Step right up and enter the dark, twisted world of Blood and Thunder! This track echoes the smoky cabarets of The Threepenny Opera and channels the storytelling of Tom Waits and Nick Cave. With an intentional circus-like waltz, it sways between menace and melody, weaving a tale of power, deception, and spectacle.

As part of the Celestial Vagabonds narrative, this song is voiced by the enigmatic Circus Master, whose booming presence commands the stage. The calliope wheezes, the drums roll, and under the big top, the show begins - where the line between performer and captive is razor-thin.

Step into the ring and let the spectacle consume you.

Blood and Thunder

Tale of Dora Dog is a sea-shanty-inspired tribute to my best friend, Dora—a small Shih Tzu-Yorkie with the heart of a lion and the soul of a storm.

She was with me for 16 unforgettable years. Through the darkest nights and brightest mornings, Dora stood by my side like a tiny guardian angel. This album tells her story the only way I know how—through music, memory, and myth.

You’ll hear songs of laughter, battles with mailmen and alley cats, and quiet reflections on life after she’s gone. Some tracks are raw and a cappella, others sail on guitar strings. You’ll meet pirates, ghosts, and legends—but at the center of it all is Dora: brave, loyal, fierce, and full of love.

From “Tale of Dora Dog” to “Queen of the Hounds,” this is more than an album. It’s a farewell letter. A love story. A legend.

Thank you for listening.
This one’s for Dora.
Forever my first mate. ⚓🐶🖤



Lala song


[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Kit Wright
b. 1944

The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowgal version)

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

The Sponge

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The Sponge 2

"Curse of the Spanish Gold" is cinematic soundtrack crafted for epic storytelling. Blending dramatic orchestration, thunderous percussion, haunting flamenco guitar, and immersive sound design, this piece follows the chilling tale of a pirate crew cursed by stolen Spanish treasure. 

The track opens with atmospheric narration from a weathered crewman and builds into a sweeping, tension-filled score - perfect for film trailers, historical adventure scenes, or dark fantasy games.

✔️ Genres: Epic Orchestral, Adventure, Pirate, Cinematic
🎧 Features: Voiceover, Sound FX (thunder, waves, creaking wood), Male Chants, Flamenco Guitar
🎥 Ideal for: Movie trailers, short films, historical series, fantasy RPGs, animated storyboards

Curse of the Spanish Gold

Where run your colts at pasture?
Where hide your mares to breed?
'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap
Or wove Sargasso weed;
By chartless reef and channel,
Or crafty coastwise bars,
But most the ocean-meadows
All purple to the stars!

Who holds the rein upon you?
The latest gale let free.
What meat is in your mangers?
The glut of all the sea.
'Twixt tide and tide's returning
Great store of newly dead, --
The bones of those that faced us,
And the hearts of those that fled.
Afar, off-shore and single,
Some stallion, rearing swift,
Neighs hungry for new fodder,
And calls us to the drift:
Then down the cloven ridges --
A million hooves unshod --
Break forth the mad White Horses
To seek their meat from God!

Girth-deep in hissing water
Our furious vanguard strains --
Through mist of mighty tramplings
Roll up the fore-blown manes --
A hundred leagues to leeward,
Ere yet the deep is stirred,
The groaning rollers carry
The coming of the herd!

Whose hand may grip your nostrils --
Your forelock who may hold?
E'en they that use the broads with us --
The riders bred and bold,
That spy upon our matings,
That rope us where we run --
They know the strong White Horses
From father unto son.

We breathe about their cradles,
We race their babes ashore,
We snuff against their thresholds,
We nuzzle at their door;
By day with stamping squadrons,
By night in whinnying droves,
Creep up the wise White Horses,
To call them from their loves.

And come they for your calling?
No wit of man may save.
They hear the loosed White Horses
Above their fathers' grave;
And, kin of those we crippled,
And, sons of those we slew,
Spur down the wild white riders
To school the herds anew.

What service have ye paid them,
Oh jealous steeds and strong?
Save we that throw their weaklings,
Is none dare work them wrong;
While thick around the homestead
Our snow-backed leaders graze --
A guard behind their plunder,
And a veil before their ways.

With march and countermarchings --
With weight of wheeling hosts --
Stray mob or bands embattled --
We ring the chosen coasts:
And, careless of our clamour
That bids the stranger fly,
At peace with our pickets
The wild white riders lie.

. . . .

Trust ye that curdled hollows --
Trust ye the neighing wind --
Trust ye the moaning groundswell --
Our herds are close behind!
To bray your foeman's armies --
To chill and snap his sword --
Trust ye the wild White Horses,
The Horses of the Lord!

White Horses

Lyrics:
You know my heavenly bride
You know i'll look for you
Through the storms and the sea 
And even if death may be

Where are you my very heart
My ever shinng star
You know i look for you
and I know that you wait for me

Malorne protect this sailor 
Lead him to the one he loves
For i know your gift true 
and i know that mine is too

And may the mother disagree
Then i'm heathen as heathen can be
You know my vow i keep
And never broken it shall be

I carved it in a Willow tree
Ever blossoming y'see
As beautiful as you
And one day i'll be with you x2



Oh the rose is gone
oh the rose is gone
if I can't have my only one
Then let this world begone
And we did no wrong
as the one who once stood strong
they called you malorn
king of sea and shores, king of the sea and shores
oh willow roses gone
Pestilence in his song
Dead roses cover the burial grounds
and the tide has made us one


where do you go, where do you go
Where do head to my dear when the sun is gone
I am featherless for you, lifeless without you
Ellen come back to me
 Ellen don't leave me be
I am always yours
even when the rains drowns me



Me vern dél
me vérende mah
Ellen si vetar da
Brek ski va tla anna

Chants of love, salt and pestilence

Don’t see many angels out here these days
Where did they go, did they bail from the blaze
Black swell, low sky, teeth on the wheel
I brace for the hit and I swallow the steel
I’m not on a ship, but it keeps me sane
To call this burning world a breaking main
Night hums cold brine, salt in my lungs
I steer through silence while the thunder drums


Right now, right now, storm eyes on me
I won’t bow down, not while I breathe


(oi! oi! oi!) raise the dead-calm sea
(oi! oi! oi!) cut through policy
(oi! oi! oi!) hunt what isn’t sold
(oi! oi! oi!) trade your fear for bold
(oi! oi! oi!) steer past counted lies
(oi! oi! oi!) break their measuring eyes
(oi! oi! oi!) no more bought and sold
(oi! oi! oi!) hearts stay loud and bold


Paper fleets with auction flags
Port fees paid in body bags
Towers rake the ocean’s skin
Tollbooths dressed as discipline
Vulture charts and banker maps
Push a tide and call it laps
Sign here, ship out, mask it as law
Counting lives like numbers on a draw


Not yet, not yet, we chew the chain
Not the net, we won’t sign their pain


(oi! oi! oi!) raise the dead-calm sea
(oi! oi! oi!) cut through policy
(oi! oi! oi!) hunt what isn’t sold
(oi! oi! oi!) trade your fear for bold
(oi! oi! oi!) tear down tollgate walls
(oi! oi! oi!) drown their price-tag calls
(oi! oi! oi!) charts burn black as coal
(oi! oi! oi!) free the breath and soul


Iron gulls scrape foam and brine
Saints get priced on a scrolling line
Vows are packed in rusted crates
Customs stamp them pending fates
I shout to ghosts, hold the line
Your captain won’t sign their design
Lanterns sway like trials at sea
Rise up crew, let every keel run free


I drink to forget (say when!)
I drink not to see (say when!)
Feels right on time to me (say when!)
But the rum runs dry (again!)
Beer’s been gone so long (too long!)
Seas still rise and bite (hold strong!)
I need to be wrecked to sail these seas (hold fast! hold fast!)
Hands on rope, now pull as one (hold fast! hold fast!)


Letters of marque on every desk
Ink runs dark and the cut is fresh
Tear them up and salt the breach
Make the law learn sailor’s speech

(oi! oi! oi!) raise the dead-calm sea
(oi! oi! oi!) cut through policy
(oi! oi! oi!) not a soul for sale
(oi! oi! oi!) break their crooked scale
(oi! oi! oi!) storm the harbor gate
(oi! oi! oi!) turn their books to slate
(oi! oi! oi!) let the tide unfold
(oi! oi! oi!) hearts stay loud and bold

❤️

Letters of Marque

"I Go" is a rolling, sea shanty–inspired anthem about freedom, curiosity, and charting your own course through life’s unpredictable waters.

With the rhythm of waves and the grit of a sailor’s chant, it blends stomps, hand drums, and crew-style refrains of “I go” into a call to adventure.

The verses sail between open seas, library aisles, and hard-earned life lessons — rejecting cookie-cutter expectations in favor of self-discovery.

Whether you’re navigating storms or chasing the sunrise, this song is for travelers, dreamers, and anyone ready to hoist the sails and see where the wind takes them. ⚓️🌊

🎧 Listen, sing along, and share your own journey in the comments!

I Go!

What happens when a robot pirate captain, an 808 drum machine, and a rowdy sea shanty crew team up for a data heist? You get THE ELECTRO COLLECTION. 🤖🏴‍☠️
The 11th track in Russell Nomer's legendary MITRE ATT&CK series is the wildest one yet. This is the "Collection" tactic like you've never imagined it: a bizarre and insanely catchy fusion of old-school Hip Hop and a classic Pirate Sea Shanty.
Hear the Robot Captain give orders in a cold vocoder voice while her boisterous crew of zombie-bots chants about hauling a hoard of digital gold. It's a tale of capturing data, told with an accordion, a fiddle, and a fat synth bassline.
If this Electro-Shanty makes you want to hoist the digital Jolly Roger, smash that ❤️ LIKE, 🔃 REPOST, and drop your digital pirate name in the COMMENTS below!
Follow Russell Nomer to see where this wild musical journey goes next!
Credits: Track: The Electro Collection Artist: Russell Nomer Released: August 26, 2025 © 2025 Russell Nomer Music. All rights reserved.


