Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
Tom Mason

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Here's a dance track from the CD "If You Want to be a Pirate: Songs for Young Buccaneers".  The moves: raise the sails, swab the deck, bale it out, and hoist the flag. No slacking!

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A Lot of Work to be a Pirate  Em

 

It’s a lot of work to be a pirate

When your ship is powered by the breeze

So everybody raise the sails

So our ship will keep sailing on the sea

 

Raise the sails Raise the sails Raise the sails

 

It’s a lot of work to be a pirate

And we can’t let the deck get slippery

So Everybody swab the deck

So we don’t slide off into the sea

 

Swab the Deck! Swab the Deck! Everybody Swab the Deck! 

 

It’s a lot of work to be a pirate

There can’t be water in the boat

So Everybody bale out the water

If we want to keep the ship afloat

 

Bale it out Bale it out Everybody Bale it out

 

It’s a lot of work to be a pirate 

And we have to fill our foes with fear

So Everybody hoist the jolly roger

To let the other ships know we’re near

 

Hoist the flag Hoist the flag Everybody Hoist the flag

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
Tom Mason & Michael Supe Granda

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The title track from the new CD, written with my good friend Michael "Supe" Granda, AKA Silly Grandpa, of the Ozark Mountain Daredevils. Sing along! Or else!

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If You Want to be a Pirate  Michael “Supe” Granda & Tom Mason

©2018 Missouri Mule Music and Gas Station Music  

 

If You Want to be a pirate 

Climb on board we’ve been waiting for you

If You Want to be a pirate 

Take me word   It’s easy to do 

 

Tie a scarf around your head, make a ship out of your bed

See the constellations on your ceiling

When you drift off to sleep, out across the oceans deep

Your dreams will have that pirate feeling

 

Get yourself  a paper bag draw yourself a pirate flag

Hoist your Jolly Roger on a broom

Just cover up one eye  through a cardboard tube you’ll spy

Ports of call all around your room

 

To be a pirate every day here’s a few things you things you can say

Say ARRRRR to everyone you know

Tell every girl and boy  Hey Matey Ships Ahoy

Give them all a friendly Yo Ho Ho!

 

If You Want to be a pirate 

Climb on board we’ve been waiting for you

If You Want to be a pirate 

Take me word   It’s easy to do

 

 Now that you’ve become a pirate 

Climb on board we’ve been waiting for you

Now that you’ve become a pirate 

We’ll all sail across the ocean blue

We’ll all sail across the ocean blue

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
Tom Mason

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From the CD "If You Want to be a Pirate: Songs for Young Buccaneers" 

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You Can’t See the Treasure through the Trash

©Tom Mason, Gas Station Music, BMI

 

You can’t see the treasure through the trash

You can’t see the treasure through the trash

Whether it be by land or sea

You can’t see the treasure through the trash

 

Me crew and I we were sailing out on the ocean blue

Suddenly the deep dark sea became a garbage stew

There were bottle and cans and toxic sludge 

and a plethora of human debris

So we did our best to clean the mess 

to gaze at the beauty of the sea

 

We brought our shipload of detritus to dispose of on dry land

But as we neared the shore we only saw more rubbish on the beach’s sand

There was paper and plastic and styrofoam 

there where the swimmers should be

So we took out our rakes to correct the mistakes 

of messy humanity

 

So if you’re walking down the street or sailing out at sea

And you spot a bit of garbage where no garbage ought to be

Pick it up and deliver it to the place where the garbage should go

And me bucko, you’ll see   miraculously

A new crop of treasure will grow

 

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
Tom Mason

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The mythology of pirates was just as  romantic in the early 18th century, and one story that became popular was that of the pirate Henry Avery falling in love with a slave from his biggest prize, the mogul ship Ganj-i- sawai. 

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Tattooed Hand

 

Come aboard my precious angel

Your ship is burning your master’s dead

You’ll fear no more in my quarters

You will know love in this Captain’s bed

Though I am but to you a stranger

Speaking words you don’t understand

You’ll have a life far from this danger

And a stolen ring for your tattooed hand

 

I know to you I’m a Western Devil

You see your future engulfed in flames

But your eyes will teach me compassion

And with your touch I will be tamed

You and I were not born to fortune

To survive we do what we can

So come with me and I will give you 

A stolen ring for your tattooed hand

 

From your family you were once taken

And by me you’ll been taken now

But this time you won’t be forsaken

I’ll give you all that my life allows

What you see may not look like safety

And although I’m a dangerous man

I will promise a life of wonder

In the palm of your tattooed hand

 

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
Tom Mason

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Finding there to be a dearth of pirate polkas, we took it upon ourselves to rescue the world from such scarcity, with this aptly named "Pirate Polka". 

