The Skalds of the Bilge

Take B delivers a boisterous folk-rock shanty at 125 BPM, driven by soaring gang vocals, lively concertina runs, and acoustic power.

The stories behind The Skalds of the Bilge

Lyrics

They wear the white coats upon the sunlit deck

We wear the burns of solder on our neck

Sing out, brothers!

Up on the top deck the admirals stand

The celebrated healers of

Nordic command They cut with the steel and they bind up the head

And carry the laurels for treating the dead

But deep in the villages where greasy smoke curls

Well the guardians of coils, the fixers of worlds

With multimeters slung at our leather -clad hips

We keep the life beating on hospital ships

So drink to the bio

Guild of the Deep

Watch o 'er the flame while the patient's asleep

No parades in our honor, no gold on our shield

Yet without our wrenches the wounds never healed

Raise up the horn, let the concertina play

The Biomed Keepers have conquered the day

When ventilators choke, who is summoned to run

The biomed warriors who sleep in the sun

When defibrillators refuse to ignite

Who charges through thunder into the cold night

From incubator warmth to the linear beam

We are the weavers of silicon dream

Let the surgeons take glory

Let nurses take praise

We ask for no statues choose to brighten our days

just a well -grounded circuit a calibration

tight And another saved warrior

Walking upright

So drink to the biomed

Guild of the deep

Watch o 'er the flame

While the patient's asleep

No parades in our honor

No gold on our shield

Yet without our wrenches

The wounds never healed

Raise up the horn

Let the concertina play

The Velvet Keepers have conquered the

day

Tools down, brothers

Fill the heart with me

Skull to the biome

Hey,

hey,

Ha

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