
I decided to spoil another Metal-WIP (one of 2 which are quite advanced in the composition-part). I was carrying this around for more than 3 months and did some improvements now and then.
Just to let you know: Smutje isn't an english word. I stands for the ship-cook/mess-cook and it's german. But that is what this song is about. And the lyrics (yes, it haz lyricz^^) will be in english......except for the word Smutje :P
To do: drums, bass, solo(s) , vocals, moar lyrics (1 verse + chorus yet), mixing/mastering and whatnot^^ (maybe performing someday)
Feedback is always welcome!
Just to let you know: Smutje isn't an english word. I stands for the ship-cook/mess-cook and it's german. But that is what this song is about. And the lyrics (yes, it haz lyricz^^) will be in english......except for the word Smutje :P
To do: drums, bass, solo(s) , vocals, moar lyrics (1 verse + chorus yet), mixing/mastering and whatnot^^ (maybe performing someday)
Feedback is always welcome!

Category Music / Rock
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 2.23 MB
hehe. happy ends are boring, aren't they?
Well, it's completelöy contrary to what I wrote so far, but sounds veerry interesting. Maybe he adds some kind of voodoo ingredient to curse the whole crew^^
I'll think about that. Thank you very much for the creative input! Vera appreciated!!
Well, it's completelöy contrary to what I wrote so far, but sounds veerry interesting. Maybe he adds some kind of voodoo ingredient to curse the whole crew^^
I'll think about that. Thank you very much for the creative input! Vera appreciated!!
(Intro-Chorus)
Smutje, Smutje, Smutje! Hey!
Smutje, Smutje! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Who cheers us up when we feel low and wet from tip to toe?
Smutje, Smutje! Yo-ho-ho!
(Verse 1)
We pillage every port from north to south across the sea.
We rifle and sack, say ‘what the heck’, it fills us up with glee.
When they see the Jolly Roger on our mast.
All the lubbers try to get off the harbor really fast.
But after that, when we get back on the ship, our wooden lair,
a lovely scent right from the caboose is gonna tint the air.
(Chorus)
Smutje, Smutje,
The warden of our meat.
Smutje, Smutje!
He serves the finest treat.
Without this lad we’d all be dead,
we all could feed the fishes,
if our Smutje wouldn’t smack
his greasy grub on our dishes.
...so far
Smutje, Smutje, Smutje! Hey!
Smutje, Smutje! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Who cheers us up when we feel low and wet from tip to toe?
Smutje, Smutje! Yo-ho-ho!
(Verse 1)
We pillage every port from north to south across the sea.
We rifle and sack, say ‘what the heck’, it fills us up with glee.
When they see the Jolly Roger on our mast.
All the lubbers try to get off the harbor really fast.
But after that, when we get back on the ship, our wooden lair,
a lovely scent right from the caboose is gonna tint the air.
(Chorus)
Smutje, Smutje,
The warden of our meat.
Smutje, Smutje!
He serves the finest treat.
Without this lad we’d all be dead,
we all could feed the fishes,
if our Smutje wouldn’t smack
his greasy grub on our dishes.
...so far
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