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The pirates they raided a German craft

Filled up with lager from fore to aft

At the bloodthirsty pirates the Germans laughed

They were doing the Pirate Polka

 

The Germans were such a delightful mess

One had a piano he wore on his chest

With joyous noise the buccaneers were blessed

Doing the pirate polka

 

With hunger the pirates were fearfully fraught

They perused the provisions of the Germans they caught

Who gallantly rolled out a barrel of brats

Food for the pirate polka

 

After the pirate had eagerly dined 

They were beckoned to the deck by pretty Fräuleins

Who all had but one thing on their mind

To do the pirate polka

 

 From thievery the pirates this one time abstained

With a smile the Germans said ARRf Wiedersehen

The pirates all answered danke schön

For doing the pirate polka

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
2016-09-19
Trad, arrangement Tom Mason

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Here's an old sea shanty from our "Pirate Party" CD.

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
2016-09-13
Tom Mason

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From the CD "Pirate Party" by Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers. Tom Mason guitar, mandolin, accordion, vocals; Jeff Thorneycroft bass, vocals; Pete Pulkrabek drums, vocals; Leandria Lott violin, vocals.

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Come splice the mainbrace me hearties, you fools You'll soon be the dinner for bloodthirsty schools I won't be hornswaggled so don't even try The life that you've chosen you'll never be dry You're a scallywag blaggard come share me some grog You'll wear a hempen halter as you swing from the log So heave to and say a few prayers as you drink It's to Davy Jone's locker you surely will sink Chorus: And we'll all go down, We'll all go down, We'll all go down with the ship! A clap of thunder me matey drink it on down There's danger ahead you'll be needing this round Guzzle that grog you lasses and lads Say goodbye to the landlocked lives that you had Forty-five fathoms or further you'll go You'll be salmagundi for the fish down below But don't hang your jib let the drinking begin Heave to and sail three sheets to thewind

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
2014-09-17
Tom Mason

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From the new CD "The World is Ablaze"

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Your World is Ablaze

 

 A red moon is rising       on  the evening sea

A great Galleon burning         In a grand cacophony 

Behold the flaming timbers   crashing on the waves

Your mighty ship screams its way to a salty grave 

 

Chorus: 

We’ll devastate your night    

Destroy the dark with light

Try as might you can’t avert your gaze

When your world is ablaze

 

You could have been more gracious 

when we offered you a chance

Mourn that fact as you sit back  And watch the fire dance

We’ll ship you to the netherworld   

    that from which you came

Watch your precious cargo          Going up in flames

 

 

She crept into my quarters   while I was at rest

Her flaming hair awoke me 

as it brushed against my chest

She spoke in a smoky voice  

Of a burning in her heart

I felt the heat and had no choice

But let that fire start

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
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Tom Mason

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Sail Away

 

I set foot in Port Royal on the fifth day of May Sail Away Sail Away

I was told by the guvner to leave straight away Sail Away Sail Away

 

When peace is declared the battle begins Sail Away Sail Away

The poor soldiers pay for the rich man’s sins Sail Away Sail  Away

 

you can  live forever through your daughters and sons Sail Away Sail Away

But if you can't even feed them what good have you done Sail Away Sail Away

 

Your face will be etched on a wisp of smoke Sail Away Sail Away

The waves will repeat every word that you spoke Sail Away Sail Away

 

when the war is over what's  soldier to do,   Sail Away Sail Away

no-one  gives a damn what you've been through  Sail Away Sail Away

 

Wear the jewels you have plundered on the Spanish Main Sail Away Sail Away

Or go back to London and wear Bracelets of chain Sail Away Sail Away

 

There's no telling how we will die in the end Sail Away Sail Away

But we surely will die every foe every friend Sail Away Sail Away

 

At the end of his life every king's overthrown Sail Away Sail Away

A noble profession will buy a fancy headstone Sail Away Sail Away

 

You could find yourself in the local stockade Sail Away Sail Away

It's the price that you'll pay for the money you've made Sail Away Sail Away

 

Your name will be etched on a wisp of smoke sail away sail away

In a hurricane's whisper your name  be invoked sail away sail away

 

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
2011-02-22
Tom Mason

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From the CD "The Blue Buccaneer-Songs Inspired by the Golden Age of Pirates".

