Even though this is technically a day late, I feel it is my duty as Captain, to make sure I pay homage to the man that has inspired each and every one of these entries. Yesterday, he turned 63. Oh that must have been tough growing up, celebrating your birthday and Christmas on the same day. Your booty surely must have suffered. But as we all grow older, even the King Pirate has a positive outlook on aging.
Here I’m singin’ happy birthday
Better think about the about the wish I make
This year gone by ain’t been a piece of cake
Everyday’s a revolution
Pull it together and it comes undone
Just one more candle and a trip around the sun
I’m just hangin’ on while this old world keeps spinning
And it’s good to know it’s out of my control
If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from all this livin’
Is that it wouldn’t change a thing if I let go
No you never see it comin’
Always wind up wonderin’ where it went
Only time will tell if it was time well spent
It’s another revelation
Celebrating what I should have done
With these souvenirs of my trip around the sun
I’m just hangin’ on while this old world keeps spinning
And it’s good to know it’s out of my control
If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from all this livin’
Is that it wouldn’t change a thing if I let go
Yes I’ll make a resolution
That I’ll never make another one
Just enjoy this ride on my trip around the sun
Just enjoy this ride
As Jimmy begins his 64th trip around the sun, let us learn something from him. There are times we find ourselves feeling like we are just barely holding on as the world keeps spinning. Once you have realized that you can't control the craziness that the world's spinning causes, the stress of life is no longer a burden. You can start living for the day. And as Jimmy says...enjoy the ride!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
A Sailor's Christmas 12/25/09
Before I embark on today's journal entry let me first wish my inspiration a very happy 63rd birthday. While dining in port last evening, I was asked you do know who's birthday it really is tomorrow, (Here I am guessing the correct response would have been our Savior Jesus) and without missing a beat I replied "Why it's Jimmy Buffett's Birthday." Yes, that master of prose is taking another trip around the sun. As the season is upon us, I think it's only appropriate to use this song today.
Sail on the horizons gotta landfall rendezvous
Captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight & true
As he trims the sheets, he sings a song
He learned on boats and bars
Sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars
He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes
He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain
But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land
He'll tell some lies, meet some spies
And dance barefoot in the sand
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun.
There's a party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers
Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years
A mast & shroud fill with lights
'Neath the waning of the moon
They're an airy celebration in the realm of King Neptune.
Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
The North Pole is ocean's remote frozen balcony
The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play
'Cause nothing really matters, after all it's Christmas day
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook.
Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
Havin' fun... havin' fun...havin' fun
Children of all ages playing is what it is about. This time of year has managed to become so commercialized that people have forgotten the meaning. It isn't the stores or the crowds, even Jesus might be tempted to throw a few elbows to get out of Best Buy or Wal Mart. It's about spending time in a harbour having fun! There aren't many harbours better than the one your family is in. So while in port this holiday season, make sure to not only stock up on your supplies for the next leg of your journey, but also to stock up on your fun. Because, in the end, we relish those fun times! (I think that even Jesus would want us to have fun!)
Sail on the horizons gotta landfall rendezvous
Captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight & true
As he trims the sheets, he sings a song
He learned on boats and bars
Sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars
He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes
He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain
But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land
He'll tell some lies, meet some spies
And dance barefoot in the sand
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun.
There's a party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers
Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years
A mast & shroud fill with lights
'Neath the waning of the moon
They're an airy celebration in the realm of King Neptune.
Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
The North Pole is ocean's remote frozen balcony
The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play
'Cause nothing really matters, after all it's Christmas day
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook.
Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
Havin' fun... havin' fun...havin' fun
Children of all ages playing is what it is about. This time of year has managed to become so commercialized that people have forgotten the meaning. It isn't the stores or the crowds, even Jesus might be tempted to throw a few elbows to get out of Best Buy or Wal Mart. It's about spending time in a harbour having fun! There aren't many harbours better than the one your family is in. So while in port this holiday season, make sure to not only stock up on your supplies for the next leg of your journey, but also to stock up on your fun. Because, in the end, we relish those fun times! (I think that even Jesus would want us to have fun!)
Ho Ho Ho And A Bottle of Rum 12/24/09
It's Christmas time once again. Trees brightly lit, stockings hung, and presents wrapped are all signs of the time we live in. Leave it to the muse to have created a song to guide us through this season. Stores, roads, and even fast food restaurants are jammed to the gills with people. Stress is at an all time high during this season while patience is in short supply. From getting that perfect gift at the last minute to running out and getting the batteries for some toy. The ports are jammed with pirates.
Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near
He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years
He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns
He hates to admit it, but Xmas is more work than fun
He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
Mr. Claus has a has escape plans, a secret that only he knows
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams
A break from his wife, half-frozen in life
The elves and that damn reindeer team
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun]
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood
Just for the weekend he's like to be Peter Pan
Get out of his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Snata's off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be alright
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight
Merry Christmas to all and to all good night
Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near
He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years
He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns
He hates to admit it, but Xmas is more work than fun
He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
Mr. Claus has a has escape plans, a secret that only he knows
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams
A break from his wife, half-frozen in life
The elves and that damn reindeer team
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun]
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood
Just for the weekend he's like to be Peter Pan
Get out of his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Snata's off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be alright
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight
Merry Christmas to all and to all good night
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Jimmy Dreams 12/13/09
I was reminded last night in a coversation I had while in port getting supplies about how everyone has dreams. It was a very touching moment although no one said any words. In this age of technology there is a certain element that is usually missing, however, feelings can still come through texts and ims. So today I picked a song that is rarely performed except by Parrotheads who have it on their playlists of the 380 some songs Jimmy has written.
Jimmy dreams He's a child to the end What a joy When you are your best friend The world's such a toy If you just stay a boy You just 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 Sound of the low tide The smell of the rain Traveling' 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 Jimmy stares Towards the bright Pleiades It's so strange What his distant eye sees Who knows why you start Rediscovering your heart But you do it again and again Sound of the low tide Smell of the rain Traveling 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 Jimmy stares Towards the bright Pleiades It's so strange What his distant eye sees Who knows why you start Rediscovering your heart You just do it again and again The world's still a toy If you'll just stay a boy And that's why Jimmy dreams.
