Keep Her Fed

Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, 176 BPM speed metal, double bass drum gallop, shredding guitar riffs, rumbling bass, gale-force war-cry chorus, loud, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal

[Intro: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, guitar riff alone, gale-force, shouted]
Open the door
Feed her

[Verse 1: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, gale-force, belted, double bass drums]
Down below the waterline the heat could peel a face
Twelve men and a shovel each and every man in place
Gauge is in the red and the chief is at the glass
Waves the size of churches and they're coming on in mass
Fire drops, the bow swings, the sea takes us broadside
Lose the fire, lose the ship, ain't nowhere left to hide
So I'm swinging till my shoulders are a hammer and a bell
Throwing black into the box and feeding her like hell

[Chorus: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, gale-force, belted, full band]
Keep her fed, shovel and swing
Throw your back into the fire till the boiler sings
Port is out there in the gale and the dark
Keep her fed, give her every spark

[Verse 2: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, gale-force, harder]
Hour out, the bunker shovel scrapes on bare steel floor
Chief comes down the ladder and he says there ain't no more
Twelve men look at twelve men and the needle starts to fall
Then the oldest one among us grabs an axe off the wall
Bunk frames, cabin doors, the benches from the mess
Every chair aboard the ship and the cook's own chest
Splinters in my hands and the paint is on fire
Burning down the ship to keep the ship alive and higher

[Verse 3: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, captain's desk goes in, riff stops for one bar, then slams back]
Down the ladder comes the captain with his desk upon his back
Forty years of oak and brass and every chart he had
Sets it at the firebox and he looks me in the eye
Says feed her, son, and the whole crew cries
In it goes, the drawers, the logbook and the chair
Needle climbing, bow comes round, we're riding up the air
Light on the breakwater and the harbor bell is near
Throw the last of it inside and bring the old girl here

[Chorus: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, gale-force, belted, full band, last time]
Keep her fed, shovel and swing
Throw your back into the fire till the boiler sings
Port is out there in the gale and the dark
Keep her fed, give her every spark

[Outro: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, shouted, guitar rings out and fades]
Tie her up
Let her cool
We made it home

[End]

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[Intro: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, guitar riff alone, gale-force, shouted] Open the door Feed her [Verse 1: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, gale-force, belted, double bass drums] Down below the waterline the heat could peel a face Twelve men and a shovel each and every man in place Gauge is in the red and the chief is at the glass Waves the size of churches and they're coming on in mass Fire drops, the bow swings, the sea takes us broadside Lose the fire, lose the ship, ain't nowhere left to hide So I'm swinging till my shoulders are a hammer and a bell Throwing black into the box and feeding her like hell [Chorus: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, gale-force, belted, full band] Keep her fed, shovel and swing Throw your back into the fire till the boiler sings Port is out there in the gale and the dark Keep her fed, give her every spark [Verse 2: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, gale-force, harder] Hour out, the bunker shovel scrapes on bare steel floor Chief comes down the ladder and he says there ain't no more Twelve men look at twelve men and the needle starts to fall Then the oldest one among us grabs an axe off the wall Bunk frames, cabin doors, the benches from the mess Every chair aboard the ship and the cook's own chest Splinters in my hands and the paint is on fire Burning down the ship to keep the ship alive and higher [Chorus: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, gale-force, belted, full band] Keep her fed, shovel and swing Throw your back into the fire till the boiler sings Port is out there in the gale and the dark Keep her fed, give her every spark [Verse 3: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, captain's desk goes in, riff stops for one bar, then slams back] Down the ladder comes the captain with his desk upon his back Forty years of oak and brass and every chart he had Sets it at the firebox and he looks me in the eye Says feed her, son, and the whole crew cries In it goes, the drawers, the logbook and the chair Needle climbing, bow comes round, we're riding up the air Light on the breakwater and the harbor bell is near Throw the last of it inside and bring the old girl here [Chorus: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, gale-force, belted, full band, last time] Keep her fed, shovel and swing Throw your back into the fire till the boiler sings Port is out there in the gale and the dark Keep her fed, give her every spark [Outro: Gale-force war-crying male vocalist, shouted, guitar rings out and fades] Tie her up Let her cool We made it home [End]

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