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FSV Blues
05:06
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Way over in a shipyard facing the North Atlantic
They’re workin’ on some vessels to survey the seas
Gotta find some money to buy some brand new ships
Designed by a committee? What the hell is this?
“She’s too long” heard from Woods Hole Mass
And still too deep after they chopped off her ass
Later in the cycle after they made four
Everybody’s wond’rin why they’d want one more
Of these complex beasts that suck up twice the gas
As all the other vessels that were used in the past
From shipyard straight to drydock for a year or more
Will the Lasker be a lemon like her sisters before?
Everybody’s scrambling trying to find the glitch
That quickly put the breaks on this brand new bitch
Captain pulls all nighters and the crew does too
Professional seafarers and they’ll see this through
Hope they clean the power and get her in the clear
So we can sail this FSV more than one week a year
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2. |
Onward Through The Fog
03:26
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Could not escape the dripping grip of Mother Nature’s wrath
As we thundered down the trackline the droplets blocked our path
We start then stop our effort then start again askance
Visuals had to give up – Acoustics, our only chance
Onward through the fog x4
The northwestern point of Washington and lower 48
She kept her creatures under wraps the shroud would not abate
We heard the sounds of killer cats and chased them with our ear
But they shut up and snuck away as soon as we were near
Onward through the fog x4
Onward through the shipping lanes oncoming ships be damned
Onward to Swiftsure Bank our home and native land
Onward let’s launch the rhib and sit out all day long
Onward ‘til this burns off onward through the fog
Tried north and south and east and ended heading west
Wasting a day of Beaufort one put our patience to the test
And then at last the clouds did pass and left us fading light
Ended our day with humpback whales that took us into the night
Onward through the fog x4
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Jessica Albacore
04:00
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You’re out there in the ocean
Swimming way offshore
And I am out there trolling
Knocking on your door
You’re swimming with your girlfriends
And while they’re all worth a look
I hope you choose to put your
Lips around my hook
Whoaaaaa Jessica Albacore x4
You’re good at sensing danger
And playing hard to get
Time to use the big guns
Not just 10-pound test
You know you’re quite the master
Of your environment
The money I spent chasing you
Was money so well spent
Whoaaaaa Jessica Albacore x4
Your silver streamlined body
Shining dripping wet
I can’t believe I landed you
On deck without a net
Your beauty’s more than skin deep
Goes way down to your flesh
While there are other tuna
Baby you’re the best
Whoaaaaa Jessica Albacore x3
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5. |
Too Far To Turn
04:20
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I was looking at blue
Saw the splash, and then saw you
I knew you could be something good
And if I could chase you I would
But you were too far away to turn
I searched I scanned I yearned
You were outside the zone, out on your own
You were too far, too far away to turn
It was the first time we’d met
I hadn’t seen anything yet
And then you came into my view
And it was just me and just you
But you were too far away to turn
I searched I scanned I yearned
You were outside the zone, out on your own
You were too far, too far away to turn
I may never see you again
This time no one wins
We’ll never know what we missed
You only gave up a glimpse
But you were too far away to turn
I searched I scanned I yearned
You were outside the zone, out on your own
You were too far, too far away to turn
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6. |
Hove To
02:55
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7. |
Circle Of Confusion
05:10
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Had a sighting and it was super
Put the info in the computer
Then they dove; we reconnoiter
To the spot, we sailed on over
And we’re lost in the circle of confusion
Chasing dots in the circle of confusion
And we’re lost in the circle of confusion
Chasing dots in the circle of confusion
Weather is not what we’d be choosing
And the sea state is abusing
We were winning now we’re losing
No matter what version of WinCruz we’re using
Chorus
left or right we could be turning
But the trackline time we’re burning
In the trough, stomach’s churning
Long dive times, now we’re learning
Chorus
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9. |
Biopsy Hero
03:57
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Saw a baleen whale way over there so to get the picture clearer
We turned towards the blow and hit the gas and brought the ship much nearer
The right jaw was white we said, “alright it’s a fin you better believe ‘er”
and I took the shot and hit the spot and made that whale a bleeder
But the string just broke this ain’t no joke there’s no way we’re going to leave ‘er
‘Cause I’m a grapefruit chuckin, motherfuckin wayward bolt retriever
We headed back along the track to find our floating treasure
The value on the street of that little chunk of meat was far too large to measure
And when we saw the bolt we got a jolt because Jaws was trying to eat ‘er
The sample was there and it was not fair for some shark to try and steal ‘er
So I aimed at the shark and was on the mark with a throw like Derek Jeter
‘Cause I’m a grapefruit chuckin, motherfuckin wayward bolt retriever
Photos yes acoustics covered the rest bacon would make this sighting completer
All eyes looked for the prize but with darkening skies our chances were getting fleeter
C/o’s on the rail and without fail he steered the boat to meet ‘er
And down the side that bolt did glide our approach couldn’t be sweeter
Then I used a net barely got it wet and made the catch like a wide receiver
‘Cause I’m a grapefruit chuckin, motherfuckin wayward bolt retriever
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10. |
Trackline Madness
04:19
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11. |
Why?
02:40
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12. |
The Erupted Tooth
02:49
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Blue blue blue blue blue blue blue
Blue blue blue blue blue blue blue
Blue blue blue blue blue blue blue
Blue blue blue blue blue blue blue brown!?
Holy shit what the hell was that
twenty seven right, six-and-a-half
I saw it once and I saw it again
And then I lost it behind a wave
Someone else get eyes on it fast
Finally a sighting at last
Time to get the cameras out
Just saw the body, there was no spout
They’re gonna want an acoustics pass
I just hope they’re up to the task
Turn around and go five knots
For a mile past the spot
Never going to see him again
Looking for a distant fin
Now we’re back on course and speed
Everyone on effort please
Nobody’s going to believe me
When I say I got it to species
Code 51 and it's the truth
I saw the head and the erupted tooth
The erupted tooth
The erupted tooth
The erupted tooth
The erupted tooth
We’re back on!
Blue blue blue........
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14. |
Bad Blow
02:07
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Scanning
Searching
Scanning
Searching
Oh No I’ve got a bad blow
46 90 minutes
Oh No I’ve got a bad blow
Cluster A joined cluster D
Cluster C joined cluster B
Cluster E is fluking up
I think we’ve all had enough
Cluster G has passed the beam
Cluster H is sight unseen
Cluster A is up again
Sperm whale groups are such a pain
Oh no I’ve got a bad blow
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15. |
Course and Speed
08:12
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