My 13th musical inside tip is by a SteamPunk band from Seattle:
Airship Pirates
Lyrics:
Fires high and the airbags tight,
Foods low but the skies are bright
Props spinning all through the night,
We're low on cash but we've seen another target
Goggles down, and the cannons up
My blood starts pumping as I drain my cup
I give the wheel a spin and I turn this girl around,
We're way above ground but we're closing on our target!
Flying Jib is filled with air
East India ships filled with despair,
We even up, her broadsides bare
Our cannons flair but it's just a show of muscle
Steady on, she doesn't need to burn
She tries to flee, and she tries to turn
Grappling fire, we grab her hull
We're starting to roll, but we've got her on a leash!
With a crew of drunken pilots, we're the only Airship Pirates!
We're full of hot air and we're starting to rise
We're the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves
With a crew of drunken pilots, we're the only Airship Pirates!
We're full of hot air and we're starting to rise
We're the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves now
Expendable crew starts to reel her in
Our swords are sharpened and we're ready to sin
I'm three miles up, we're about to swing aboard
My tethers made of leather so I'm not about to fall here
A swish of air and my boots hit deck
No cash, no fuel, no – not a speck!
Grape shots made this bird a wreck
And a glance below deck shows a crew of nuns and orphans!
With a crew of drunken pilots, we're the only Airship Pirates!
We're full of hot air and we're starting to rise
We're the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves
With a crew of drunken pilots, we're the only Airship Pirates!
We're full of hot air and we're starting to rise
We're the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves
With a crew of drunken pilots, we're the only Airship Pirates!
We're full of hot air and we're starting to rise
We're the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves
With a crew of drunken pilots, we're the only Airship Pirates!
We're full of hot air and we're starting to rise
We're the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves now
previous inside tips:
Angels to some
Scary Bitches
L.i.t.l.o.t.w. (Love is the Light of the World)
Walküren
Light Speed marching
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