Weapon Again from South Ocean by James Brook

(EADAE)

(E)The crowds of Hobart cheered us from the dock
As we(A) sat on the heli deck and (D)watched (A)Tassie (E)recede
Rounded the cliffs of the Peninsular
Goodbye our families we’re heading out to sea

To the black river of Brisbane town
Sugar terminal became our new home
Pythons rain grinding steel
Black ship under the Queensland sun

(DA)

She got (D)cracked fuel tanks and (A)rusty deck
(D)Steel toe caps and (A)welding arcs
(D)Oxyacetylene (A)epoxy paint
(D)We’re turning this ship(A) into a (D)weapon (E)again

High in the sky of the dry dock
We cut the bow open and welded the bent frame
The hull was crushed in Antarctic ice
Collision damage from the last campaign

The crew come &the crew depart
There ain’t no glory in the dock yard
Pumped oily mud from the anchor chain
So the Westra can go to sea again

CHORUS

Sailed into Sydney harbour
Choppers and cameras as we berthed at circular quay
Governments argue but the people love us
Black ship we’re pirates with big hearts

Back to Tassie stuck in Geelong
Fish factories old growth chip piles
Abattoirs live export ships
Where ever we go we’re parked up next to shit

CHORUS

Humpbacks splash in Fremantle
Seeing them it makes it all worthwhile
Food money people do donate
As we’re bolting on the anti boarding spikes

We’re steaming out to the wilderness
Spy ship yeah they’re following us
We’re the law down here gunna give them hell
Black ship Pirates with big hearts
We’re gunna turn this ship into a weapon again

• Acoustic
• Folk
• alt folk
• alternative
• folk punk
• sea shepherd