Sailors' Tales from the Amsterdam Port

Sailors' Tales from the Amsterdam Port

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  • Prompt: In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who sing The dreams that haunt them Off the coast of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who sleep Like flags Along the gloomy banks In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who die Lots of beer and drama At first light But in the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who are born In the thick heat Of oceanic languors In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who eat On tablecloths that are too white Dripping fish They show you their teeth To bite into fortune To uncross the moon To eat shrouds And it smells of cod Right into the heart of the fries That their big hands invite To come back more, then get up laughing In a noise of storm Reclose their flies and go out belching In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors dancing Rubbing their bellies On the bellies of women They turn, they dance Like spitting suns In the torn sound of a rancid accordion They twist their necks To hear themselves laugh better Until suddenly the accordion expires Then with a serious gesture, then a proud look They bring their bastards back into the full light In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors drinking And drinking and drinking again And drinking again They drink to the health Of the whores of Amsterdam From Hamburg or elsewhere Finally they drink to the ladies Who give them their pretty bodies Who give them their virtue For a gold coin And when they have drunk well They stick their noses in the sky Blow their noses in the stars They piss like I cry On unfaithful women In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam
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