No matter how grand or miniscule the dream, everyone shares them, even if it is simply to be left alone. It's amazing how dreams can be so personal and so wrapped in feelings. Take for instance a member of the crew, who opened up to the Captain last night and revealed that his dream is just to go to college. Having heard how much this dream means to him, as his Captain, I am now mustering all my power to make sure this happens.
It's good to have dreams. Dreams are just that. But on those rare occasions that those dreams come true, it is a feeling of absolute bliss, especially when you have had to work to accomplish those dreams. When all hope is lost or circumstances seem to be at their worst, dreams can pull you through.
Without dreams, we wouldn't have Pirates and we wouldn't be searching for that treasure.
Jimmy dreams He's a child to the end What a joy When you are your best friend The world's such a toy If you just stay a boy You just 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 Sound of the low tide The smell of the rain Traveling' 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 Jimmy stares Towards the bright Pleiades It's so strange What his distant eye sees Who knows why you start Rediscovering your heart But you do it again and again Sound of the low tide Smell of the rain Traveling 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 Jimmy stares Towards the bright Pleiades It's so strange What his distant eye sees Who knows why you start Rediscovering your heart You just do it again and again The world's still a toy If you'll just stay a boy And that's why Jimmy dreams.
No matter how grand or miniscule the dream, everyone shares them, even if it is simply to be left alone. It's amazing how dreams can be so personal and so wrapped in feelings. Take for instance a member of the crew, who opened up to the Captain last night and revealed that his dream is just to go to college. Having heard how much this dream means to him, as his Captain, I am now mustering all my power to make sure this happens.
It's good to have dreams. Dreams are just that. But on those rare occasions that those dreams come true, it is a feeling of absolute bliss, especially when you have had to work to accomplish those dreams. When all hope is lost or circumstances seem to be at their worst, dreams can pull you through.
Without dreams, we wouldn't have Pirates and we wouldn't be searching for that treasure.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Nobody from Nowhere 12/12/09
After a very long hiatus, I am feeling the need to once again pull anchor and set sail. Numerous reasons have kept me from this passion of mine however, once again that beacon of light, Mr. James Buffett, has brought me back yet one more time, Coincidentally with the release of his new album Buffet Hotel. Giving this Pirate even more to write about.
’m nobody from nowhere You’d have ever heard of anyway Ain’t no city way down there You could have heard a pin drop Any time of day. But I’m not sorry I’m not sad Tho it might take a whole day Just to drive down there and visit Not to worry Not too bad Nothin much to do But that ain’t such a hardship really is it? When you’re waiting for a car to drive by Just so you can wave “Hello” “Hello” “Hello” Staring at a starry night sky Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go ’til that day comes I’ll be here alone without a care Nobody, nobody from nowhere. I’m nobody from nowhere You’d have ever heard of anyhow Ain’t no reason You should care There’s a P. O. box and a 4-way stop farms and fields and cows We’re just waiting for a car to drive by Just so you can wave hello hello hello hello Staring at a starry night sky Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go, to go ’til that day comes I’ll be there alone without a care Nobody, nobody from nowhere. Ahh, we’re Waiting for a car to drive by Just so I can wave hello… hello… hello… hello. Staring at a starry night sky Dreaming of some place to go to go to go ’til that day comes I’ll be there alone without a care Nobody, nobody from nowhere Nobody, nobody from nowhere
This song could have been written about my homeport! Among the numerous connections I can make with this song, including but not limited to the line waiting for a car to drive by just to wave hello. The song reminds me of times back in good ole Carey and all the other little towns around their that I called home. In addition, it makes me miss my father, the whole NOBODY aspect. I really don't want to get into that inside joke, but mom I think you know what I mean.
I would have never guessed a Buffett song would make me want to go back to the Midwest, considering most of his songs made me want to pull anchor and get to the water as fast as I could. Not having written in my log for several months has made me a bit rusty. I know I have been distracted by the real world and all my responsibilities to it. So distracted that I have neglected my search, my passion. Although I will say, I was surprised to find an old passion renewed.
But still the search for the treasure of my life continues. It's time for me to dust off my Captain's hat, take the helm, and set sail.
’m nobody from nowhere You’d have ever heard of anyway Ain’t no city way down there You could have heard a pin drop Any time of day. But I’m not sorry I’m not sad Tho it might take a whole day Just to drive down there and visit Not to worry Not too bad Nothin much to do But that ain’t such a hardship really is it? When you’re waiting for a car to drive by Just so you can wave “Hello” “Hello” “Hello” Staring at a starry night sky Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go ’til that day comes I’ll be here alone without a care Nobody, nobody from nowhere. I’m nobody from nowhere You’d have ever heard of anyhow Ain’t no reason You should care There’s a P. O. box and a 4-way stop farms and fields and cows We’re just waiting for a car to drive by Just so you can wave hello hello hello hello Staring at a starry night sky Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go, to go ’til that day comes I’ll be there alone without a care Nobody, nobody from nowhere. Ahh, we’re Waiting for a car to drive by Just so I can wave hello… hello… hello… hello. Staring at a starry night sky Dreaming of some place to go to go to go ’til that day comes I’ll be there alone without a care Nobody, nobody from nowhere Nobody, nobody from nowhere
This song could have been written about my homeport! Among the numerous connections I can make with this song, including but not limited to the line waiting for a car to drive by just to wave hello. The song reminds me of times back in good ole Carey and all the other little towns around their that I called home. In addition, it makes me miss my father, the whole NOBODY aspect. I really don't want to get into that inside joke, but mom I think you know what I mean.
I would have never guessed a Buffett song would make me want to go back to the Midwest, considering most of his songs made me want to pull anchor and get to the water as fast as I could. Not having written in my log for several months has made me a bit rusty. I know I have been distracted by the real world and all my responsibilities to it. So distracted that I have neglected my search, my passion. Although I will say, I was surprised to find an old passion renewed.
But still the search for the treasure of my life continues. It's time for me to dust off my Captain's hat, take the helm, and set sail.
