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Thursday, September 27, 2012

WHERE IS MARGARITAVILLE?




Where is Margaritaville do you ask? Well, it's somewhere between the Port of Indecision and Southwest of Disorder, but no parallels of latitude or longitude mark the spot on a map. You don't have to be a navigator to get there. All you have to do is follow your nose. Smell those shrimp they're beginning to boil. Shrimp is to Margaritaville like bait is to fishing, or songs are to sailors. 

Now that we are back home and settled in we are already preparing for our next trip in October. We had an amazing time in the Keys and I enjoyed having a little fun with the blog entries. I look back and realize I had so many more options and things I could have pulled off. 

So how do you get to Margaritaville? Start here with all the stuff you missed from our trip to the Florida Keys  and 'our Margaritaville' . . .

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Enjoy . . .

Thursday, September 20, 2012

WONDER WHY WE EVER GO HOME . . .





Years grow shorter, not longer
The more you've been on your own
Feelins for movin grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home




People are movin so quickly
Humors in need of repair
Same occupations and same obligations
They've really got nothing to share
Like drivin around with no spare

(We had ours ... Phwwww!) 

River gets deeper not shallow
The further you move down the stream
Wonderin if I can keep her
As I race to catch up with my dreams
How they shine and glitter and gleam

Years grow shorter, not longer
The more you've been on your own
Feelins for movin grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
You wonder why you ever go home



WE ARE SAFELY HOME NOW ... THANKS FOR FOLLOWING US TO THE KEYS!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

MARGARITAVILLE  . . .


Nibblin' on sponge cake 
Watchin' the sun bake 
All of those tourists covered with oil 
Strummin' my six-string 
On my front porch swing 
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil 



Chorus: 
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville 
Searching for my lost shaker of salt 
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame 
But I know it's nobody's fault 



I don't know the reason 
I stayed here all season 
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo 
But it's a real beauty 
A Mexican cutie 
How it got here I haven't a clue 

Chorus: 
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville 
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt 
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame 
Now I think 
Hell, it could be my fault 

I blew out my flip-flop 
Stepped on a pop-top 
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home 
But there's booze in the blender 
And soon it will render 
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on 

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville 
Searching for my lost shaker of salt 
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame 
But I know it's my own damn fault 
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame 
And I know it's my own damn fault






Tuesday, September 18, 2012

SON OF A SON OF A SAILOR . . .


As the son of a son of a sailor 
I went out on the sea for adventure 
Expanding the view of the captain and crew 
Like a man just released from indenture 


As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man 
I have chalked up many a mile 
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks 
And I learned much from both of their styles 

Chorus: 
Son of a son, son of a son 
Son of a son of a sailor 
Son of a gun, load the last ton 
One step ahead of the jailer 

Now away in the near future 
Southeast of disorder 
You can shake the hand of the mango man 
As he greats you at the border 

And the lady she hails from Trinidad 
Island of the spices 
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet 
And the rum is for all your good vices 

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind 
That our forefathers harnessed before us 
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings 
It's a son of a gun of a chorus 

Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends 
If I knew I might toss out my anchor 
So I cruise along always searchin' for songs 
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker 

But a son of a son, son of a son 
Son of a son of a sailor 
Son of a gun, load the last ton 
One step ahead of the jailer 

I'm just a son of a son, son of a son 
Son of a son of a sailor 
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains 
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer






Monday, September 17, 2012

HULA GIRL AT HEART . . .


She owns a window to the ocean
She has a pipeline to the sky
But earthly creatures barely notice
When Guardian angels pass them by
Like a gecko behind the painting
With a hidden wisdom to impart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's a hula girl at heart




Photographs show she is lovely
Her bare feet are a work of art
Her frangrance speaks of frangipani
And she's still a hula girl at heart



With her pad and watercolors
Drawing fish and butterflies
Children always seem to conjure
Images they recognize
In the land beside the ocean
Where romantics seem to dwell
Destiny can set in motion
Ripples that turn into swells

She knows how to face the music
She knows where the magic starts
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart

Songs sing slow
Days zoom by
Time can't keep her
Nor can I

She has worn a wealth of costumes
Hula skirt to wedding gown
Lived in cities, walked through jungles
Always sees the sun go down
In this age of teeming tourists
Fellow travelers know her well
The darling of deserted beaches
Hides her wisdom in a shell
Her sensual and easy motion
Seems impossible to chart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart


Sunday, September 16, 2012

COME MONDAY . . . 


