Rob's Bellfry

Here's the title song written for The Psyatics 4th album.  This was very much a reactionary tune in the wake of a Trump presidency.  Much worse things...whatever it is, things can always be worse...and now they are.  Not much comfort, but pointing it out with a bit of wit and a hook can't hurt.  Stay safe, Robt

 Much Worse Things Happen At Sea

Much worse things happen at sea. I don’t know what I was thinking
Ain’t dying from dysentery. I have clean water for drinking
The rats have yet to take over. Sirens don’t lure me to drown
The seas remain calm, we sing our psalms So why’s our ship going down?

Much worse things happen at sea, but we give these a wide berth
No women, they’re unlucky. Can’t risk sailing off the earth
And yet our captain’s a cad. Steers not with head, but with fist
Solution I see is mutiny To wit, we all must resist

So raise a glass for the ruling class
Allowing us to sail
Thank god for the land-owning, rich, white males

Much worse things happen at sea. No chance the ship gets shanghaied
We aren’t fighting off scurvy, or taking whips to our hides
And yet, there’s pirates aboard, threatening to drive us aground
We’re all bound to sink into the drink
What they mean by trickle-down

So lift your cup as we all drink up
While tearing down the sails
Thank god for the land-owning, rich, white males

Much worse things happen at sea. I don’t know what I was thinking
Ain’t dying from dysentery. I have clean water for drinking
The rats have yet to take over. Sirens don’t lure me to drown
The seas remain calm, we sing our psalms
So why’s our ship going down?

R. Bell