The Bride Ship - Crime & The City Solution

You know me My name is Queeg

I sail the good ship «Succeed»

Through whose veneer pokes the word «Greed»

Each day he become less clear in his mind

The mission, the crew, the growing suspicion with the passing of time

He’d talk to himself in his room

«All this talking — you boys talk too much

Now get out of my room

And stop talking to me about luck

There is no luck

I paid all the way, did it all my way

With hard work and pluck»

Well he was busy on the larder working on the lock

When somebody shouted «rock»

«Paper"shouted another»

«What I’m no p-pauper"sang Queeg

„So stop trying to read into me There’s noting to read, nothing to see

So just you make some haste

And summon up some speed

Let’s pull into the place

And be done with the deed

There’s somebody there who must pay

They chartered this boat“

It sailed on their say-so»

A year to the day into that bay

Young Uncle staggered up the gangplank to meet them

Said «stay»

«Is this the bride ship to the Free World, yes

Is this the bride ship to the Free World, yes

Yes I’ll pay, I’ll pay»

In his minds eye old Queeg opened his presents

Though the great day had not yet arrived

She arrived, one Hong Kong wise woman, the bride

A handful of ribbons by her side

He prodded her belly — gently

Opened her mouth and counted — closely

The teeth in her mouth arranged — loosely

«One, two, three, four,

Well it’s not by teeth that they’ll be paying

Nor by weight or by weighing

Now what is your name

The name that I gave you

«It's Freedom"she spat back

And I fought hard for this place

I want to be paid well for my time

I want, I want, I want what’s mine»

«Soon, soon"says Queeg to himself

Then turned to freedom and said «Freedom»

«Yes»

«Freedom this really is a stroke of luck

Because we’ve been looking for freedom

Now here’s a bucket and a mop

So clean yourself up And show us what you’ve got

Cause you’re freedoms bride today

In the space of freedom today

Now just you slip away and slip along

And it won’t be long we won’t be long»

Young stepped from out of his mother’s firm grip

One eye closed from where he’d slipped over courages lip

«In the land of the blind

The one-eyed man is a freak"quipped Queeg

Well Queeg took the title to Young Uncle’s treasure

And retired to draw great charts about leisure

Uncle brought promises of black nylons for his bride to be And lace underwear thru which you could se He waited not for her to answer or sign

But turned to his wise woman

Without hint of jest

Whose name was now wife

And said «So that we may live and live and live in the promised land

We pay our way

We pay our way»

Well Queeg and all his crew bid farewell to the bride

The wedding-dress and cake though unused

Were laid out upon the mattress now called bed

The price in this price less land

As decoration was sown into the trail

Two Indians, a horse, a nail

«Don't forget who paid or who was for sale

Never forget the moral or who paved the trail

Cinderella all dressed up in your shiny gold shoes

You’re out of sight, You’re out of sight

Another drifting cinder come to ground

Another lucky winner you’ve been found

If you don’t win you surely lose

Don’t lose

Don’t lose

Is this,

IS THIS THE BRIDE SHIP TO THE FREE WORLD?