Monday, September 14, 2009
If I Had A Boat 9/14/09
The drama that is my life has brought on illness! No More Drama! So tonight, I am relieving my stress by daydreaming. Sure dreaming of Havana might be more appropriate but when I daydream, I dream about being on a boat out in the water. There isn't anything much more relaxing than drifting along the waves. Even over football, I have always loved being on the water. It's my passion.
If I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a pony I'd ride him on my boat And we could all together Go out on the ocean Me upon my pony on my boat If I were Roy Rogers I'd sure enough be single I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale It'd just be me and trigger We'd go riding through them movies Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail And if I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a ponyI'd ride him on my boat And we could all together Go out on the ocean Me upon my pony on my boat The mystery masked man was smart He got himself a Tonto'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free But Tonto he was smarter And one day said kemo sabe Kiss my ass I bought a boat I'm going out to sea And if I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a ponyI'd ride him on my boat And we could all together Go out on the ocean Me upon my pony on my boat And if I were like lightning I wouldn't need no sneakers I'd come and go wherever I would please And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree And I'd scare 'em by the light pole But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea And if I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a pony I'd ride him on my boat And we could all together Go out on the ocean Me upon my pony on my boat
My favorite line in this song is about my childhood heroes the Lone Ranger and Tonto. Tonto says to his partner /superior "kiss my ass I bought a boat I'm going out to sea." When days like this one happen, or when superiors are creating more drama in life I wish I had a boat. If I had a boat, I 'd say the exact same thing to my superiors and head out to see. Now, I might not take my pony, but definately take my two canines on the boat with me.
In the search for that treasure, there is going to be drama. It is unavoidable. That boat harbored in port waiting for me to climb upon it is calling, as the drama grows so does the volume of that call to come aboard and sail away from it all. Just me and my dogs upon my the ocean on my boat.
If I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a pony I'd ride him on my boat And we could all together Go out on the ocean Me upon my pony on my boat If I were Roy Rogers I'd sure enough be single I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale It'd just be me and trigger We'd go riding through them movies Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail And if I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a ponyI'd ride him on my boat And we could all together Go out on the ocean Me upon my pony on my boat The mystery masked man was smart He got himself a Tonto'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free But Tonto he was smarter And one day said kemo sabe Kiss my ass I bought a boat I'm going out to sea And if I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a ponyI'd ride him on my boat And we could all together Go out on the ocean Me upon my pony on my boat And if I were like lightning I wouldn't need no sneakers I'd come and go wherever I would please And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree And I'd scare 'em by the light pole But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea And if I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a pony I'd ride him on my boat And we could all together Go out on the ocean Me upon my pony on my boat
My favorite line in this song is about my childhood heroes the Lone Ranger and Tonto. Tonto says to his partner /superior "kiss my ass I bought a boat I'm going out to sea." When days like this one happen, or when superiors are creating more drama in life I wish I had a boat. If I had a boat, I 'd say the exact same thing to my superiors and head out to see. Now, I might not take my pony, but definately take my two canines on the boat with me.
In the search for that treasure, there is going to be drama. It is unavoidable. That boat harbored in port waiting for me to climb upon it is calling, as the drama grows so does the volume of that call to come aboard and sail away from it all. Just me and my dogs upon my the ocean on my boat.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Lucky Stars 9/12/09
It took another but kicking last night to make to realize the next song I wanted to write about. Now grant it I might be suffering from a concussion from having a door slammed on my head by the opposing crew and severe sleep deprivation but I think this weird weather has gotten to me.
And let's face it. Anyone who can remember that doleful day with the terrorist attacks can relate to this song. It's a theory some of my best friends live by. Though every thing in the world seems to be negative, they strive to be as positive as possible. They certainly have thanked their lucky stars.
Woke up just the other day Fell out of bed and my dog ran away The car won’t start and the weather was cold and gray I got stuck in a traffic jam My major meeting didn’t go as I planned Looks like it’s gonna be another one of those daysI got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitarI thank my lucky stars Politicians speak and it makes me ill People are dyin’ just for a thrill Maybe it’s just evolution gone astray The climate’s too hot, music’s gotten cold I’ve livin’ like a health nut but I still grow old You do what you can on the edge of the Milky Way Got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitarGonna thank my lucky starsWrapped up in the problems of the dayJust remember there’s no rewind and no replay Don’t you worry cause it ain’t gonna fix a thing Woke up just the other day Thought that maybe I’d be OK Cause the story I’ve been getting Ain’t written anywhere Got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitar Gonna thank my lucky stars Got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitarI thank my lucky stars Gonna thank my lucky stars Thank you stars
When times are like they are right now, difficult time at work, the future looks bleak and no sign of calming waters anytime soon, you should thank your lucky stars. It's when you have nothing to be thankful for that times are difficult.
It took coming home at 4 am from an ass beating and being greeted by two loving companions that were so excited to see me they wouldn't let me sleep. Instead of being mad, I am thankful that they help me see the reality that losing isn't that bad; that you may despise people you work with, what is going on at work but there is more to the overall journey than work.
Whether you are in a hammock with your toes in the sand, an ice cold drink in your hand or if you are in the gray skies of the midwest no where near the beach or the water, it doesn't matter. If you can find one thing in life that makes you happy, than you have the ability to thank your lucky stars.
And let's face it. Anyone who can remember that doleful day with the terrorist attacks can relate to this song. It's a theory some of my best friends live by. Though every thing in the world seems to be negative, they strive to be as positive as possible. They certainly have thanked their lucky stars.
Woke up just the other day Fell out of bed and my dog ran away The car won’t start and the weather was cold and gray I got stuck in a traffic jam My major meeting didn’t go as I planned Looks like it’s gonna be another one of those daysI got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitarI thank my lucky stars Politicians speak and it makes me ill People are dyin’ just for a thrill Maybe it’s just evolution gone astray The climate’s too hot, music’s gotten cold I’ve livin’ like a health nut but I still grow old You do what you can on the edge of the Milky Way Got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitarGonna thank my lucky starsWrapped up in the problems of the dayJust remember there’s no rewind and no replay Don’t you worry cause it ain’t gonna fix a thing Woke up just the other day Thought that maybe I’d be OK Cause the story I’ve been getting Ain’t written anywhere Got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitar Gonna thank my lucky stars Got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitarI thank my lucky stars Gonna thank my lucky stars Thank you stars
When times are like they are right now, difficult time at work, the future looks bleak and no sign of calming waters anytime soon, you should thank your lucky stars. It's when you have nothing to be thankful for that times are difficult.
