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[ALBUM] - Unbowed - 2017 - [MP10617]
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Tracks :
1 - Another Drinking Wound
2 - Captain Watson's Gang
3 - Amsterdam
4 - The Dancy Cargo Hold's Dance / Mermaid's Jig
5 - The Mariner I Used To Be
6 - Les Bras Piqués
7 - Drink Up Fast
8 -Brandy Belle
9 - Posy Of Lily
10 - Mutins
11 - Ice Cold Jar Of Whiskey
12 - Invictus
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Recorded @ Mast Prod Studio / DownTown Studio / PLDR Studio
Mixed @ Cube Studio / PLDR Studio / RedFox Prod Studio
Mastered by Vincent Mallet at UIEAL Mastering Paris
Artwork by Reynald Asphalt Jungle

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released May 15, 2017

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THE MOORINGS Sélestat, France

The Moorings are an ultra-energetic quintet famous for delivering an efficient mix between celtic folk and alternative rock.

Since 2011, The band has been faithful to the traditional themes of the Anglo-Saxon repertoire. It has been chosen many times to share the bill with the most respected bands of the genre such as The Dubliners, The Pogues or The Dropkick Murphys.
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Track Name: Another Drinking Wound
I’ve woken up with a blur in my mind
And a blackout ‘bout what happened last night
So I gave a bell to my mates
To listen to what they had to say
Jerry said I fell
Tryin’ to pull out my knob
Bartney said as well
He saw me miss the boat
But Kenny said don’t worry mate
you were loaded with alcohol

Where does the pain in my butt come from?
I wonder what went wrong
Everybody keeps on telling me son
It’s just another drinking wound

I’ve gotten up with a MASSIVE scratch on my butt
Somebody has put its hands on me
So I gave a bell to my mates
To listen to what they had to say
Jerry said there was
This beautiful blond dike
Barney said he thought
She wasn’t what she looked like
But Kenny said some drunken nights
can kick the shit out of your pride

Where does the pain in my butt come from?
I wonder what went wrong
Everybody keeps on telling me son
It’s just another drinking wound
Track Name: Captain Watson's Gang
Modern times have spoken
Money’s become king
And the poaching of millions
Doesn’t mean a thing
To the ones that do business
To the ones for whom a cost
Is more precious than the mess
Caused when reason’s been lost

In the name of science
Or tradition bound
The whaling ban is broken
That’s how sick it sounds
Is there no one in power?
Is there no one on the scene?
But the great Robert Hunter
And the rest of its fleet

If it’s more than you can stand
And you believe there’s still a chance
Come on and join the ranks
Of Captain Watson’s gang

At the end of the day
Once profit’s been done
The biggest price to pay
Ain’t one you can count
Some might be slightly richer
Some might satisfy their needs
But you know the game’s over
for some that was unique

Enough now with the talking-shop
Enough now this has gotta stop
Time’s come to react on the spot
Track Name: Amsterdam
Dans le port d'Amsterdam Y a des marins qui chantent
Les rêves qui les hantent Au large d'Amsterdam
Dans le port d'Amsterdam Y a des marins qui dorment
Comme des oriflammesLe long des berges mornes
Dans le port d'AmsterdamY a des marins qui meurent
Pleins de bière et de drames Aux premières lueurs
Mais dans le port d'Amsterdam Y a des marins qui naissent
Dans la chaleur épaisse Des langueurs océanes

Dans le port d'Amsterdam Y a des marins qui mangent
Sur des nappes trop blanches Des poissons ruisselants
Ils vous montrent des dents A croquer la fortune
A décroisser la lune A bouffer des haubans
Et ça sent la morue Jusque dans l’coeur des frites
Que leurs grosses mains invitent A revenir en plus
Puis se lèvent en riant Dans un bruit de tempête
Referment leur braguette Et sortent en rotant

Dans le port d'Amsterdam Y a des marins qui dansent
En se frottant la panse Sur la panse des femmes
Et ils tournent et ils dansent Comme des soleils crachés
Dans le son déchiré D'un accordéon rance
Ils se tordent le cou Pour mieux s'entendre rire
Jusqu'à ce que tout à coup L'accordéon expire
Alors le geste grave Alors le regard fier
Ils ramènent leur batave Jusqu'en pleine lumière

Dans le port d'Amsterdam Y a des marins qui boivent
Et qui boivent et reboivent Et qui reboivent encore
Ils boivent à la santé Des putains d'Amsterdam
De Hambourg ou d'ailleurs Enfin ils boivent aux dames
Qui leur donnent leur joli corps Qui leur donnent leur vertu
Pour une pièce en or Et quand ils ont bien bu
Se plantent le nez au ciel Se mouchent dans les étoiles
Et ils pissent comme je pleure Sur les femmes infidèles
Dans le port d'Amsterdam Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Track Name: The Mariner I Used To Be
The helmsman of a shipwreck
Sinking like a stone
Down towards the sea bed where marooned sailors go
Was the truth of where I stood
With none to live for
(but) the winds took a turn as you did jump on board

Like the whistling of a mermaid
That blindly you follow
You caught me in your fishnets taking on control
Pulling me out of the stream
In which I was to drown
Full sail ahead to a fresh water’s call

You’re me hope you’re me anchor
Holding me on shore
Far from stormy weather and sheltered from the cold
In a hold I would molder
Rotten to the core
If your lamplighter hadn’t shone out through the fog

A life of constant roving
All around the globe
Is all I’ve been doing from the day that I was born
So worn out, a bit too old
To still undergo
The life you took me out of to you I’ll always owe