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in the service of the king I was a lad in a tavern in London town A stranger offered to buy a round I happily drank the whiskey down He ordered another for me When the barkeep locked the door I was passed out on the floor They dragged me off for evermore To slave away at sea I cannot read and I cannot write But they say I signed a pledge that night To join the navy and to fight in the service of the king Chorus: Hide your husbands hide your sons Protect them with knives broken bottles or guns Save them from oblivion In the service of the king Into service I was pressed A prisoner like all the rest A witness to a wretchedness Too torturous to tell I scrubbed the decks of the Royal fleet Under the Commanders’ feet Though I knew one day we’d meet I’d blow him straight to hell I knew the sound of the whip crack So when a pirate ship attacked I went on the account and never back To the service of the king

Tom Mason and The Blue Buccaneers
2012-11-23
Tom Mason & Michael Supe Granda

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PIRATE’S CHRISTMAS ©Tom Mason & Michael Supe Granda Twas the night before Christmas and out on the sea Em D Em C We were cold, lonely pirates it was no place to be G A B We needed one more raid in the freezing rain Em D Em C To make it to the warmth of the Spanish main HEY! A B Em As we passed St John’s on Newfoundland’s coast A strange looking frigate appeared like a ghost The bowsprit was carved like an Arctic reindeer With a lantern nose to make their passage clear YO HO HO surrender the booty! G Em G Em YO HO HO we're here to receive G Em A B YO HO HO It's a pirate's Christmas G Em G Em And we’re a pack of bloodthirsty thieves      A B Em     Arrrgh! We got along broadside and prepared to board With bloodthirsty cries we raised our swords But we cast no fear on the curious crew A strange pack of pygmies of a lighter hue Out of the fo’c’s’le their captain appeared He was a corpulent man with a great white beard He wore a suit of red with furry white trim He laughed in our faces as we shouted at him We said “YO HO HO surrender the booty!” He said “HO HO HO not on my dead man’s chest It’s Christmas Eve and it’s my duty To get the toys to the children who’ve been on their best” There’d been such good behavior by all the girls and boys That Santa’s ship was sinking from the weight of all the toys I looked in the deadlights of my befuddled crew They’d faced lots of dangers but this one was new I offered the fat Spaniard our brigantine To deliver his gifts clear to the Caribbean I warned him we traded in treachery He said “HO HO HO your secret’s safe with me” YO HO HO deliver the booty! HO HO HO take my treasure chest It’s Christmas Eve and it’s all our duty T‘get to the children who’ve been on their best YO HO HO Merry Christmas! HO HO HO and a bottle rum! (2nd: “and a hot buttered rum!”) YO HO HO It’s a pirate’s Christmas YO HO HO Hey Ra pum pum pum 2X Twas the night before Christmas and out on the sea We were cold, lonely pirates it was no place to be We needed one more raid in the freezing rain To make it to the warmth of the Spanish main HEY! As we passed St John’s on Newfoundland’s coast A strange looking frigate appeared like a ghost The bowsprit was carved like an Arctic reindeer With a lantern nose to make their passage clear YO HO HO surrender the booty! YO HO HO we're here to receive YO HO HO It's a pirate's Christmas And we’re a pack of bloodthirsty thieves         Arrrgh! We got along broadside and prepared to board With bloodthirsty cries we raised our swords But we cast no fear on the curious crew A strange pack of pygmies of a lighter hue Out of the fo’c’s’le their captain appeared He was a corpulent man with a great white beard He wore a suit of red with furry white trim He laughed in our faces as we shouted at him We said “YO HO HO surrender the booty!” He said “HO HO HO not on my dead man’s chest It’s Christmas Eve and it’s my duty To get the toys to the children who’ve been on their best” We could see his ship sinking from the weight of the toys He blamed good behavior by good girls and boys I looked in the deadlights of my befuddled crew They’d faced lots of dangers but this one was new I offered the fat Spaniard our brigantine To deliver his gifts clear to the Caribbean I warned him we traded in treachery He said “HO HO HO your secret’s safe with me” YO HO HO deliver the booty! HO HO HO take my treasure chest It’s Christmas Eve and it’s all our duty T‘get to the children who’ve been on their best YO HO HO Merry Christmas! HO HO HO and a bottle rum! (2nd: “and a hot buttered rum!”) YO HO HO It’s a pirate’s Christmas YO HO HO Hey Ra pum pum pum 2X

Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
2012-11-18
Trad, arrangement Tom Mason

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From the new CD "A Pirate's Christmas" by Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers.
Tom Mason
2015-05-29
Tom Mason & Billy Alcorn

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I Thought I Heard a Train

©Tom Mason & Billy Alcorn, Air Deluxe Music, BMI

 

 A candle casts a lonesome shadow

From the table by the bed

Like the curtains in the window

I’m just hanging by a thread

Outside the wind is moaning

A sad and soft refrain

And off somewhere in the distance

I Thought I Heard a Train

 

Chorus:

I Thought I Heard a Train

Off somewhere in the night

Through the darkness and the pain

I can almost see the light

Like the sweet sound of salvation

Come to carry me away

To an unknown destination

I Thought I Heard a Train

 

I will dry these tears of sorrow 

Bring this heartache to an end

And with the power of a freight train

Make these wheels roll again

Outside the sun is rising

Shining through the pouring rain

And off somewhere in the distance

I Thought I Heard a Train

Tom Mason
2011-02-22
Tom Mason

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Inspired by Blackbeard, the showman of pirates!

