The Jarl of the Clinic
A tight folk-punk rhythm and spoken-word bridge give this high-tempo shanty its punchy bite.
The stories behind The Jarl of the Clinic
- Rousing Brass and Shanty Punk in The Jarl of the Clinic Take B — A tight folk-punk rhythm and spoken-word bridge give this high-tempo shanty its punchy bite.
- Chasing Phantoms and the CND Curse in The Jarl of the Clinic — A theatrical shanty tackles could-not-duplicate service tickets, mystery monitor alarms, and shop-floor sleuthing.
Lyrics
Work order!
Monitor!
Howling in room nine!
Enter the lair of the drogher!
Sing with me, crew!
The child of the clinic was tearing his hair
A -dum -dum
That monitor's cursed by a witch and her lair
It shrieks like a sea troll and flashes in red
And screams false alarms till we wish we were dead I strapped on my flute and I walked through the door
My heavy boots thumping the linoleum floor
And CND could not duplicate
CND, such a mystical fate
Whenever the healers stand by for the sea
It screams like a kraken that rose from the sea
The second the biomed touches the frame
It purrs like a kitten and plays a sweet game
Raise up the horn to the ghost in the car
The CND monster of
Hospital Joy
I wiggled the cables, I battered the keys
Ran diagnostics with effortless ease
Hey, hey, hey, hey
The baseline was straight as a
Viking war arrow Not one single error to freeze up the barrel
The charge nurse was fuming, it's playing you sweet
The minute you leave, it'll start up the bleat
Aye, they claim it's smoked
They claim it threw lightning across the bed
Yet here it sits singing like a gentle scowl
What magic lies in our biomed touch?
None can say!
And it's CND, could not duplicate
CND, such a mystical fate
Whenever the healers stand by for to see
It screams like a kraken that rose from the sea
The second the biomet touches the frame
It purrs like a kitten and plays a sweet game
Raise up the horn to the ghost in the car
The C &D Monster
The Puspid of Yharn
No trouble found
Hord another horn of mead
Scowl
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