SS Beljeanne
Beljeanne was a 7,843 GRT heavy lift ship that was built in 1946 for the British Ministry of Transport. She was completed in 1947 as Beljeanne for the Norwegian company Belships. In 1964 she was sold to a Panamanian company and renamed Southern Cross, being renamed Southern Hope in 1966 before a sale to a Filipino bank in 1968 and renaming to Virginia Second. She served until 1969, when she was scrapped.
Description
The ship was built in 1946 by Vickers-Armstrongs Ltd, Newcastle upon Tyne, Northumberland, England. She was yard number 95.
The ship was 469 feet 10 inches (143.21 m) long, with a beam of 66 feet 1 inch (20.14 m). She had a depth of 26 feet 1 inch (7.95 m). She was assessed at 7,843 GRT, 4,472 NRT, 10,330 DWT.
The ship was propelled by two steam turbines. The turbines were made by Metropolitan-Vickers, Manchester, Lancashire. They were rated at 6,800 nhp. They could propel her at 15 knots (28 km/h).
History
Empire Ethelbert was built for the Ministry of Transport, London. She was launched on 14 August 1946. Her port of registry was to be Barrow in Furness, Lancashie and the Code Letters GKMP were allocated.Empire Ethelbert was completed in January 1947 as Beljeanne for Belships Co Ltd, Oslo, Norway. The Code Letters LMCX were allocated. She was placed under the management of Christen Smith & Co, Oslo. In March 1964, Beljeanne was sold to Bacong Shipping Co SA, Panama City, Panama and renamed Southern Cross. She was operated under the management of Filipino company Southern Industrial Projects Inc. She was renamed Southern Hope in 1966. The ship was mortgaged to the Peoples Bank & Trust Co, Manila, Philippines. In 1968, the ship was sold to the bank in lieu of debts, and she was renamed Virginia Second. She was operated under the management of M M Shipping Lines Inc, Manilla. She served until 1969, arriving on 15 January at Aioi, Japan for scrapping.
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by Aceyalone
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by Pixies
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by: Aceyalone[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]
There was a curious secretive streak in the man,
which led to many dramatic effects - but left even his
closest friends guessing as to what his exact plans might be.
He pushed to an extreme, the axiom that the only safe plotter
was he who plotted alone.I was nearer him than anyone else,
and yet I always conscious of the gap between.
[Aceyalone]
Say mayne, let me rap to you for a minute
Say.. yeah, yea you - ay mayne, say you!
Say!Say mayne!Say mayne!
Say mayne let me rap to you for a minute
Yeah I gotta holla at you, yeah
Say what?
The QUESTION is how could a man like me
Actually, a man that's free
Of speech and the ability to reach, the masses
Never not, know what to say I know how brainwaves operate
Consistantly and our ideas, FUEL our existance
See if you can see if you can see if my resistance
Against this oppressor, a passive aggressor
Master professor, with every chance I get
To, lure some sleepin people out the pit
One, foot in the grave the other, foot in some shit
Yo time waits for no man, especially not you
Get yo' murk, this'll be yo' very first clue when
WORDS, fail and actions take over you will see
that them are no more you can take away freedom outcome
THERE I WAS, in between my freedom and a slug
When they, pull the plug
I'ma walk through the light that's ahead of me
Could've been, ANYONE instead of me so live and let it be
Spoken like they said it to me
Yo, say what's on yo' mind nigga, let the people see
SOME speaker's on the podium, hit you with the sodium
Go up in equipped without petroleum
But I'm a +Project Blowedian+
More complex than your Napolean
Okay, Double-A, never runnin out of things to
[Chorus]
SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
[Aceyalone]
The QUESTION is how could a guy like me
Actually, a mighty MC with the eye of a bee
Conditioned to the same ol' conditionin
Position in mid-air, limbo
Once upon a time I didn't care but
Now it's not that simple
Maybe I, should refrain
And let the unimaginative, non-creative ones give me some brains
Give me some brains
SAY!Maybe I should rename the talk
Run a lap with my trap while you backslide in the dark
My choppers, OH my choppers
Get me out of the worst work, blade choppers
Save the hoppers, boppers
Disballoon bar not a popper stopper
Feel the dreams cash cropper copper steel wool
Still pull chords
Wrestled with these bullhorns
With both arms, 'til they all submit
Put the mic on B-LAST and let me say some shit
[Chorus]
[Aceyalone]
Never runnin out of things to say..
Never runnin out of things to say, say, say mayne
Say mayne!Y-yeah, ay mayne, SAY!
Let me holla atchu
Say mayne, yeah you, say
Say what?What?
Say, say what say what?
Say what?Say what?
Say why?Yeah