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“Big News I“ and “Big News II“ are the first and second tracks from Clutch's 1995 album, “Clutch,“ also referred to as “Self-Titled.“ I combined them into one MP3 to allow easier listening and to shorten the upload to one rather than two. Couldn't find any good audio quality uploads of either song, so here's mine. Two of the greatest songs from Clutch's collection, in my opinion. Clutch's Official Website: Clutch's Self-Titled Album Do note, though, that I obviously did not create anything in this video. I simply combined the song and the cover of the album in which the song was featured to create a familiar feel. If you like what you hear, you should check out your local retailers, whom may or may not still have a copy of the “Clutch“/“Self-Titled“ album. Otherwise, you can check out eBay, Amazon, or iTunes. - Big News I Lyrics - The fog is rolling in, the tide is high. Diane's as fat can be. Aye, Captain, aye. The guests seem more than pleased, How is the wine? We shall be underway, on the by and by. Ahead one third, Ahead two thirds. Full ahead flank, And out from the belly of the whale came a prophet. Amen. Go shoot the moon, the sun, The Great Divide. I believe there's a storm a' brewin', Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh. Dutch man at the mizzenmast, Six harpies are singin' to the lee, I believe she's going down, I believe we're gonna die, die, die! Fortune tellers make a killin' nowadays, Me, oh my. Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius, Bring me more whiskey and rye. Big news from the party boat. Oh sir, do not distress, The food is fine. Oh, but i must confess, I do find the wine a wee bit dry. Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye. Drink and the devil had done for the rest, She's sunk full fathom, five, five, five! Fortune tellers make a killin' nowadays, Me, oh my. Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius, Bring me more whiskey and rye. Big news from the party boat. Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones, Come down to the locker of Davy Jones. - Big News II Lyrics - Yeah, yeah. Can't funk with the feel, Or with the other three. This mother load, Comin' atcha, all 3Ds. We got big news, The party boat is here. The band is kickin', And I see lots of beers. And I believe there is gambling, On the deck just below from here. We got Greedo, solo to the rear, they know the deal, Sacks packed and stacked with pieces of eight. A sailor's life for me. Live free or die, Never look a bounty hunter in the eye. Damn. Now where were we? I think aces high, Sleeves are rolled. Tremendous diamonds, and a mouth of gold. I spent many years on rambling, I'll never change these foolish ways. 'Cause fortune tellers make a killin' nowadays. Best keep living like a castaway, with my sack packed pieces of eight. A sailor's life for me. Live free or die, Never look a merman in the eye. Damn. Note: Some lyrics may be inaccurate.
