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The Stevedore

An anthemic song for dock workers, seafarers, and anyone feeling the call of the ocean

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Words from the song

[Verse]
Better days down in the docklands
Among grain silos and gritted floors
The air smelled of rust and brine
But held a rhythm
Rock steady line
That day they tore the heart from the city

[Chorus]
Nothing ever gonna heal the sore
Lingers like salt on the ocean's shore
And my father
My father
My father was the stevedore
Creation record

Who created what?

Lyrics
Declared human-written
Melody
Written by me
Demonstration production
Human recording with Ai assist
Work offered
Complete song
Vocals
Male
Song language
English
Tempo / BPM
Not specified
Musical key
Not specified
Main instruments
Not specified
Content
Not specified
Additional versions
None specified
One-stop clearance
Not specified
Co-writers / rights holders
Cuatroku Music
Third-party material
None
Publication rights
Creator publication declaration recorded
Proof of Publishing
MB4-2026-000080-V03
Version V3 · current record · Download PDF
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