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 . . .

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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