(Salt spray)
God salts the seas to season us slugs
(Sweet trade)
Sweet ocean breeze to ease the lack of grog
(Sea-dog)
Dog-eared tales of cutlass scars, sailing by the stars keep true
(Jack Ketch)
Jack it in, don't mind about the sting, just don't wanna go out dancin'...

Damn your eyes, fall off the edge of the Earth.
Black Spot go rot! Clam-spit grit turned pearl!
Dead man's chest, opened up a little too late.
Brain-coral morals, a piece of my mind for your Eight.

(Salt spray)
Ospreys go put your knives away, you know that they won't pay for no gullied man.
(Sweet trade)
Trade me in, stack sin on top of sin, and when your blood runs thin, you'll understand,
(Sea-dog)
Sea-farer, wet behind the ears, Hell's for mutineers and old scapegoats.
(Jack Ketch)
Old Ketch can do his best to fetch my body from the wreckage of this burned-out boat!

Yo-ho-ho Yo-ho!

©Skybald, 2015

The Devil and The Deep Blue (w/ Leafless Tree Outro)

Home in the rib-cage of a disused warehouse
furnished by puddles and two-by-fours.
They broke in, their masks pumping, calling our names.
Our shoes grate the soily grit spray.

And by discarded piping they came so close but hiding in the shadows was the biting of a shard of metal, and cutting the through the plastic, it released the gas so fast that they couldn't catch their breath and on the ground it settled...

The Four Horsemen's steed is a brass dragon's tooth,
mechanical justice pays no head to truth,
the laws of our land now a Hobbesian mess,
cogs no longer coalesce.

Gas!
Love, Gas!
Gas!
Breath the new air.
A new landscape green with the chloronic fumes,
birdsong a chorus of doom!

What was Earth has gone...
Let's paint lines around it!

The Four Horsemen's steed is a brass dragon's tooth,
mechanical justice pays no head to truth,
the laws of our land now a Hobbesian state,
no covenant left for you to make...


Gas! Love, Gas!

Ignorance is a blister,
a sharp mind is a hot needle,
but stitch carefully, my son!
Silver linings are thinly thread
and sometimes clouds can hide the sun.

This world is not your oyster
it's just a hollow husk filled with pearls of ignorance!
A penny won't buy you many thoughts
just a share of this decaying appurtenance.

"Do not wring your damp cloth over the stars"
I heard her say,
"'Cause sometimes, when you stare at the abyss,
the abyss turns away!" Yeeaahh! Ah-ha-ah-ha!

Pearls

I'd sell my soul for just a foot in height;
an extra inch or two would quell my internal plight;
a face to make you swoon and make men fret;
a walking piece of art that you would never forget!

I wanna be beautiful, bright and new;
aesthetically pleasing to the social view;
designer stubble and sculptured chin;
a pout that screams trouble and Swarovski skin!

But behind its grace, a different shade of Gray, a darker face.
Distortion of reality and self-reproach.
An image kept secret by its veiled oath.

Look into my eyes, there's no regret, no, no regret!
I'm not dead, life hasn't caught up yet.
Just a snowflake that shall not perish hence.
An incarnation of perpetual decadence!

I wanna be beautiful, bright and new;
aesthetically pleasing to the social view;
designer stubble and sculptured chin;
a pout that screams trouble and Swarovski skin!

But wait, what is this? Irony has come along to take the piss!
A peeling portrait, soul of ice!
The sublimating artist shall pay the price.

Call Me 'Dorian'

You do things your own way,
and "Who the hell is the rest of the world?"
Bottle our life-blood, load your gun,
and shoot it into the sky!

No need to ask why. 
You're so infallible, you don't even know it...

Hey! You say you're progressing 
but you just keep falling forward!
And this gravity bends, gravity bends us!
You're trying to keep it light 
but the clouds just keep on forming!
We're getting used to the dark, used to the dark!

The irony is lost on you, lost in the jargon
as you paint by numbers!
Declare your rights...
Spread your wings, Eagle, close your eyes.
Atishoo, we all fall down!

Don't cover your mouth!
You're so f**king infallible,
God bless you!

Infallible

Your life is caged and I know how to free it.
Bars ultraviolet, they're there but you can't see it.
It's not too late to change their plans.

We can break the structures, raise your hand.
Let me inside, I'll make you understand:
You are the mortar, the iron-stitches of this land.

Politi-cast! Auto-money!
Consume your choice!
Philoso-tuition-fee-tus, cast!
Auto-money!
Consume your choice!

Bleed a sunset 'fore my eyes,
let a red sun rise.
The homeless homed as opulence dies!
And hold a candle to the night,
grasp the hand that offers life.
Indignant compassion - look into the light!

