"The (Slightly Less) Abridged Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket" lyrics
(feat. Somos Animales)
In addition to writing short stories and poems, Poe was also a critic, editor, essayist, satirist and pioneer of detective and science fiction... oh! And he was also a novelist! This is a slightly less abridged "Narrative Of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket"!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
I was born on a boat, but I never got sea legs
Just rum, regrets, and crusty ship decks
Pym of Nantucket, bored out of my mind
So I stowed away deep in a barrel confined
My homie Augustus? Helped fake my death
While I marinated in funk, mold, and breath
No food, no light, hallucination stew
By day six I was beefin' with a dead kangaroo
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Mutineers wilding, stabbing for sport
Heads go rolling like a basketball court
Pym hides low like, "I ain't no snack,"
While the deck gets bloody like a Red Death masque
Augustus dies, the dog's still barking
And here comes Richard Parker, cannibal target
Drew straws, bad news, you know how it ends dude!
Guess who's on the menu... um, my late friend... ew!
In a statistically impossible twist of fate, Poe actually predicted a real life shipwreck and cannibalism case years later. The dude's name? Richard Parker! Look it up!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
So they get rescued, but the plot twists fast...
Then they head to the Pole where the sun don't last
Land of Tsalal, tribal suspense
Where paranoia oozes and logic gets bent
Albino penguins? Floating bones?
White shrouds rising with monochrome moans?
Ink-dark water and pyramid caves?
This trip's more cursed than a ska kid's grades! (Billy!)
Final scene? Well, we don't know
White mist, dead silence, no aftershow
Pym floats on, staring into fate
Like, "to be continued... when I reincarnate."
So what's it mean? Who really knows?
Probably trauma, racism, and confusing prose
But one thing's clear from this psycho spin:
Don't stow away. Don't eat your friend!
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Learn from Pym, don't make his mistakes
Learn from Pym, your life's at stake
Learn from Pym, don't play pretend
Learn from Pym, don't stow away, don't eat your friends
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
A man on a whaling ship ends up in Antarctica
You should read it sometime... it's a good book!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
I was born on a boat, but I never got sea legs
Just rum, regrets, and crusty ship decks
Pym of Nantucket, bored out of my mind
So I stowed away deep in a barrel confined
My homie Augustus? Helped fake my death
While I marinated in funk, mold, and breath
No food, no light, hallucination stew
By day six I was beefin' with a dead kangaroo
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Mutineers wilding, stabbing for sport
Heads go rolling like a basketball court
Pym hides low like, "I ain't no snack,"
While the deck gets bloody like a Red Death masque
Augustus dies, the dog's still barking
And here comes Richard Parker, cannibal target
Drew straws, bad news, you know how it ends dude!
Guess who's on the menu... um, my late friend... ew!
In a statistically impossible twist of fate, Poe actually predicted a real life shipwreck and cannibalism case years later. The dude's name? Richard Parker! Look it up!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
So they get rescued, but the plot twists fast...
Then they head to the Pole where the sun don't last
Land of Tsalal, tribal suspense
Where paranoia oozes and logic gets bent
Albino penguins? Floating bones?
White shrouds rising with monochrome moans?
Ink-dark water and pyramid caves?
This trip's more cursed than a ska kid's grades! (Billy!)
Final scene? Well, we don't know
White mist, dead silence, no aftershow
Pym floats on, staring into fate
Like, "to be continued... when I reincarnate."
So what's it mean? Who really knows?
Probably trauma, racism, and confusing prose
But one thing's clear from this psycho spin:
Don't stow away. Don't eat your friend!
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Don't eat your friend, don't chew that bone!
Don't eat your friend, just leave it alone!
We drew straws, now I can't digest
Rude-boy skankin' in my belly, no rest!
Learn from Pym, don't make his mistakes
Learn from Pym, your life's at stake
Learn from Pym, don't play pretend
Learn from Pym, don't stow away, don't eat your friends
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
A man on a whaling ship ends up where?
A man on a whaling ship ends up in Antarctica
You should read it sometime... it's a good book!