Headin' up to San Francisco 
For the Labor Day week-end show 
I've got my hush-puppies on 
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll 
And honey I didn't know 
That I'd be missin' you so 


Chorus: 
Come Monday, it'll be all right 
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight 
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze 
And I just want you back by my side 

Yes, it's been quite a summer 
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains 
And now you're off on vacation 
Somethin' you tried to explain 
And darlin', it's I love you so 
That's the reason I just let you go 

Chorus: 
Come Monday, it'll be all right 
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight 
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze 
And I just want you back by my side 

I can't help it honey 
You're that much a part of me now 
Remember that night in Montana 
When we said there'd be no room for doubt 

I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry 
I know that it's pretty up there 
We can go hikin' on Tuesday 
With you I'd walk anywhere 
California has worn me quite thin 
I just can't wait to see you again 

Chorus: 
Come Monday, it'll be all right 
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight 
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze 
And I just want you back by my side


Saturday, September 15, 2012

JIMMY DREAMS . . .


Verse
Jimmy dreams he's a child till the end
What a joy when you are your best friend
The world's just a toy
If you'll just stay a boy
You can spin it again and again


Jimmy flies with no use for disguise
Just escapes using mirrors and capes
And the words do the trick
There is no bigger kick
Than just rhyming again and again

Bridge
The sound of the low tide
Th smell of the rain
Travelin' alone
On my boat and my plane
Take it all in it's as big as it seems
Count all your blessings
Remember your dreams

Verse
Juimmy stares toward the bright Pleiades
It's so strange
What his distant eye sees
Who knows why you start
Re-discovering your heart
But you do it again and again

Bridge
The sound of the low tide
The smell of the rain
Travelin' alone
On my boat and my plane
Take it all in it's as big as it seems
Count all your blessings
Remember your dreams

Verse
Jimmy stares toward the bright Pleiades
It's so strange
What his distant eye sees
Who knows why you start
Re-discovering your heart
But you do it again and again
The world's still a toy
If you just stay a boy
And that's why Jimmy dreams




Friday, September 14, 2012

A PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY . . . 


Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call 
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall 
You've seen it all, you've seen it all 



Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam 
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen 
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream 

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late 
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder 
I'm an over-forty victim of fate 
Arriving too late, arriving too late 

I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass 
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast 
Never meant to last, never meant to last 

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks 
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks 
But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin' 
Down to rock bottom again 
Just a few friends, just a few friends 

(instrumental) 

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile 
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day 
Still could manage to smile 
Just takes a while, just takes a while 

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found 
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around 
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown 

Coda: 
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown




Thursday, September 13, 2012

STRANGE BIRD . . .


Half fast and seldom seen
He don't blip the radar screen
On the deck below the dune
Under the commander's moon


Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low, not like all the rest
God only knows where the strange bird goes when he's flyin'
Everybody's trying to find him
But they don't know where to start
The ornithologist lady says that he has wings on his heart

Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low, not like all the rest
If you can't catch him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him, you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird

His only home is in the skies
Slicing through the cloudy pie
Above the whole Caribbean
Moves the swift amphibian

Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low, not like all the rest
If you can't catch him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him, you can't name him

Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird
Watch out girl, he's a strange bird

But he's in love with the lady of the waters
And she lives somewhere up around Cheauxvan
He's gonna circle high above her runway of love
Until she gives him her permission to land

Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low, not like all the rest
If you can't catch him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him, you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down

If you can't see him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him, you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird

Strange bird flying low
'Cross the Gulf of Mexico
Strange bird, not like all the rest
Watch out girl, he's a strange bird
Shoot you down, he's a strange bird
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a strange bird


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