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They Sing Sea Songs Down by the Seashore -- Vegetarian Sea Shanties of a Sort

Posted by Eric Brightwell, November 17, 2015 09:03am | Post a Comment

Their Only Harvest by Colin Hunter (1879)

I wrote a guide to sea vegetables over at my blog. As a companion piece here at the Amoeblog, I thought I’d compile a guide to modern day sea shanties by vegetarian (or former vegetarian, in some cases) songwriters or bands with vegetarian members.

Seaweed Gatherers (1926) by Harold Harvey 
 
 
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Belle & Sebastian - “Ease Your Feet in the Sea”

Blur - "This is a Low"


Bob Marley And The Wailers - “High Tide Or Low Tide”

The Church - “An Interlude”

Coldplay - “Oceans”

Crime & the City Solution - "The Dolphins & the Sharks”

Eden Ahbez - “Nature Boy”

George Harrison - “Pisces Fish”

Hà Okio - “Bi?n Xanh Và N?ng Vàng”

??? - "??"

Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - “World of Denial”

John Coltrane - “How Deep is the Ocean?”

k.d. lang - “Love's Great Ocean”

Kate Bush - “A Coral Room”

Kevin Eubanks - “The Dancing Sea”

King Missile - “The Fish That Played The Ponies”

Kula Shaker - “Drop in the Sea”

Morrissey - “Seasick Yet Still Docked”

Natalie Merchant - “Diver Boy” 

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - “The Weeping Song”

???????? - “Ocean of Love”

Paul McCartney - “Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey”

Pearl Jam - “Oceans”

Peter Tosh - “Downpressor Man”

Philip Glass - “Winnie Goes to the Sea”

R.E.M. - "Nightswimming"


Reid Jamieson - “Take Me To The Sea”

Rita Lee - “Hulla-Hulla”

Robyn Hitchcock - “Autumn Sea”

The Style Council - “Its A Very Deep Sea”

Thompson Twins - “Storm on the Sea”

TLC - “I'm Good at Being Bad”

The Verve - “The Sun, The Sea”



Ama harvesting seaweed by Yoshiyuki Iwase 

Honorable Mention (i.e. no video found): Elvis Costello - “King of the Unknown Sea” and Percy Grainger

"Sea Song (Grettir the Strong)
 

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(Wherein we eagerly anticipate the death of leaves.)

Posted by Job O Brother, September 28, 2011 11:04am | Post a Comment



Fairfax & Melrose

I’ve lived in Los Angeles long enough now to notice a two-degree temperature drop and the standard grey, morning haze lasting an extra hour and excitedly exclaim, “Fall is in the air!” It’s what I have to work with down here.

Autumn is my favorite time of year. I’m eager to cuddle up in coats, drink steamy brews, over-do holiday cooking, celebrate Walrus Day, and frankly, I like the melancholic pallor it casts o’er humanity – makes my fellow man seem more relatable than when they’re sweating and spiking balls over nets, behavior which makes me skittish and distrustful.

Of course I know this new chill in the air may be a tease; there’s always opportunity for Mother Nature to Alan Funt the situation. I’m not boxing up my cargo shorts and ice cube collection just yet, but I am eager. To prepare, I’ve hand-selected the finest mini-marshmallows to serve in cocoa (I myself hate eating marshmallows – they’re like sugar-sweetened, antique erasers, but ironically I delight in judging and organizing them), I’ve begun psychologically manipulating the boyfriend with subliminal messages while he watches The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills to favor Douglas Firs over White Firs, and I’ve taught my cats to knit their own sweaters. (To be honest, this last effort has been a real power struggle, with both felines putting up a lot of resistance and excuses:

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