It took coming home at 4 am from an ass beating and being greeted by two loving companions that were so excited to see me they wouldn't let me sleep. Instead of being mad, I am thankful that they help me see the reality that losing isn't that bad; that you may despise people you work with, what is going on at work but there is more to the overall journey than work.
Whether you are in a hammock with your toes in the sand, an ice cold drink in your hand or if you are in the gray skies of the midwest no where near the beach or the water, it doesn't matter. If you can find one thing in life that makes you happy, than you have the ability to thank your lucky stars.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Margaritaville 9/10/09
I have been so swamped with my real life job that I have had a hard time actually finding time to sit down and write. I wish that I had the time to do this but both occupations are consuming all of my time. So tonight after a long day I have decided to live up to my word and continue the blog with a song so easy and about a place I wish I was. Somewhere past the port of indecision, where lattitude doesn't matter.
Nibblin’ on sponge cakewatchin’ the sun bakeAll of these parrotheads covered with oil Strummin’ my six string on my front porch swingSmell those shrimp They’re beginnin’ to boil (bubble bubble bubble)Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame And I know, this is usally some woman’s faultDon’t know the reason Stayed here all seasonWith nothing to show but this brand new tatooBut it’s a real beauty Oh those Atlanta cuties, well over the yearsI have met me a fewWasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of saltSome people claim that there’s a woman to blame Now you really think, I’m gonna admit this is my fault?I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop topI broke my leg twice, had to limp on back homeBut there’s booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang onWasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of saltSome people claim that there’s a woman to blameBut I know, it’s my own damn faultYes, and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, And I know it’s my own damn fault.
I would love to be on a street in Key West, watching tourists walk up and down the street, while sitting in any number of establishments, drinking a mucho grande margarita. With nothing to show for all my hard work except a headache that has lasted three weeks, lack of sleep where a frozen concoction would be great right about now possibly inspiring me to follow the true course of that map.
Even as a trubador, the man is searching for his treasure, albeit a lost shaker of salt. Yes I know it's my own damn fault but I know somewhere out there there is a woman to blame. I like that idea better.
It has only been three weeks since summer ended for me and already I feel the shrimp boiling and know that I blew out a flip flop. I need tequila and a great big glass to bring me back to that lovely state of mind.
Nibblin’ on sponge cakewatchin’ the sun bakeAll of these parrotheads covered with oil Strummin’ my six string on my front porch swingSmell those shrimp They’re beginnin’ to boil (bubble bubble bubble)Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame And I know, this is usally some woman’s faultDon’t know the reason Stayed here all seasonWith nothing to show but this brand new tatooBut it’s a real beauty Oh those Atlanta cuties, well over the yearsI have met me a fewWasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of saltSome people claim that there’s a woman to blame Now you really think, I’m gonna admit this is my fault?I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop topI broke my leg twice, had to limp on back homeBut there’s booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang onWasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of saltSome people claim that there’s a woman to blameBut I know, it’s my own damn faultYes, and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, And I know it’s my own damn fault.
I would love to be on a street in Key West, watching tourists walk up and down the street, while sitting in any number of establishments, drinking a mucho grande margarita. With nothing to show for all my hard work except a headache that has lasted three weeks, lack of sleep where a frozen concoction would be great right about now possibly inspiring me to follow the true course of that map.
Even as a trubador, the man is searching for his treasure, albeit a lost shaker of salt. Yes I know it's my own damn fault but I know somewhere out there there is a woman to blame. I like that idea better.
It has only been three weeks since summer ended for me and already I feel the shrimp boiling and know that I blew out a flip flop. I need tequila and a great big glass to bring me back to that lovely state of mind.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Off to see the lizard 9/01/09
As much as you try to remain positive, there is karma to make sure something will pop up and make you realize that it's there and that you shouldn't be too happy. Running my ship a ground this morning on a bed of coral, I had Karma kick me once again. Trying, unsuccessfully, to make me fall off the plank, Karma the mistress of the sea has failed.
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique She wore geckos round her neck and bracelets on her feet A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane She’d sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain Dance out dance out dance out dance out in the rain
She’d excite us with his legend that the Africans had told About a red iguana who turned lava into gold We’d mount an expedition headin’ out into the bay Superstitious children playing pirate for a day
Off to see the lizard Off to see the lizard Deja deja deja vu, believe itAnd it will come true Veja Veja Veja du What works for me might work for you
Bein’ rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs That’s the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns Godzilla’s halitosis it be vaporizing cars Elvis up in Michigan or maybe out on Mars Dance out dance out dance out to the stars But livin’ in the briar patch ain’t what it appears Sooner or later you gotta face your fears I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the treeI heard it in the song lines of the aborigine
Off the see the lizardOff the see the lizard Deja deja deja vu, believe it And it will come trueVeja veja veja du What works for me might work for you
Does it work for me? Yeah yeah Will it work for you?Yeah yeah If you believe it will Yeah yeah It will come true
I got problems with my brain underneath my curls Problems with Loraine and all the other girls Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flies If you think this songs confusing you should see it through my eyes Dancin, dancin, dancin through my eyes
I’m turning off the waterfall the tourists can go home Feel it time to travel time to write a poem Time to seek some therapy I’m goin’ walkabout Answers are the easy part questions raise the doubt
Off the see the lizard Off to see the lizard Deja deja deja vu, believe it And it will come true Veja veja veja duWhat works for me might work for you
Deja deja deja vu, believe it And it will come trueVeja veja veja du What works for me might work for you
Just like the mythical the mythical red iguana who turned lava into gold, I am searching for some mythical power that will change this string of bad luck into gold. After a day like today, it is recommended by this pirate to take a walkabout. Being able to clear your head is important in searching for the treasure. Time for travel or time to write a poem. Both would be great right now. Moreover, just simply having TIME would be golden. The events of today are the kind that make you want to seek some therapy. Deja Vu.
Turning off the waterfalls so the tourists can go home would be nice. Having the port to myself would be even better. This post might be confusing but that's what it's all about!
