Cruising Songs

[ess105]

I've seen a thread on albums on boats on this board but I can't find this one so here goes.

I'd like to hear from you all what individual songs hold particular poigniancy with you. ie which ones remind you most of cruising, why you do it or why you dream. Perhaps you can also say why the song has a special meaning for you.

I'll start with a few :

Come Sail Away, Styx - just for the lyrics
Dignity, Deacon Blue - relevant (to us) lyrics. Also one reason for name of future home.
Sail Away, David Gray - lyrics again.

[Islandmike]

"Got out of town on a boat goin' to Southern Islands
Sailing a reach before a followin sea
She was makin' for the trades on the outside
and the downhill run to Papette bay"

Southern Cross
Crosby, Stills and Nash

This song says it all...

[seafox]

Rod Stewart "I am sailing"

[Charlie]

"I took off for a weekend last month just to try and recall the whole year"

Changes in Attitudes, Changes in Lattitudes. Jimmy Buffet

[knottybuoyz]

By David Wilcox

Chorus:

Life for me is a riverboat fantasy
Watchin'the sun go down
A rock and roll band
With a reefer in my hand
Now look at that wheel go around
Cocaine kisses and moonshine Misses
That's the life for me
I'm sailing away from my heartache
On a riverboat fantasy

David Wilcox - Riverboat Fantasy Lyrics

[knottybuoyz]

This is one of those heart pumping foot stomping ole' drinkin' songs best sung in acapella at the very top of your voice. Drunk or sober it's a great cruisin' tune! Best version I've heard is by, of course, Stan Rogers!!!

Chorus:

God damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for American gold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
I’m a broken man on a Halifax Peer,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers

Fogarty's Cove Music presents StanRogers.net - The Official Web Site

[seafox]

Whats that song something like "the wreck of the Edmond St something" sort of an eiry boating song?

[seafox]

found it on Google.
"The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"
Now thats a neat boating song.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.

[knottybuoyz]

Originally Posted by seafox

Whats that song something like "the wreck of the Edmond St something" sort of an eiry boating song?

"The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" By Gordon Lightfoot

Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot

[GordMay]

Among many of my Jimmy Buffett favourites:

Boat Drinks
Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
Visitors just scored on the home rink.
Everything seems to be wrong.
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm ...

Pirate Looks at Forty
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all ...

Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture ...

[PBzeer]

Cool Change - Little River Band
If there's one thing in my life that's missing,
It's the time that I spend alone,
Sailing the bright clear water....

[Islandmike]

Blast from way back - 1971

"My ships leaving on a three year tour
Next tide, will take us from shore
Wind laced, gather in sail and spray
On a search for the Mighty Sperm Whale"

Mountain - 1971
Nantucket Sleighride

Have not heard this in years, but always liked, anybody else ever listen to the group Mountain?

[Wahoo Sails]

Anything by Bob Marley ... but lately I find myself humming "No woman no pride" ....:-)

[Knottygirlz]

Stan Rogers "Northwest Passage"

Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.


and pretty much anything by Great Big Sea. "Boston to St. Johns" is one of their best...

Chorus

It’s true I must be going but I swear I won’t be long
There isn’t that much ocean between Boston and St. John’s
I’m a rover and I’m bound to sail away
I’m a rover can you love me anyway?


Lori

[AudreyK]

isnt it "no Woman, no cry'?

any way here heres my fav by the Pogues an irish band

The Irish Rover

On the fourth of july eighteen hundred and six
we set sail from the sweet cove of cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall of new york
T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the wild winds drove her.
She'd got several blasts, shed twenty seven masts
And we called her the Irish rover


We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs
seven million barrels of porter
we had eight million bails of old nanny goats tail,
in the hold of the Irish rover


There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for his seat
He was tootin' with skill for each sparklin quadreille
though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
with his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
as he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
that he sailed on the Irish rover


There was Barney McGee from the banks of the lee
There was hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And Your Man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
was the Skipper of the Irish rover

We had sailed seven years when measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in a fog.
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just meself and the captains old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh lord what a shock
the bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine time around and the poor dog was drowned
Im the last of the Irish rover

must be sung at very fast at full volume and accompanied with a lot of Guiness
Audrey