An able seaman (AB) is an unlicensed member of the deck department of a merchant ship. An AB may work as a watchstander, a day worker, or a combination of these roles.
At sea an AB watchstander's duties include standing watch as helmsman and lookout. A helmsman is required to maintain a steady course, properly execute all rudder orders and communicate utilizing navigational terms relating to heading and steering. A watchstander may be called upon to stand security-related watches, such as a gangway watch or anchor watch while the ship is not underway.
An AB day worker performs general maintenance, repair, sanitation and upkeep of material, equipment, and areas in the deck department. This can include maintenance of the ship's metal structures such as chipping, scraping, cleaning, priming, and painting. Areas frequently in need of such maintenance include the hull, decks, superstructure, cargo gear, and smoke stack. Day workers also frequently perform maintenance on lifeboats, rescue boats and liferafts, and emergency and damage control gear. For many vessels, being a dayworker is a position granted to senior AB's, since it generally allows more time for rest and relaxation.
I m getting all upset, afraid at the same time
The only thing that counts
Who has the most things the day he dies
Same hunger in us all
To be somebody else
Consort with enemies
To find a way to make them fail
And here I am
Among my friends
But who can I trust?
I know there is a place
A place where we belong
Not in this squirrel wheel
Where all comes back to square one
There is a timer set
Awaiting to be found
I guess its mother earths
Revenge
What can we do
The inner circles sympathy
While we are falling faster
A complex fight
Where no one think alike
Why cant you see our destiny
As long as I m alive
I m gonna rest my case
But I am pretty sure that
Someone will reveal it all
Not saying I m a judge
And I aint gonna blame
Our society for nuclear winter rains
And here I am
Among my friends
But who can I trust
What can we do
The inner circles sympathy
While we are falling faster
A complex fight
Where no one think alike
Why cant you see our destiny.
Comunications failed
Somewhere along the way.
One word and suddenly
The walls are closing in again
There is a mystery
How anything can work
I m sick and tired of it all
What can we do
The inner circles sympathy
While we are falling faster
A complex fight
Where no one think alike