What this song gives is simple. If you believe it then it will come true. Words to live by.
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique She wore geckos round her neck and bracelets on her feet A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane She’d sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain Dance out dance out dance out dance out in the rain
She’d excite us with his legend that the Africans had told About a red iguana who turned lava into gold We’d mount an expedition headin’ out into the bay Superstitious children playing pirate for a day
Off to see the lizard Off to see the lizard Deja deja deja vu, believe itAnd it will come true Veja Veja Veja du What works for me might work for you
Bein’ rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs That’s the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns Godzilla’s halitosis it be vaporizing cars Elvis up in Michigan or maybe out on Mars Dance out dance out dance out to the stars But livin’ in the briar patch ain’t what it appears Sooner or later you gotta face your fears I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the treeI heard it in the song lines of the aborigine
Off the see the lizardOff the see the lizard Deja deja deja vu, believe it And it will come trueVeja veja veja du What works for me might work for you
Does it work for me? Yeah yeah Will it work for you?Yeah yeah If you believe it will Yeah yeah It will come true
I got problems with my brain underneath my curls Problems with Loraine and all the other girls Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flies If you think this songs confusing you should see it through my eyes Dancin, dancin, dancin through my eyes
I’m turning off the waterfall the tourists can go home Feel it time to travel time to write a poem Time to seek some therapy I’m goin’ walkabout Answers are the easy part questions raise the doubt
Off the see the lizard Off to see the lizard Deja deja deja vu, believe it And it will come true Veja veja veja duWhat works for me might work for you
Deja deja deja vu, believe it And it will come trueVeja veja veja du What works for me might work for you
Just like the mythical the mythical red iguana who turned lava into gold, I am searching for some mythical power that will change this string of bad luck into gold. After a day like today, it is recommended by this pirate to take a walkabout. Being able to clear your head is important in searching for the treasure. Time for travel or time to write a poem. Both would be great right now. Moreover, just simply having TIME would be golden. The events of today are the kind that make you want to seek some therapy. Deja Vu.
Turning off the waterfalls so the tourists can go home would be nice. Having the port to myself would be even better. This post might be confusing but that's what it's all about!
What this song gives is simple. If you believe it then it will come true. Words to live by.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Come Monday 8/30/09
It seems like it has been forever since I have been able to sit down and really just write. The man, James Buffett, said in an interview that he was told to write a page everyday. I really wish I had the time to sit and do that. Even better would be the time to sit under the stars and navigate my way through the waters. But with the weekend winding down and the week just beginning, I thought it would be appropriate to address my hero's biggest hit prior to 5 o'clock somewhere.
Headin' up to San Francisco for the Labor Day weekend 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. Come Monday It'll be all right, Come Monday I'll be holding 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' I love you so that's the reason I just let you go. I can't help it honey,you're that much a part of me now. Remember the night in Montana whenwe 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.
That's right, with Labor Day right around the corner, the time for end of summer activities. In my home state, the port of call is saying good bye to summer with the waving off of the last ferry from the island. This pirate would love to captain his vessel through the keys once more. However, with the season coming to an end, I find myself stuck in port. One leg in the water and one on shore.
When the speaker of the song realizes what he is missing by being gone, it makes returning to his home port so much more enjoyable. It gives him something to look forward to. Having been on this trip for so long, I am so ready to have that feeling. Although the feeling I have now is more of getting away from the real world. The real world haze can make a man's mind cloudy. And the idea of being where that doesn't happen is enticing, regardless of the consequences.
The idea of Monday being good though is a tough pill to swallow. However, with Monday comes a new start. A chance to recapture what the past has taken away. The opportunity to make the most of the next long period before the weekend. So with Monday quickly approaching, we must make the most of our time in port and put our beliefs in the notion that come Monday, it, what ever it may be, will be alright.
Headin' up to San Francisco for the Labor Day weekend 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. Come Monday It'll be all right, Come Monday I'll be holding 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' I love you so that's the reason I just let you go. I can't help it honey,you're that much a part of me now. Remember the night in Montana whenwe 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.
That's right, with Labor Day right around the corner, the time for end of summer activities. In my home state, the port of call is saying good bye to summer with the waving off of the last ferry from the island. This pirate would love to captain his vessel through the keys once more. However, with the season coming to an end, I find myself stuck in port. One leg in the water and one on shore.
When the speaker of the song realizes what he is missing by being gone, it makes returning to his home port so much more enjoyable. It gives him something to look forward to. Having been on this trip for so long, I am so ready to have that feeling. Although the feeling I have now is more of getting away from the real world. The real world haze can make a man's mind cloudy. And the idea of being where that doesn't happen is enticing, regardless of the consequences.
The idea of Monday being good though is a tough pill to swallow. However, with Monday comes a new start. A chance to recapture what the past has taken away. The opportunity to make the most of the next long period before the weekend. So with Monday quickly approaching, we must make the most of our time in port and put our beliefs in the notion that come Monday, it, what ever it may be, will be alright.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Island Fever 8/24/09
It has only been one day in port and already I think I have a case of island fever. It didn't take long for it to set in and the only cure I know is to get away to some tropical locale where my bartender has been kissed by the sun and the smell of coconut is so alluring that you can't tell if it's her or the rum.
I think I've got a touch of island fever I do believe I feel a bit sauteed This morning I was just some nonbeliever Tonight I feel I've joing a wild crusade I never thought of life as being breezy I never thought of time as time to play I never thought that I could take it easy But all those feelings changed for me today Layers and layers of spices and flavors Are finding their way to my brain Layers and layers of costumes and players That make my whole life look insane Palm trees and views I can't believe Why would I ever want to leave? I think I'll take my shoes off and go walking Down beside the Caribbean Sea. I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking I think I hear a hammock calling me. Layers and layers of spices and flavors Could this be some kind of charade? Layers and layers of costumes and players I think I will join the parade Layers and layers of spices and flavors Could this be some kind of charade? Layers and layers of costumes and players I think I will join the parade I think I've got a touch of island fever
I am sure that is part of the reason why I have never travelled to the islands. I would wind up becoming a resident. My first day in port and already I am counting down the days until I can once again be out on the seas looking for adventure.