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Decked out like the Devil

 

I’ll weave my hair with fuses and fill the air with sparks

They’ll faint from fear or volunteer to be the food of sharks

A little chunk of coal  to darken up our face   

A little black around the eyes to put them in their place

In our velvet coats we'll slit the throats of those who won't appease

Decked out like the Devil      Beelzebub at sea

 

We’ll don our shirts of tafetta      barely blood-stained 

Ripped from  Danish dandies we overtook in the Spanish Main

An oceanic scepter festooned with a shrunken head

A Satanic sword pointed toward Neptune's nearly dead 

With our smiling Skull and Crossbones waving in the breeze

We’ll be Decked out like the Devil  Beelzebub at sea

 

The waistcoat of a slaver we maimed at Martinique 

We  rewarded his behavior with a slash across the cheek

A set of Pistols blazing that we stole from the Spanish fleet 

That flotilla  floated to the floor of the coral reef 

With diamond encrusted cutlasses Pillaged from the Portuguese

We’ll be Decked out like the Devil  Beelzebub at sea

 

Beelzebubble Toil and trouble the bubble becomes a wave

Like a hurricane from hell we’ll send them to their watery grave

Tom Mason
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Tom Mason

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Tom Mason: vocals, guitar, trombone Jen Gunderman: piano, accordion Jim Gray: bass Mark Horn: drums, percussion Martin Lynds: percussion, drums

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THE WORLD IS DRUNK The world is drunk, take away the keys The world is drunk he'll soon be on his knees, He's picking lots of fights and he can't remember why There's trouble in the parking lot somebody's gonna die He's acting like a disrespectful punk The world is drunk The world is drunk and it's not a pleasant buzz He's threatening whatever peace there was He tasted it now he's going to drink the tavern dry And when the keg is empty the fists are gonna fly He even threw some punches at a monk The world is drunk He used to be so friendly we rarely had a spat He was always green and leafy When he stopped in for a chat But we hit him up for loans and we never paid him back How in the world is the world supposed to act? The world is drunk he needs to sleep it off Quick before he orders another quaff He's getting in the car and he’s drinking gasoline He's mortally disorderly he's acting really mean He even locked the driver in the trunk The world is drunk!! © 2009 Tom Mason Gas Station Music BMI
Tom Mason and The Blue Buccaneers
2012-11-20
Tom Mason

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A new Christmas Shanty from the CD "A Pirate's Christmas"
Tom Mason and the Blue Buccaneers
2012-11-20
Trad, arrangement Tom Mason

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An Instrumental from the new CD "A Pirate's Christmas".
Tom Mason
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(Tom Mason)

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The true story of Chano Pozo, reputedly one of the best percussionists of all time. He introduced Afro Cuban rhythms to Dizzy Gillespie, and made quite a mark before his untimely death in 1947. " A few years back I was in Door County, Wisconsin playing with my friend Cat Braaten and staying with our friend Paul, and after a particularly fun show I was wide awake in the middle of the night and took Marshall Stearns' History of Jazz down from a shelf, saw Chano's photo and read his tale, and started the song." TM Tom Mason: vocals, guitar Pru Clearwater: vocals Jen Gunderman: piano, percussion Jim Gray: bass, percussion Mark Horn: drums, percussion Martin Lynds: percussion, drums

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CHANO POZO’S SHOES Zoot suit the color of wine A bullet in the base of his spine In Havana he’d lost his head His royalties were paid in a shower of lead Now it hurts too much to sit down But he can play like Diablo on a bebop song Chano Pozo’s Shoes Chano Pozo’s Shoes We’re all wearing Chano Pozo’s Shoes In ’47 in Dizzy’s band He had the whole rhythm section in the palm of his hand Carnegie Hall baby I was there It was SRO not a soul in their chair A sharp-dressed Cuban with a temper of heat Seven rhythms going in his hands and feet The city morgue on a gurney bed Chano Pozo is lying dead Shot by a bookie for a debt unpaid From a Harlem bar to an early grave The coroner found in his wingtips’ soles Seven grand in a tight little roll © Tom Mason, Gas Station Music BMI

Tom Mason
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From the CD "A Slide Guitar Christmas" (formerly "Holiday Slide Show") Featuring Kami Lyle on trumpet, Joey Spampinato on saxamaphone, Craig Wright on drums, Tom Comet on bass, and Tom Mason on dobro and trombone.
Tom Mason
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From the CD "A Slide Guitar Christmas".