You acquiesce, I see reluctance in your eyes.
The glint of hope and horror told by the sublime...
Am I mistaken, will I fight alone? 

Red Sun

And you know no matter what you're gonna crash and burn.
You're always coming back because you never learn.
You can't fly to high without falling from the sky.
And it's a long way down, when you're falling to the ground!

Like a Kamikaze pilot going down, down!
Chasing your dreams, going 'round and 'round!
Falling ever fast to the ground, ground!
Like a Kamikaze pilot going down, down, yeah!

Heads or tails, you're gonna lose!
You've had an easy life and now you gotta choose!
I don't think you've got what it takes, to cross the line in this race.
And you'll be here today, gone tomorrow - they'll forget your face.
It's such a waste!

神風 Kamikaze Pilot

Brace your bones, the water here's cold, boys!
Shining lights! A backdrop of smog 'n' noise!
Find the cow, hands warm in cold hide!
Wear our skin? You step in our shoes!

Argh-ha! Undo your skin, human within,
less or more noble?
And toast, those who have drowned in your home-town,
drank until sober!

And I will not abide!
This is the turn of the tide...
Turn of the tide! Whoa!

I love the architecture of you!
Pinniped, biped, of style and virtue!
Take my hand, feel familiar?
Hold your breath, no country for lungs!

Selkie

Do you think it's true that you hurt the ones you love?
Or do you just hurt the ones you will always pick you back up?
But she said "If he ever did that to me, I would..." 
and I quote "cut him to pieces". 
I wouldn't say she's a hypocrite, she's gotten enough of it.
Whose principles don't have creases?

She said "I'm tired of being the only one who holds inside
a love so unconditional, it burns a hole in my pride.
Should I give up everything, turn my back on my own heart,
and sacrifice who I am for a blinded shot in the dark?"

Maybe I'm boring and that's why you're ignoring my obvious advances. 
Well, I'll dance in the rain while you sit in pain reliving all your missed chances. 
Now I'm hugging a bottle, going full-throttle trying to erase your reflection. 
Just like a infection, a poison affection that means I just can't deal with this rejection!

I'm thinking clearly now and I'm not afraid
to grab that knife and end my life, I know I'm drunk but I just want this so damn much!
And I swear I would have done it if you hadn't been there, hadn't been there, dead sure if you hadn't been there!

God I hope it's worth it...

Zugzwang

(Salt spray)
God salts the seas to season us slugs
(Sweet trade)
Sweet ocean breeze to ease the lack of grog
(Sea-dog)
Dog-eared tales of cutlass scars, sailing by the stars keep true
(Jack Ketch)
Jack it in, don't mind about the sting, just don't wanna go out dancin'...

Damn your eyes, fall off the edge of the Earth.
Black Spot go rot! Clam-spit grit turned pearl!
Dead man's chest, opened up a little too late.
Brain-coral morals, a piece of my mind for your Eight.

(Salt spray)
Ospreys go put your knives away, you know that they won't pay for no gullied man.
(Sweet trade)
Trade me in, stack sin on top of sin, and when your blood runs thin, you'll understand,
(Sea-dog)
Sea-farer, wet behind the ears, Hell's for mutineers and old scapegoats.
(Jack Ketch)
Old Ketch can do his best to fetch my body from the wreckage of this burned-out boat!

Yo-ho-ho Yo-ho!

©Skybald, 2015


Skybald -The Devil And The Deep Blue (w Leafless Tree Outro)

Skybald are a three-piece band based in Staffordshire. With musical influences ranging through classic rock, progressive metal, folk, industrial and djent, the band describe their music style as simply 'Alt-Metal'.

Singer/rhythm guitarist, Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron, and drummer, Rich Beckwith had moderate local success with their previous post-grunge band, Sumofly. But after a dramatic split and a three-year hiatus (involving a couple of other projects - namely Ambernova) they decided to embark on a heavier, more experimental project.

Meeting in renowned Newcastle rock-bar 'The Rigger', Atherton-Blenkiron and Beckwith enlisted lead guitarist and talented producer, Jon Ward - of BitterCreek and ScapeGrace fame. The trio quickly went about writing and recording - first in a converted toilet block in Stoke-on-Trent, before upgrading to the renovated stables of Axis Studios in the moors of Draycott.

Skybald's atmospheric music combines heavy chord-driven riffs, melodic vocals, shredding guitar solos and complex drumming patterns to both please the ear and keep you on your toes.

Their songs cover a variety of topics ranging from the political to the downright fantastical, and their new album '...title...' manages to both poetically explore concepts of existentialism, as well as sing us a song about an unfortunate pirate...

The band are currently looking for a bassist in order for them to take their music into live venues.


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