When I am marooned, I have always found peace in the lyrics that I might be under the influence of some fever. The fever that calls out to you wanting you to change your lattitude. I feel like Norman Paperman and when the real world gets too much to bear, I will go walking down the beach, after having kicked my shoes of. There is a hammock ever calling me home. Charade no. Just a pure sickness to be part of the islands. It's only contagious if you allow it to be But still there is that feeling that calls me and people like me to the ocean.
I think I've got a touch of island fever I do believe I feel a bit sauteed This morning I was just some nonbeliever Tonight I feel I've joing a wild crusade I never thought of life as being breezy I never thought of time as time to play I never thought that I could take it easy But all those feelings changed for me today Layers and layers of spices and flavors Are finding their way to my brain Layers and layers of costumes and players That make my whole life look insane Palm trees and views I can't believe Why would I ever want to leave? I think I'll take my shoes off and go walking Down beside the Caribbean Sea. I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking I think I hear a hammock calling me. Layers and layers of spices and flavors Could this be some kind of charade? Layers and layers of costumes and players I think I will join the parade Layers and layers of spices and flavors Could this be some kind of charade? Layers and layers of costumes and players I think I will join the parade I think I've got a touch of island fever
I am sure that is part of the reason why I have never travelled to the islands. I would wind up becoming a resident. My first day in port and already I am counting down the days until I can once again be out on the seas looking for adventure.
When I am marooned, I have always found peace in the lyrics that I might be under the influence of some fever. The fever that calls out to you wanting you to change your lattitude. I feel like Norman Paperman and when the real world gets too much to bear, I will go walking down the beach, after having kicked my shoes of. There is a hammock ever calling me home. Charade no. Just a pure sickness to be part of the islands. It's only contagious if you allow it to be But still there is that feeling that calls me and people like me to the ocean.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
It's My Job 8/23/09
To my faithful followers I apologize but the occupation that pays the bills has taken over again, at least for this past weekend. So in honor of the school year starting back up, I picked this song.
In the middle of late last night I was sittin’ on a curb I didn’t know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin’ by He was bouncin’ every step It seemed strange how good he felt So I asked him while he swept He said "It’s my job to be cleaning up this mess And that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the rest And that makes the day for me "Got an uncle who owns a bank he’s a self made millionaire He never had anyone to love never had no one to care He always to seemed kind of sad to me So I asked him why that was And he told me it’s because in my contract there’s a clause That says "It’s my job to worried half to death And that’s the thing people respect in me It’s a job but without it I’d be less Than what I expect from me "I’ve been lazy most all of my life Writing songs and sleeping late Any manual labor I’ve done purely by mistake If street sweepers can smile then I’ve got no right to feel upset But sometimes I still forget Till the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweatIt’s my job to be different than the rest and that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the best and that’s a tough break for me It’s my job to be cleaning up this mess and that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the best and that makes the day for me
Yes, me mateys, it is time once again to embark on that noblest of professions, corrupting the the minds of America's youth. It is this night of the year that is both the longest and shortest in my mind. In the past fifteen years, I have never slept well the night before school started. I think this is in a large part to the fact That Summer is officially over.
My pirating has been put on hiatis and my boat has been anchored in port. Soon I will be longing to get out on the seas again and continue my search for that treasure. But the song is right. It's my job and that is what I have to do. I must try and no matter how many times I get let down by ignorance, see that there is a young person to impart wisdom on. There are the days I feel like I am cleaning up the mess that their parents should be doing. And once in a blue moon, like the sailor seeing the green flash, there will be a flash go off in a child and it is beautiful.
Sure, I would love to be on the seas at the helm of a magnificent vessel, sails unfurled, the wind at my back. Racing against the next storm to find another clue on my map. The dream lives on.
In the middle of late last night I was sittin’ on a curb I didn’t know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin’ by He was bouncin’ every step It seemed strange how good he felt So I asked him while he swept He said "It’s my job to be cleaning up this mess And that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the rest And that makes the day for me "Got an uncle who owns a bank he’s a self made millionaire He never had anyone to love never had no one to care He always to seemed kind of sad to me So I asked him why that was And he told me it’s because in my contract there’s a clause That says "It’s my job to worried half to death And that’s the thing people respect in me It’s a job but without it I’d be less Than what I expect from me "I’ve been lazy most all of my life Writing songs and sleeping late Any manual labor I’ve done purely by mistake If street sweepers can smile then I’ve got no right to feel upset But sometimes I still forget Till the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweatIt’s my job to be different than the rest and that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the best and that’s a tough break for me It’s my job to be cleaning up this mess and that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the best and that makes the day for me
Yes, me mateys, it is time once again to embark on that noblest of professions, corrupting the the minds of America's youth. It is this night of the year that is both the longest and shortest in my mind. In the past fifteen years, I have never slept well the night before school started. I think this is in a large part to the fact That Summer is officially over.
My pirating has been put on hiatis and my boat has been anchored in port. Soon I will be longing to get out on the seas again and continue my search for that treasure. But the song is right. It's my job and that is what I have to do. I must try and no matter how many times I get let down by ignorance, see that there is a young person to impart wisdom on. There are the days I feel like I am cleaning up the mess that their parents should be doing. And once in a blue moon, like the sailor seeing the green flash, there will be a flash go off in a child and it is beautiful.
Sure, I would love to be on the seas at the helm of a magnificent vessel, sails unfurled, the wind at my back. Racing against the next storm to find another clue on my map. The dream lives on.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The seas are calling me back and the itch of being on them is driving me insane. Being locked on land and not able to pick up and go to the water is not what I want. So this song came to mind.
I see a white sail skipping cross a blue bay and I say Someday I Will I see a young man strumming on a green guitar and I say Someday I Will I don’t have a plan It’s not that kind of thing I’m not Martin Luther King I don’t have a dream It’s just sometimes I know That’s the way I’m supposed to go I see a flying boat and I get a lump in my throat and I say Someday I Will Someday So whatever thrills you Anything you love to do Just say someday I will Don’t need to know whoMay help you make it come true Just say someday I will Don’t have to work it all out Don’t have to tear it all apart All you need’s a place to start And if it never worked before Try it just once more That’s what your heart if for
Whether it’s big or small If you have a passion at all Just say, someday I will Someday Someday I will Someday.