I’ve seen it all from the deck of my boat
I’ve seen it all and don’t want to see it no more
My heart had to be stolen from the throes of the sea
Killing once and for all
The atrocious memories
Of the mariner I used to be
Track Name: Les Bras Piqués
Avec les bras piqués
tu m’aimes que pour un soir
Avec les bras piqués
les viocs changent de trottoir
Avec les bras piqués
j’aurais jamais de belle mère
Avoir les bras piqués
c’est forcément vulgaire

mes bras portent les traits
de toutes ces histoires
ancrées à jamais
au diable les standards

Avec les bras piqués
trouver un job c’est chaud
Avec les bras piqués
sauf dans tous les bistrots
Avec les bras piqués
tu contrôles mes papiers
Avoir les bras piqués
on sent qu’ça t’fait bien chier

mes bras portent les traits
de toutes ces histoires
ancrées à jamais
au diable les standards

Avec les bras piqués
tu crois qu’j’suis pas français
Avec les bras piqués
tu m’demandes si j’suis gay
Avec les bras piqués
tu crois qu’j’ai pas d’pognon
mes bras piqués et moi
ont pensent que t’es bien con

mes bras portent les traits
de toutes ces histoires
ancrées à jamais
au diable les standards

des joies et des regrets
croqués à la barbare
et tant pis si de faits
je finirais tricard
Track Name: Drink Up Fast
The road to destiny is just as empty
As the days passing by sloggin’ in a fact’ry
Turning around mostly going nowhere
Leaving the dreams for someone else to have
So as boredom sets in and wears me out
I cannot help but stand my ground
By filling up my glass to the very top
And drawn the little bastard in one single shot

Drink up fast Drink up fast...

Tomorrow’s been the same for the past two decades
The same old ball and chain dictating my poor fate
Based on constraints of lousy bills to pay
Bringing the rain into my cloudy days
So as anxiety reaches the top
There’s that old time trick to make it drop
Whether it’s with moonshine or with mountain dew
They both do the job as long as you drink a few

Drink up fast Drink up fast...

Drink up fast
To carry our mess away
Drink up fast
To ease up this bloody day
Drink up fast
For the loved ones gone away
Drink up fast
Track Name: Brandy Belle
I think of thee
Tellement t’es belle
You laughed at me
Je m’en rappelle

Those shots are strong
J’en bois souvent
Am I so wrong
De t’aimer autant

Brandy Belle oh Brandy Belle
For sur you do not care
Que je me vautre à terre
Brandy Belle oh ma bouteille
There’s a fair maid right here
Je préfère te choisir

I come to live
Quand tes effluves
Mix up with mine
Et j’en abuse

Nobody else
Ne me fait ça
If we part ways
J’survivrai pas
Track Name: Posy Of Lily
I wish you could forgive me for the wrong that I’ve caused
For the rough times we had and all the untold
I wish I could find out a way to disclose
How sorry I am for all of me faults

Like the letters of love that I never did write
Like the moments of silence that pushed us aside
There are millions of reasons to hold against me
Here’s a posy of lily as an apology

I wish I could wash out all the blood on my hands
Make up for the mood swings you had to withstand
I’m just a man with me good and me bad
Working on a marriage as hard as he can

Yes I have lost grounded feet gambling by despair
Of troubles and cock ups I sure had my share
With a little more luck covered in jewellery you’d be
Here’s a posy of lily as an apology

I wish you could see how rueful I am
How what’s been and what’s gone affects where I stand
But there’s one thing above all that will never swap
Is me love for the misses deep down in my heart

And I wish I could have offered more instants of joy
We ain’t the couple I pictured when I was a young boy
So for the failures the setbacks and all kinda worry
Here’s a posy of lily as an apology

I wish I would know how to make myself clear
When the things that I say are not what I mean
I know it ain’t much to tell you that I’m sorry
So here’s a posy of lily as an apology
Track Name: Mutins
Sur le pont supérieur
le capitaine se gave
Et se moque de voguer
à bord d’une épave
Quand bien même de toutes parts
la cale prend la flotte
Le larbin plein les bottes écope

Les trésors empilés
sur fond d’escamotage
Sont sCellés en lieux sûrs
dans les canots de sauvetage
Le naufrage peut venir
toquer à la porte
Le larbin plein les bottes écope

Mutins Mutins
Armons les chiens
Le Jolly Roger fera
Bonne figure sur le mât
Armons les chiens
Mutins

Le gouvernail oscille
à gauche et puis à droite
Toujours à la dérive
quand le gros temps frappe
Les déferlantes abondent
sans cesse mais qu’importe
Le larbin plein les bottes écope

Les hommes ne sont que l’ombre
de leur commandement
Qui à force de mensonges
les maintient en rang
Car tant qu’au loin miroite
l’illusion d’une carotte
Le larbin plein les bottes écope
Track Name: Ice Cold Jar Of Whiskey
Some people might need love to make them happy
Some might need a dog to keep them company
Some people might dress up to look half pretty
But all it takes really is an ice cold jar of whiskey

Some people need a job to keep them busy
Some might need an ally not to feel to lonely
People might struggle to forget about their misery
When all it takes really is an ice cold jar of whiskey

So get me what it takes really
So get me an ice cold jar of whiskey

Some people need to fight to let their anger out
Some might need to bribe to find an easy way out
Some people might get thrilled with anything crazy
When all it takes really is an ice cold jar of whiskey

So as you can see now for quite a few problems
Whiskey might be key for solving some of them
So next time you’re needy ask yourself clearly
If all it takes really ain’t an ice cold jar of whiskey
Track Name: Invictus
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scrolL
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul