Biografia:
Ye Banished Privateers foi inspirado pelo folk irlandês, baladas escandinavas, peças de teatro e protocolos judiciais da era pirata – tudo derramado em um molde do punk rachado e caseiros do século 17.
Membros: Peter Mollwing, Jens Choong, Eva Maaharra, Björn Malmros, Sara Wallin, Emil Mäki, Magnus Mäki, Martin Gavelin, Jonas Nilsson, Andreas Södermark, Hampus Holm
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[Verse]
Em D
I used to be a beggar man, living on the streets,
Am C B
beggin' all the better men, to help me get a meal.
Em D
But here's the thing with better men, they're best at being mean.
C B
So I got fed with sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[Verse]
Em D
So I became a wicker man, to learn an honest trade,
Am C B
asking all the better men to buy what I had made.
Em D
But here's the thing with better men, they're good at being cheap
C
So I got payed in kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones that broke me bones.
[Verse]
Em D
Sick of the receiving end, I donned the headsman's hood,
Am C B
Rum drunk and with sword in hand, some justice serve I would.
Em D
But here's the thing with better men, they never lie quite still,
C
So I got served with rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[Verse]
Em D
Then I become a mariner, in the navy I enrolled
Am C B
I learned from ranking better men, to do as I've been told.
Em D
But here's the thing with better men, it's hard to make them pleased,
C
So all I got was chains and rope
B
and rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[Verse]
Em D
I begged, I worked, I fought so hard To keep my conscience clean
Am C B
But there is always better men Who will treat you mean
Em D
However hard you try my friend You'll always fall out short
C
And all you get is broken hope,
B
and chains and rope,
B
and rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that will break your bones!
[Verse]
(nonverbal)
Em D Am C B Em D C
Aaaaaaaaaa...
B
Go to hell!
[Verse]
Em D
So now I am a buccaneer that sail the seven seas,
Am C B
preying on them better men for riches I can seize.
Em D
And if they think they're better still, I bring them to their knees,
C B
Then I give them a taste of the old keel and plank,
B
and chains and rope,
B
and rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that will break their bones!
[Verse]
(nonverbal)
Em D Am C B Em D
Aaaaaaaaaa...
C B
Then I give them a taste of the old keel and plank,
B
and chains and rope,
B
and rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that will break their bones!
Em
Em D
I used to be a beggar man, living on the streets,
Am C B
beggin' all the better men, to help me get a meal.
Em D
But here's the thing with better men, they're best at being mean.
C B
So I got fed with sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[Verse]
Em D
So I became a wicker man, to learn an honest trade,
Am C B
asking all the better men to buy what I had made.
Em D
But here's the thing with better men, they're good at being cheap
C
So I got payed in kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones that broke me bones.
[Verse]
Em D
Sick of the receiving end, I donned the headsman's hood,
Am C B
Rum drunk and with sword in hand, some justice serve I would.
Em D
But here's the thing with better men, they never lie quite still,
C
So I got served with rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[Verse]
Em D
Then I become a mariner, in the navy I enrolled
Am C B
I learned from ranking better men, to do as I've been told.
Em D
But here's the thing with better men, it's hard to make them pleased,
C
So all I got was chains and rope
B
and rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[Verse]
Em D
I begged, I worked, I fought so hard To keep my conscience clean
Am C B
But there is always better men Who will treat you mean
Em D
However hard you try my friend You'll always fall out short
C
And all you get is broken hope,
B
and chains and rope,
B
and rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that will break your bones!
[Verse]
(nonverbal)
Em D Am C B Em D C
Aaaaaaaaaa...
B
Go to hell!
[Verse]
Em D
So now I am a buccaneer that sail the seven seas,
Am C B
preying on them better men for riches I can seize.
Em D
And if they think they're better still, I bring them to their knees,
C B
Then I give them a taste of the old keel and plank,
B
and chains and rope,
B
and rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that will break their bones!
[Verse]
(nonverbal)
Em D Am C B Em D
Aaaaaaaaaa...
C B
Then I give them a taste of the old keel and plank,
B
and chains and rope,
B
and rotten eggs,
B
and kicks and spits,
B
and sticks and stones, that will break their bones!
Em
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