Pirates G'na Pirate - Lebatard Show (produced by Sinima Beats)

Cast of Characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals, lyrics, Ovation acoustic guitar, and composition
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and upright piano, and JJ's angels (voice synth)
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Collings mandolin
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST fiddle
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Earle Scruggs custom banjo, production, mix, and mastering

This is the latest in our series of songs Carl has written about us. Being as both Tez, a lifelong, and to a lesser degree, Carl are Manchester United fans, Carl seized on the opportunity to celebrate their shared fandom. Although the lyrics are a little inscrutable to us Americans, we love that football (soccer) fans from across the pond will know exactly what he's talking about.
Carl wrote this song on his acoustic guitar, and upon sharing it with us, we weren't sure as to the direction we wanted to take it. JJ threw down first, adding his good-time-sounding upright piano and strikingly beautiful organ to the mix first. He also added the subtle human voice choral synth you hear throughout. Enchanted with Carl's composition, Josh next added his bass and mandolin both in the same recording session, without even closing his DAW. Mark was in right after, adding his friendly fiddle solo as well as fiddle fills throughout. Being as the song is about him, Tez came along shortly after and added the tuneful intro and outro on his guitar. Then, as it was just about to sit for a while, Ken added his very tasteful, perfect drums to the mix, thus completing the rhythm section.
Before we put a bow on it, though, Stephen made it back from his week in the Colorado wilderness in time to add his magical banjo to the mix. Speaking of mixes, now it was time for one, and we turned it over to him, our in house pro, to do the honors.
We all really enjoyed working on this one. It is an example of Eclectic Collective taking one of Carl's songs and having our way with it. Always a team effort getting it over the line, but we always manage to do it. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Division Two Champs, '75
Small consolation for '74 cries
Fan wow land psyched
True Red Devil in this life

We fell to Leeds
Last Division 1
We had the Irish
Man, I followed them
McGrath didn't train
A different breed
Golden era
Boozed up greats as seed

Then, we mostly won
But still, these moments to memories shone
Keane's end at Juventus
His team's power won
Beast perseverance
2-3 semi so they march on

Teddy & Ole
Broken Bayern lines
Videos with no YouTube
In sport mad mind

Great from great, Cantona
Flying curve ball martial artist
Old Leeds leech
A la French finest

Man Utd before Glazier fud
Old Trafford dreams
Red Devil blood
A fan forever no matter loss
Good grinding Fergie
Our hairdryer boss

True Red Devil
Hughesy's volleys
Arsenal disheveled
Good Giggsy speed
End to end
Back of the net
Great teen we get
Front of our dreams

True Red Devil
Scars from Aguero
And Barce's better
New cycles please
We've been Malcolmed
Bought like shop
These greedy Glaziers fucking up
Our theatre of dreams

If only for Fergie time
We'd be doing just fine

True Red Devil (Eclectic Collective)

A short but delightful little ditty about the legendary backup Center, Michael Doleac. To the tune of "Rocket Man (I Think It's Gonna Be a Long, Long Time) by Sir Elton John.

Lyrics:


Miami’s quite a place to play pro ball
In fact, it’s dope as Hell
Even with limited minutes, off the bench

The second unit really ain’t so bad
It’s just my job 3 games a week
For a back up fiiiiiihiiiive
Named Doleac

And I think it’s gonna be in garbage time 
When I get fouled and go to the free throw line
And unlike Shaq, I’m gonna make ‘em both
Oh whoa whoa whoa

Michael Doleac...
DOLEAAAAAAAC
Been around the league 10 years or so
But I’ve been coming off the bench a long, long time

Doleac (I Think It's Gonna Be In Garbage Time)

You're my fat angel in the morning, angel
My gravy vampire in the evening, Danny
You're my fat angel in the morning, angel
A chunky baby boy for me, yeah

A Snack panther on a Mission: Empanada
My Uncle Fatty ate the whole enchilada
Tequila Mockingbird, diamonds in your belly
John Thicc with a booty full of jelly
Pie Hard, and you're feeling quite splendid
You try to run, but you were gone with the winded
Ate all the honey buns in the gas station
give the whole chunky nation sugar salvation

You're my fat angel in the morning, angel
Ate all the peeps you gave to me, Danny
You're my fat angel in the morning, angel
A cupcake cowboy on the beach! Yeah.

You're my fat angel in the morning, angel
My gravy vampire in the evening, Danny
You're my fat angel in the morning, angel
A chunky baby boy for me, yeah

Fat Angel

An anthem for the Le Batard Show's Marching Band to Nowhere. 
Written by me, performed by me and @AndrewStreeter

Lyrics:
We're the definition of, half plan, half duds
No video at Mall of America
No reach, mister David P labeled us
No parade after Loria
Knights won the big game, check the guest list
Too many T-shirts, and nobody came
0 and 16, but no parade in Cleveland
Private jet, Tin Caps, had me believin'...
Stu's the boss? Hearing lost.
Big ideas but we ain't never gonna pull ‘em off
Lewis B. Not picked, you see. But if you ask Billy, it's all because of Robby. 
Think of Stu Falls, he ain't ever left
He'll prolly, take the money & then try to fake his death
It's official, Canseco had to fall through.
We'll keep planning.The marching continues.

