Treasure Hunting

by Patrick The Pirate

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released May 1, 2016

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Patrick The Pirate Boulder, Colorado

Patrick the Pirate plays a black guitar and screams until he loses his voice…. when he isn't playing music he spends time being a landlocked pirate.

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Track Name: Mother Mother Ocean
Mother, mother ocean
I have heard your call
I’ve wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You’ve seen it all
You’ve seen it all
You watched the that men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures that few have ever seen
Most of them dreams
Most of them dreams
And yes I am a pirate
Two hundred years too late
The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothing to plunder
I’m a landlocked victim of fate
Arriving too late
And in the wrong place
I’ve done a bit of smuggling
Yeah I’ve run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last
Never meant to last
I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I’ve passed out and I’ve rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got to stop wishing, got to go fishing
I’m down in rock bottom again
Just a few friends
Just a few friends
Mother, mother ocean
After all these years I’ve found
My occupational hazard being my occupation’s just not around
I feel like I’ve drowned
I’m gonna head up town
Track Name: Drink to Death
I’m not sure if it’s very punk to be an alcoholic drunk
Giving money to corporations, drinking away the desperation
And all the things that have gone wrong yet all I do is write this song
Drinking beer smoke on my breath
Is it punk to drink to death
I woke up this morning of the wrong side of bed after last night’s show
I puked in the garden but I was running late so I had to go
But I caught traffic, and I caught a headache
I guess I’ve got no luck
I missed my first class because I ran out of gas but I just don’t really give a fuck
And later that evening, instead of sleeping, we had another show
I tried to refrain because I was in pain but I just could not say no
But I’m not sure if it’s very punk to be an alcoholic drunk
Giving money to corporations, drinking away the desperation
And all the things that have gone wrong yet all I do is write this song
Drinking beer smoke on my breath
Is it punk to drink to death
Track Name: Plagiarism out of Love
I’m out of cigarettes and I’m out of money
But I don’t want to sing about being fucking broke
I’d like to ask more questions besides do you got a smoke
But never underestimate the poor, hungry, and desperate
My body is a temple. How much do you think I could get for it? Five dollars?
I know I stole that line
I steal all my lines from this guy named Brian, & Nick, & Micah too
All I do is plagiarize and there’s no point in a fake disguise
I’m sure one day you would figure it out
But I really hope you fucking know it’s from respect and that it shows
The amount of love I have for what you do
Oh shit what’s the fucking line?
I guess I forgot this song and I blame it on the two-foot bong
We were just smoking over at your house
And now I’m too fucked up to remember your name
And I think that the whiskey is something to blame
Track Name: Pay to be Alive
I am so fucking pissed
Why do we pay just to exist?
It was not like that before
But now it seems they are waging war
Not to survive but just to thrive
And so they deprived the rights from all the people making them pay to be alive
It makes me sick
I’m gonna puke it makes me sick
I am so fucking pissed
How did we let it get to this?
It was not like this is the past
But we couldn’t do anything cuz they moved to fast
And now there’s factories and industries and we slave away
Building profets in theirs slavery almost every fucking day
And you’d think they’d house and they’d clothe us and they’d give us some food
But they took all of the money and they told us you are screwed
These rich corporate fucks they’ve got it in their heads
That we will fucking work for them until we’re all dead
But I refuse
Because this capitalistic system is tearing us apart
So much inequality and too many broken hearts
It’s a racist, sexist, classist system
How did we get on this track?
But it doesn’t matter how we got here so long as we get back
Because we shouldn’t have to pay to exist
We shouldn’t have to pay to survive
We shouldn’t have to pay to be healthy
We shouldn’t have to pay to be alive
Track Name: Portland
It’s a shame that you are gone now
More like a shame that I’m still here
I miss you all so greatly
I wish I could disappear
I could join you in the distance
Oh, what travels lay ahead
But I’m trapped inside of these fours walls feeling miserable and dead
To escape this lonely madness would only bring me joy
Maybe I could meet you
I hear you’re in Illinois
And tomorrow in Wisconsin
I wish I could make it there
But I don’t have transportation what a fucking nightmare
And I know I’ll see you soon but I’ll write to you before
And maybe when you get back we could go on another tour
So can you pick me up in Colorado?
We’ll drive over the mountains
And don’t worry about bathing there plenty of fountains
On the way up to California and right on up the coast
All the way to Portland, Oregon
Where we’ll raise a fucking toast
And then a friend will call and say it’s a shame that I’m still here
Then we’ll go and pick them up and buy some more beer
Book a couple shows, oh man, I hope we make it there
Because the car will surely break down and we don’t have bus fare
And then we’ll call another touring band and say
Can you pick us up in Colorado?
This time we’ll head East
We’ll find our friends in Florida
And then we will have a feast
Then they will join us on our way up the coast
All the way to Portland, Maine
Where we’ll raise a fucking toast
And then another friend will call
Can you pick me up in Colorado?
I want to go South
We’ll find our friends in Houston and put good food in our mouths
And then we’ll continue driving right along the coast
All the way to Portland, Texas
Where we’ll raise a fucking toast
Track Name: Shortest Song
This will be my shortest song
I promise it's not very long
I just had a thought today
And this is what I have to say:

EAT SHIT!!!!!