Taking a break from all the worries sure would help a lot. I see that boat sailing towards the sunset and say someday I will. My dreams may not be like Dr. Martin Luther King's.
Big or small, we all have a passion. Something that drives our dreams, giving us something to look forward too. Mary Read and Anne Bonny both had dreams of escaping the reality of their lives. When they joined the crew of Calico Jack, they were able to do just that. Live their dreams, free.
Now we all just can't run off and live our dreams, unless of course I have those lucky six numbers tonight. But I do think that dreaming is a big part of our lives. Dreams allow us to think about what will be or what could be somewhere down the road. It feeds our passion. It allows us to open that treasure map one more time and set sail. We all dream of finding that treasure. It is with the ability to dream about that day that allows us to set sail, to fight, to pursue it through the most difficult of times.
A lot of us don't know what the plan is or even how to get to the treasure. Our maps do not list specific directions. But if we dream about it, if we believe in our dreams even when no one else does, we will be shown the way. Our passion of finding our own treasure chest will serve as our guiding light. A beacon of hope to bring us safely through the shallows and the rocks. Allowing us to one day, obtain what we want so badly.
Dreams are an important part of our journey and it is important for us to believe in them. My dreams may seem to grand for some but they keep me afloat when the waves of life sweep over me and force me down. It's those times when it is important to say Someday I will.
I see a white sail skipping cross a blue bay and I say Someday I Will I see a young man strumming on a green guitar and I say Someday I Will I don’t have a plan It’s not that kind of thing I’m not Martin Luther King I don’t have a dream It’s just sometimes I know That’s the way I’m supposed to go I see a flying boat and I get a lump in my throat and I say Someday I Will Someday So whatever thrills you Anything you love to do Just say someday I will Don’t need to know whoMay help you make it come true Just say someday I will Don’t have to work it all out Don’t have to tear it all apart All you need’s a place to start And if it never worked before Try it just once more That’s what your heart if for
Whether it’s big or small If you have a passion at all Just say, someday I will Someday Someday I will Someday.
Taking a break from all the worries sure would help a lot. I see that boat sailing towards the sunset and say someday I will. My dreams may not be like Dr. Martin Luther King's.
Big or small, we all have a passion. Something that drives our dreams, giving us something to look forward too. Mary Read and Anne Bonny both had dreams of escaping the reality of their lives. When they joined the crew of Calico Jack, they were able to do just that. Live their dreams, free.
Now we all just can't run off and live our dreams, unless of course I have those lucky six numbers tonight. But I do think that dreaming is a big part of our lives. Dreams allow us to think about what will be or what could be somewhere down the road. It feeds our passion. It allows us to open that treasure map one more time and set sail. We all dream of finding that treasure. It is with the ability to dream about that day that allows us to set sail, to fight, to pursue it through the most difficult of times.
A lot of us don't know what the plan is or even how to get to the treasure. Our maps do not list specific directions. But if we dream about it, if we believe in our dreams even when no one else does, we will be shown the way. Our passion of finding our own treasure chest will serve as our guiding light. A beacon of hope to bring us safely through the shallows and the rocks. Allowing us to one day, obtain what we want so badly.
Dreams are an important part of our journey and it is important for us to believe in them. My dreams may seem to grand for some but they keep me afloat when the waves of life sweep over me and force me down. It's those times when it is important to say Someday I will.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
12 Volt Man 8/18/09
With the eventual ending of summer, the schedule gets more demanding. The enjoyable walks along the sand are going to be few and far between. It has all led to a lot of thinking.
Never got a grip on penmanship, could never make the words just flow Seldom got the trick to arithmetic, two plus two is four But ask for some Palm Trees, and tales from the South Seas And I just might turn round your head. I never had the clout to knock one out, but hitting was the name of my game Standin on third while the coaches confer, close as my own claim to fame Just give me the steal sign, and I'll make Home Plate mine, And I just might turn some heads. Sometimes I may be a little drastic, Sometimes I just let my feelings show, Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic,most times that's the way the story goes. Now I now this Joe down in Mexico, he went there just to work on his tan For years he's been loved and blendered in songs, they call him The Twelve Volt Man. He don't need no charge card, just give him a Die Hard and he'll makes sparks, fly Round your head So just give me some Palm Trees, and tales from the South Seas And I'll make sparks fly round your head Round your head Round your head
Now, I have always had a gift with the pen. Words just seem to flow, like a schooner floating out of port smoothly. The Twelve volt man might be the answer to a lot of life's problems. Some how a tale from the South Seas from the right blender makes life a lot easier to bare.
Like the singer, I never had the clout to knock one out. But man could I run. And soemtimes running is better than staying too long or fighting for something that isn't there. Then there are some times that drastic times call for drastic measures.
Sometimes sarcasim is the way the story goes. If given the chance, I might just surprise you. In fact, I might just might make sparks fly round your head.
Never got a grip on penmanship, could never make the words just flow Seldom got the trick to arithmetic, two plus two is four But ask for some Palm Trees, and tales from the South Seas And I just might turn round your head. I never had the clout to knock one out, but hitting was the name of my game Standin on third while the coaches confer, close as my own claim to fame Just give me the steal sign, and I'll make Home Plate mine, And I just might turn some heads. Sometimes I may be a little drastic, Sometimes I just let my feelings show, Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic,most times that's the way the story goes. Now I now this Joe down in Mexico, he went there just to work on his tan For years he's been loved and blendered in songs, they call him The Twelve Volt Man. He don't need no charge card, just give him a Die Hard and he'll makes sparks, fly Round your head So just give me some Palm Trees, and tales from the South Seas And I'll make sparks fly round your head Round your head Round your head
Now, I have always had a gift with the pen. Words just seem to flow, like a schooner floating out of port smoothly. The Twelve volt man might be the answer to a lot of life's problems. Some how a tale from the South Seas from the right blender makes life a lot easier to bare.
Like the singer, I never had the clout to knock one out. But man could I run. And soemtimes running is better than staying too long or fighting for something that isn't there. Then there are some times that drastic times call for drastic measures.
