Mayor of the Year Consciously Endangers His Own Children for Money
Capo 4
E F# E F#
A
E F#
It was the weekend of the 4th of July
E F#
And the sun blazed in the clear blue sky
A
and I looked out over the breakers and beaches
A
Children running in the surf
A
Watched by parents and teachers
E
Fourth of July!
F#
Tourists boat in from all over
E
Fourth of July!
F#
Half of our yearly revenue
E F#
I put my hands in the pockets
Of my nautical blazer
E
Squinted into the sunlight
F#
I was blind to danger
A A
But out past the red and white buoys
Of the bay
Death was circling closer
E
On the warm and sunny July day
Fourth of July!
Tourists boat in from all over
Fourth of July!
Half our yearly revenue
An edge of panic lines my calm consideration
Of the waves that break against the beach
On the birthday of our nation
I am deaf to the screams ringing over the water
Little feet beat the sand
Where's my son?
Where's my daughter?
Fourth of July!
Tourists boat in from all over
Fourth of July!
Half our yearly revenue
Afterward once the panic is all over
A little boy I didn't know, dragged out to sea
I stand around in the hospital waiting room
Hair disheveled, pacing aimlessly
They say they're sailing out to kill the monster shark
They need a boat and a pilot and my signature
Before it gets too dark
Oh, Before it gets too dark
I press the pen against
The crisp white paper
My hand shakes as I
Append my name to the form
I'll sign whatever you want me to sign
I'll sign whatever you want me to sign
I'll sign
whatever you want me to sign
Martin Hates Boats. Martin Hates Water
capo 3? or 2. I can’t remember.
guitar intro is A D and then F G A
most of the song is A D A E
the “jaws” sounding parts are E and F chords back and forth
You've heard that I hate boats
And it's true that I hate water
I've got two kids and a lovely wife
I just don't trust the sea at night
I'm Martin Brody
I'm scared of drowning
I don't want to wash up somewhere
Where the waves boom and crash loudly
Sometimes I dream about the tideline
Sometimes I wake up drenched in sweat
I went down under the waves once
It's hard to move on and forget
I'm Martin Brody
I'm scared of drowning
I don't want to wash up somewhere
Where the waves boom and crash loudly
Standing here I'm looking at a shark
Strung up on the dock it's jaws agape
Its teeth drifted apart
I want to tell them all it's safe
We got the right one
The man-eater haunting coves and the bay
But this Hooper guy is saying
The bite marks don't match the victims, hey
I'm Martin Brody
I'm scared of drowning
I don't want to wash up somewhere
Where the waves boom and crash loudly
The shark's still out there
Great big white bastard
I'm not afraid of her
But it's not really her we're after
The Orca leaving from the empty pier
Didn't cause too much commotion
But we'll see how town feels after
We kill the fucking ocean
I'm Martin Brody
Fuck the Atlantic
This shark's a symbol
Of the water
How it fills my soul with panic
I'm going to shoot it.
Eleven Hundred Men Went Into the Water...But Only One Fell in Love
uh, E and A, and F and G sometimes
We delivered the bomb
To a top-secret base
They were carting it off
To load it onto
The Enola Gay
Pulling away from the concrete pier
I looked back and watched the transport trucks disappear
Into the foliage, between towering trees
The shadows closed in as we motored out
Onto the open sea
(stop)
Oh, salt and blood
Are good enough
For your average sailor lad
But I'm Peter Quint
I feel the need
For a little something more
We sank just off the coast
Hull holed by Japanese torpedoes
Sailors screamed for their mothers
Over the crashing of waves
And the high, rising whine of mosquitoes
Flat sunlight reflecting off of the swells
Grey water swirled around our necks
I felt something brush my leg
(whipser
Skin rough and teeth already red with gore
It seemed I'd seen her there
A hundred times before
Oh, salt and blood
Are good enough
For your average sailor lad
But I'm Peter Quint
I feel the need
For a little something more
It was a day and change before
They sent a boat to pull us out
By then I'd seen her cold black eyes
And she'd bumped me with her snout
Oh,
Eleven hundred men went into the water
But only one of us fell in love
While the other boys were drowning
I hung on to her fin
While the wreck was sinking in the deep
My heart was learning how to swim
Three tons of her, a little less of me
We danced together in the deep blue sea
And when they hauled me out I couldn't help but weep
Eleven hundred men went in
But only one of us fell in love
Only one of us fell in love, love, love
Only one of us fell in love
about
This is more-or-less an album-a-day project. All songs were mostly written and entirely melodicized on Friday, September 26, 2014.
credits
released September 27, 2014
All lyrical credit (and this great idea) goes to Nadia E. F. Martin.
Album art credit goes to Nadia E. F. Martin.
Adam Hosack did the singy and guitar-y things.
This is my brother. He sings about the world through the eyes of a hiker and it is beautiful. We've done some Album-a-days together, you can find them on here. Adam Hosack
Rediscovered by the outstanding Not Not Fun label, “Big Bingo” is a collection of gentle, twinkling synth songs recorded by Terlu in 2011. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2018