart, dukowski rollins, the kirkwoods, spot, carducci norton, ward, claasen, mould and the boat's main painter, pettibon when a black gang man climbs up the stairs, sticks his head out the hatch and what does he see? when a black gang man climbs up the stairs, sticks his head out the hatch and what does he see? topsiders! |
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| 2:25 |
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on the bridge in command stands the old man
all our wills bound up in his hands hardly see him but we feel him even down here and a thread though our heads has us all ears no one never ever says old man to the old man no one never, never ever says old man to the old man to the old man, the old man he makes just the slightest kind of motion then there's a turn on the wheel by the coxswain and a blast on the pipe by the boson as the bow of the boat plows the ocean no one never ever says old man to the old man no one never, never ever says old man to the old man to the old man, the old man "mr. handley, would you defend a man you knew was guilty"? "mr. watt, I'm not going to answer that but I will say this: maybe it's more a question of how much guilty and how much innocent" yo ho, oh yo, yo ee oh oh yo, yo oh ho an eye at the top of the pyramid focused on the place where it's all hid the undertow flow of the current rushing all through me as I learn it no one never ever says old man to the old man no one never, never ever says old man to the old man to the old man, the old man for everything revealed, something's concealed and for everything concealed, something's revealed yo ho, oh yo, yo ee oh oh yo, yo oh ho yo ho, oh yo, yo ee oh oh yo, yo oh ho |
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| 4:11 |
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unit man
hey, that's you, man happenin' the way you make it spin said you had to poke and stoke your own hope poke and stoke your own hope poke and stoke stoke and poke poke and stoke your own hope, fireman hurley fireman hurley rope trick man I'm your left hand man swing that stick boot that kick said you had to poke and stoke your own hope poke and stoke your own hope poke and stoke stoke and poke poke and stoke your own hope, fireman hurley fireman hurley sailin' all these years through the joys and tears still cracks me up when you call me chowder pump said you had to poke and stoke your own hope poke and stoke your own hope poke and stoke stoke and poke poke and stoke your own hope, fireman hurley fireman hurley |
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| 2:18 |
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liberty calls on a liberty call!
six weeks at sea and what does that mean? we need liberty! rolling with the hell-ride yaw and pitchin' inside liberty! clear the gangway, pop the hatches fireman hurley sayin' "get them batches!" we're sailor men and we're in your town drink that bourbon right straight down! we're mission men and here to learn here to take on fuel and burn! liberty calls on a liberty call! me and the boilerman checking out the other lands with what? our liberty! figuring out the histories tripping on the mysteries liberty! clear the gangway, pop the hatches fireman hurley sayin' "get them batches!" we're sailor men and we're in your town drink that bourbon right straight down! we're mission men and here to learn here to take on fuel and burn! |
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| 10. |
| 4:39 |
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two streams, one dream
intertwined inbetween bending, blending, never ending gonna love that girl the rest of my life gonna make her my navy wife love that girl the rest of my life gonna make her my navy wife help the hon, find her morning sun feel her breath catch her breath look boy you married the navy, it's your life can't make that lady your navy wife married once, can't marry twice can't make that lady your navy wife here's a whisper I'm your motor purr spirit bird |
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| 11. |
| 2:00 |
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| 12. |
| 4:20 |
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a drowning man
can pull you under along with him no thought or reason emotion seizing every limb breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold time slows to nothing like it's bluffing from moving on it takes forever seems it's never really gone breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold resigning your grip feel you slip slip away knowin' you're goin' water foamin' your last wave breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold breaking the choke hold |
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| 3:44 |
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| 14. |
| 2:38 |
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the unforgiving sea
tore you from me left me here pullin' shore duty your body gone but your spirit bird's still sailing on shore duty sure, I'm a lucky man but how I miss you, man all alone and pulling shore duty seems there's always more duty maybe that's the beauty |
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| 4:50 |
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