Marching band to nowhere, Marching band to nowhere
We can't really start now, cause we're bad at this life
Marching band to nowhere, Marching band to nowhere
We can't really start now, cause we're bad at this life

Marching Band To Nowhere (ft. Andrew Streeter)

The Show

Lies Yourself (Stugotz Remix)

A song from Dan's perspective about every Tuesday with Greg Cote.

Lyrics:
Ladies and Gents, this is the moment I'm bracing for
Ten seconds till the show and he's walking all around the floor
He's gonna say some things that are so useless that I can't ignore
Wasting his breath, stealing my time, and all of my calm is left behind.
I can't fight it he's coming for me every Tuesday
I'm almost certain that he will not have a Back in My Day
I wore a clock! Can't he see the end is getting closer.
I give up as his incompetence is taking over!
For some reason, I will keep the invitation open.
It's a wonder; why I've given him so much devotion.
He only comes to get a click! His egos overloading
and I know that Cote's gonna kill the show!

When he's in front of a few hot mics and his headphones are nowhere in sight!
No matter what we do, he's taking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!
We set him up to be a clown, and his son can't stop him now!
Try to say something new, he's talking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!

He's never gonna see the clock. He's not too good at listening.
Was he high at the MegaCast? We'll have to ask McGillicuty.
Either way, it makes me smile every time I see his face.
Then he takes it all away with another Lobos update!

When he's in front of a few hot mics and his headphones are nowhere in sight!
No matter what we do, he's taking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!
We set him up to be a clown, and his son can't stop him now!
Try to say something new, he's talking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!
(You never know! You never know!)
He's gonna kill the show!

The Greatest Showkiller

[Hook]
Stu on another lie, Now I’m out another hundred
What’s he’s doing? Hidin’ money
What’s he’s doing? Hidin’ money
What I’m doing? Waitin’ on em
But he’s got lacrosse
Sports Bang is the company
And Weiner’s the boss
 
And I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
I'm the, young Bunter
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
 
 
[Verse]
Here's the thing, Roy hates it when I say
Can't start a single sentence without rambling for days
 And I’m, I’m standin’ by, Opening day
Tried to call a big fly but Dan swallowed my play
I gotta eat, yea eating like I’m eight
And on my birthday Donny T-Ball came to hate/
I ran track, if ya mans wanna race
I’mma run around and put Amin’s shame on the cable/
Paws Up!, and let me say
Where I’m from we see an Afilador every day
What’s that sound? Mike is back it
Throw a demon at me, I throw an angel back at em
And I’m Pipo, Miami Fanatic 
If I had that same boat, I could have paddled the Atlantic/
I got receipts, Dan you never know
They may come an audit taxes, I’m a psycho with a neuros(is)...
 
 
[Hook]
Stu on another lie, Now I’m out another hundred
What’s he’s doing? Hidin’ money
What’s he’s doing? Hidin’ money
What I’m doing? Waitin’ on em
But he’s got lacrosse
Sports Bang is the company
And Weiner’s the boss
 
And I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
I'm the, young Bunter
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
I be buntin’ like I’m Billy

Suey Dan Lebatard

Buntin' Like I'm Billy [Gil] - (Stuntin Like My Daddy Parody)

To the tune of "Mamma Mia!" by ABBA


Time For Tua
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We've been waiting for you since Marino left
We've been historically bad -- but at least we're not the Jets
We didn't tank -- and we still got you
Cash in the bank
Now we're ready to rock n' roll
Hawaiian fire within our souls...

2 for 2 for 9 yards in garbage time...
2 for 2 -- We've seen enough; he'll be fine

Time for Tua
Fitz is on the bench
My my... that escalated quickly
Time for Tua
Now we're relevant!
Uh huh.. unless we keep on losing

Yeah, Fitz is brokenhearted
Can't finish what he started
Tough luck -- Time to let the rookie shine

Time for Tua
He looks kinda small
But my my -- he's the savior of us all!

Time For Tua

Yeti Blanc, Fleminem & I were asked to contribute to the "long version" of the stat of the day; a massive segment for the final episode of the Dan Le Batard Show with Stugotz that aired on ESPN Radio. 

This is what we came up with. Enjoy!

STAT OF THE DAY (The Long Version)

To the tune of "YMCA" by the Village People.



Lyrics:
-------------------------

Sunday!

What we’ve all waited for, is this

Sunday!

Handing out the awards here on

Sunday!

In an ill-fitting suit will be 

Greg-o-ry Paul Co-te


That’s when

You’ll turn on the livestream to stare

Blankly

At Greg giving a speech

You aren’t even

In this fantasy league

But you still. won’t. want. to. miss. it...


The annual gala for

PFPI

Let’s have a party for

PFPI


Cheap mimosas be damned

This thing’s still in-demand

You should cancel all other plans


It’s the tradition of 

PFPI

Pro Football Predictions Incorporated


Oh, you have to be there

And pretend that you care

Or your bound to get a death glare

PFPI (featuring Yeti Blanc)

- Incredibly niche song parodies
- 2x Suey Award Winner for Best Musical Performance
- Songsmith for Because Miami

Time For Tua

andrewstreeter

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