You never can stop the wraith of Ol' Salty Pete
Ultra-funky genere bending rock n roll music. The band was formed in the late 70's, performing every style from rock, new wave, country, folk, and even a few da
Balsa Club was founded in the late 70's by guitarist and lead singer Jack McKinnon and percussionist Harold Brohifney. The two musicians created a genere-bending sound that intranced millions around the globe. For over 25 years Jack and Harold rocked together, building a huge fan base (especially overseas in Europe, where they were played regularly by small local radio stations). The bands' dreams of ever releasing a full lenghth studio album were toppled when early in 2001 Jack met his fate. He was killed in a freak accident involving several utensils. With an accumulation of over 250 songs surmassed in Balsa Clubs' 25 years together, we honor Jack by releasing these recordings to the general public. One at a time.
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Lyrics
music by Balsa Club
lyrics by Balsa Club and Whistlin' Clem
guitars, bass, lead vocals - Jack McKinnon
percussion and chorus vocals - Harold Brohifney
VERSE 1
way down in the briney depths is a demon, you better believe.
50 feet long, and built to kill, with scales like maple leaves.
I once saw him swallow a dingy, and used the oars to pick his teeth.
Oh, my god he's scary! This is the tale of ol' salty pete.
Comes out of deep dark trenches, wreking havoc here and
there.
Yes, my brother he's a mean one. I suggest you better beware!
His eyes are green and blotchy, he'll stare right into your soul.
A giaser of poison water shoots up out of his blow hole.
CHORUS
Grasp my rod and grab that reel, make sure that line is strung
up tight. Put that worm right there on the end, everything is gonna
be alright.
Flick your wrist, and watch it fly way up in the sky. Tonight were
gonna catch a big one, baby. Then were gonna make him fry.
VERSE 2
a fishin man was my ol pappy, harvesting food up outta the sea.
That all changed the day he was gobbled up by Ol' Salty Pete.
Grabbed myself a harpoon, I was gonna stick it in his meat.
Oh, my god he's scary! This is the tale of ol' salty pete
Digesting in a fishes belly, my dad wasn't doing to hot.
So I decided to take on that monster, give revenge a shot.
Traded some beads n' blankets, and got myself an old injun canoe.
paddled way out to sea, and on the way I lost my shoe
CHORUS
Grasp my rod and grab that reel, make sure that line is strung
up tight. Put that worm right there on the end, everything is gonna
be alright.
Flick your wrist, and watch it fly way up in the sky. Tonight were
gonna catch a big one, baby. Then were gonna make him fry.
VERSE 3
I saw him in the distance, with his giant evil eyes.
a held tight to my harpoon, hoping to catch him by surprise.
I had to play it cool, there was no room for mistakes.
If I end up as some fish food, well I guess those are just the breaks
As I paddled up to that bastard, I was shaking in my boots.
I saw some human corpses sticking between his tooths.
Then that fish, he saw me. I was really gonna get it now.
He charged so fast right for me, knocking me outta my boat POW!
CHORUS
Grasp my rod and grab that reel, make sure that line is strung
up tight. Put that worm right there on the end, everything is gonna
be alright.
Flick your wrist, and watch it fly way up in the sky. Tonight were
gonna catch a big one, baby. Then were gonna make him fry.
Helpless and defensless, it looked like I was gonna die,
I looked up to the heavens, and I asked the good lord "WHY"?
Then the fish was apon me. tried to swallow me whole.
took one look in my left hand and saw my fishin' pole.
VERSE 4
FISH: Little man, you are very foolish to oppose me.
MAN: But MR. Salty Pete! You ate my Daddy!
FISH: Yes, but you and your daddy have eaten of my family as well,
have you not? Today I will have MY revenge!
MAN: No! Don't eat me, mr Salty Pete.. AAAAHHHHGG!
(Chomping sounds)
copyrite 2003 -- 48 Prong productions (Doug McKinnon and Jesse Van Sickle)
