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Lament for the Fisherman's Wife - Bart Zeal (Silly Wizard Cover)

🎵 Extra Listening, Merch, Contact, and Showing Support https://linktr.ee/bartzeal This lament is such a special heartfelt song that I felt the pull to try releasing a cover of it myself. It took us almost two years to get it right, so I'm immensely proud to finally release it to the public. The original band performing this song is called "Silly Wizard". If you haven't heard of them yet, you ought to give them a listen; they're a true inspiration. The black-and-white footage used is from a documentary made by Captain Irving Johnson in 1928. It is a video by Mystic Seaport videos called "Around Cape Horn". I found the video very compelling, and the commentary by Johnson himself made it all the more unique. In the original song, there's talk during the outro, and I thought Captain Irving's voice fitted very well here. The video is a hidden gem on YouTube and Andre Aquared uploaded the entire thing here:    • Видео   Listen to the song with a clean outro on Spotify. Subscribe for a new music video every 20th of the month. https://www.youtube.com/bartzeal?sub_... 🤩Featuring Audioscape Studio -    / @audioscapestudios1732   Tom de Munck - Electric Guitar Peter Eijsten - Accordion / Concertina Lyrics By the storm-torn shoreline A woman is standing, The spray strung like jewels in her hair. And the sea tore the rocks Near that desolate landing, As though it had known she stood there. For she had come down To condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man. Whose boat sailed out on Wednesday morning, And it's feared she's gone down With all hands. Oh and white were the wave caps And wild was their parting. So fierce is the warring of love. But she prayed to the gods, Both of men and of sailors, Not to cast their cruel nets O'er her love. There's a school on the hill Where the sons of dead fathers Are led toward tempests and gales. Where their God-given wings Are clipped close to their bodies, And their eyes are bound round With ship's sails. And she has come down To condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man. whose boat sailed out on Wednesday morning, And it's feared she's gone down With all hands. What force leads a man To a life filled with danger High on seas or a mile underground? It's when need is his master And poverty's no stranger, And there's no other work to be found. But she has come down To condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man. Whose boat sailed out on Wednesday morning, And it's feared she's gone down With all hands.