The Electro Collection

ode to freedom (prod.shvrs)

Sails Of No Return

🇬🇧
A fresh reimagining of the legendary sea shanty – What Shall We Do With the Drunken Sailor.
This version is not a loop or sample pack production: every instrument was hand-played and arranged from scratch. Accordion, stomping drums, and Tommaso Marino on saxophone give the track its unique power.
Special thanks to UA tools for supporting the mastering process – helping us shape the punch and clarity.

🇮🇹
Una nuova interpretazione della leggendaria sea shanty – What Shall We Do With the Drunken Sailor.
Questa versione non nasce da loop o sample pack: ogni strumento è stato suonato e arrangiato da zero. Fisarmonica, batterie potenti e Tommaso Marino al saxofono danno al brano una forza unica.
Un ringraziamento speciale agli strumenti UA per il supporto nel mastering – per potenza e chiarezza del suono.

Familie Business

What Shall We Do With A Drunken Sailor

Edge of The World

Santiano - Blow Boys Blow (Hardstyle Remix)

This is an overworked edition of a same named seashanty song, that was published last year. It continues the tradition of an old song, that tells us the story of greenland whale fishers and their fight with a whale, that might happened sometime in the 19th century. Special here: The whale won the fight!
The initial song „Greenland Whale Fisheries“ exists already in many versions of melodies and lyrics from different artists. A like melody came originally from the West Indies, but here it is modified in some verses. The lyrics exist in similar forms since a long time, some words and sentences were also modified in this version... 

DE: Dies ist eine überarbeitete Version des gleichnamigen Songs vom letzten Jahr. Der Song erzählt die Geschichte eines Kampfes von Walfischern mit einem Wal, die sich im 19. Jahrhundert vor Grönland zugetragen haben könnte. Besonderheit: Der Wal gewinnt den Kampf!


Struggling Greenland Whale Fishers - 2nd Edition

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Musikprojekt Ragged Jukebox, seit Mai 2023 aktiv, 31 Songs veröffentlicht!

🎶 Supporters’ Wall 🎶
This music lives because of you.
A huge thank you to everyone who helps me keep creating – every cup of coffee keeps the sound alive.

💛 Current supporters:
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🤝 Big love to the amazing artists I’ve had the honor to collaborate with:

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XanadumusiX is an independent label founded by Monty HK. Our focus lies on emotional pop, dance, synthpop, and rock productions, uniting artists like Morpheus von Dobenhausen, Buddy Joe, RoHaNa and MONTY HK. Based in Germany, connected worldwide.

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XanadumusiX ist ein unabhängiges Label, gegründet von Monty HK. Der Fokus liegt auf emotionalem Pop, Dance, Synthpop und Rock – mit Künstlern wie Morpheus von Dobenhausen, Buddy Joe, RoHaNa und MONTY HK. Sitz in Deutschland, weltweit vernetzt.

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XanadumusiX was founded in 1999 by producer and musician Henry Klein (Monty HK). The label represents a diverse roster of artists with international reach. Our releases combine strong songwriting, innovative sound design, and authentic storytelling.
With over 100 official releases, XanadumusiX builds bridges between traditional craftsmanship and modern production.

🇩🇪
XanadumusiX wurde 1999 von Produzent und Musiker Henry Klein (Monty HK) gegründet. Das Label repräsentiert ein vielfältiges Künstler-Portfolio mit internationaler Reichweite. Unsere Veröffentlichungen verbinden starkes Songwriting, innovatives Sounddesign und authentisches Storytelling.
Mit über 100 offiziellen Veröffentlichungen schlägt XanadumusiX die Brücke zwischen klassischem Handwerk und moderner Produktion.

https://allmylinks.com/willhelmconrad,
I am a multimedia storyteller. I blend visuals, music, voice overs, and writing in order to make immersive stories.

Doug Knox is an American producer, DJ, and lover of anything you can push through a speaker.  Hailing from the hills of beautiful North Carolina, he's has traversed the planet in search of new cultures, experiences, and sounds deciding to set up shop in The City Of Angels. With previous DJ residencies in more countries than he can commit to memory, he's committed to making memories for you through his music.

Everything is science fiction so you actually do have superpowers!

Music Studio, covering any genre, any kind of artist.

Indie electonic duo blending folktronic, lounge and chillout.
The Upper Strata is Johnny (vocals, guitar, bass) and Reg (bass, synth/sequencers, accordion, vocals).

Crafting immersive soundscapes that blend electronic rhythms with global influences, I create music that moves both the mind and the soul. Inspired by the pulse of different cultures, my compositions fuse deep atmospheres, cinematic melodies, and vibrant beats - taking listeners on a journey beyond borders.

From hypnotic synth waves to organic world instruments, every track tells a story, evoking emotions and inspiring creativity. Whether you're looking for an uplifting groove, a chill escape, or a soundtrack for your next adventure, you’ll find something here that resonates.

Hit play, explore, and let the music take you somewhere new.

🎧 Follow for fresh sounds and sonic journeys.

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