Sometimes sarcasim is the way the story goes. If given the chance, I might just surprise you. In fact, I might just might make sparks fly round your head.
Monday, August 17, 2009
I Love the Now 8/17/09
Tomorrow's Right around the corner. There is nothing like the now. And leave it to the end of my favorite season to bring that to the for front.
It's the reason for livin' But that's what I'm givin' I don't need a history lesson To tell me why I mean I'm in no hurry To hustle and scurry There's so much to see And life ain't gonna pass me by Tomorrow's right around the corner I'll get there somehow But I'm stuck in the meantime And I love the now I love the now (all the faces and places) I love the now (all the rats and the races) It's the only place I've ever been It's the only way that I know how Don't talk about your superstitions Don't talk about your cats meow But don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now It's true we've got problems How do we solve 'em Better break out your thinkin' cap And your old dunce cone Searchin' for answers like interpretive dancers She asks me for reasons Then tells me to wait for the tone The whole damn world's gone crazy The moon is jumpin' over the cow How can you help but Not love the now I love the now (all the ranting and raving) I love the now (all the cussin' and craving) It's the only mess I've ever seen It's the only place where I know how Don't talk about your futuristic Don't talk about your "thee's" and "thou's" Don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now (horn and harp instrumental) Sittin' on 'G' Waitin' on 'O' I'm exactly where I want to go I love the now (all the pain and the pleasure) I love the now (all the blood and the treasure) It's the only circus that I know It's the only ring where I'm allowed Talk about a standing ovation Everybody take a bow But don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now But don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now No don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now
For the past several years, I have noticed a theme developing to the summer. Maybe it's because I am on a daily vacation. Or maybe it's the slow pace of living. But for some reason, the summer's fill up with more drama than should be allowed. Summer is a relaxing time. It has been since I can remember, sitting at the table listening to my parents and grandparents talk about teaching, school and all the aspects that went with it and saying, "my brain's on vacation, no more talk about school." Even at a young age, before I even knew who Jimmy Buffett was, or had even seen a wave from the ocean, I knew where my heart was.
I love the now. No talk about about tomorrow, no talk about the past. As much as I try to get out of the past, the now is not a place I have lived in very often. I always have found living in the past hurts to much. And living in the future only brings with it disappointment when what you hope happens doesn't.
Although my map has had a great deal of history, it is still amazing that no matter how much you try to live by the motto carpe diem that the past you can't leave behind. It is time to start living for the now. Doing things when and how you want too. Amazing how I really don't remember much of last summer or this summer, nor do I want too. It's time we start living so life doesn't pass us by. Time to live for the NOW.
It's the reason for livin' But that's what I'm givin' I don't need a history lesson To tell me why I mean I'm in no hurry To hustle and scurry There's so much to see And life ain't gonna pass me by Tomorrow's right around the corner I'll get there somehow But I'm stuck in the meantime And I love the now I love the now (all the faces and places) I love the now (all the rats and the races) It's the only place I've ever been It's the only way that I know how Don't talk about your superstitions Don't talk about your cats meow But don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now It's true we've got problems How do we solve 'em Better break out your thinkin' cap And your old dunce cone Searchin' for answers like interpretive dancers She asks me for reasons Then tells me to wait for the tone The whole damn world's gone crazy The moon is jumpin' over the cow How can you help but Not love the now I love the now (all the ranting and raving) I love the now (all the cussin' and craving) It's the only mess I've ever seen It's the only place where I know how Don't talk about your futuristic Don't talk about your "thee's" and "thou's" Don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now (horn and harp instrumental) Sittin' on 'G' Waitin' on 'O' I'm exactly where I want to go I love the now (all the pain and the pleasure) I love the now (all the blood and the treasure) It's the only circus that I know It's the only ring where I'm allowed Talk about a standing ovation Everybody take a bow But don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now But don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now No don't talk about tomorrow tonight I love the now
For the past several years, I have noticed a theme developing to the summer. Maybe it's because I am on a daily vacation. Or maybe it's the slow pace of living. But for some reason, the summer's fill up with more drama than should be allowed. Summer is a relaxing time. It has been since I can remember, sitting at the table listening to my parents and grandparents talk about teaching, school and all the aspects that went with it and saying, "my brain's on vacation, no more talk about school." Even at a young age, before I even knew who Jimmy Buffett was, or had even seen a wave from the ocean, I knew where my heart was.
I love the now. No talk about about tomorrow, no talk about the past. As much as I try to get out of the past, the now is not a place I have lived in very often. I always have found living in the past hurts to much. And living in the future only brings with it disappointment when what you hope happens doesn't.
Although my map has had a great deal of history, it is still amazing that no matter how much you try to live by the motto carpe diem that the past you can't leave behind. It is time to start living for the now. Doing things when and how you want too. Amazing how I really don't remember much of last summer or this summer, nor do I want too. It's time we start living so life doesn't pass us by. Time to live for the NOW.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Last Mango In Paris 8/16/09
Well, tonight's blog is not focused on pirates or the sea, or even treasure. Tonight's entry is about our heroes. Those people who have mentored us into the pirates we are today.
When Jimmy wrote this song, he expressed a great love for the man who set him on his course to find his treasure.
I went down to Captain Tony’s to get out of the heat When I heard a voice call out to me, “Son, come have a seat” I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies He said, “I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy, there’s still so much to be done I had a third world girl in Buzios With a pistol in each hand She always kept me covered As we moved from land to land I had a damn good run on wall street With my high fashion model wife Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky Just me and my Swiss Army knife I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done We shot the breeze for hours As the sun fell from the skies And like the sun he disappeared before my very eyes It was somewhere past dark-thirty When I went back to the head I read upon the dingy wall The words the old man said I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done Why don’t we wander and follow la vie dansante
So tonight, as I spend my last night of summer break, sitting here I am reminded of my two heroes who put me on my path to treasure. There have been so many people who have inspired me to pursue this quest for my buried treasure, from my parents and siblings to famous pirates like Mel Fisher, who's mantra "Today's the day," has kept my head afloat in difficult times. But the two I am going to focus on are my grandfathers. Men who along the way have led me to become the man I am today.
Through all the lessons I have learned in my time upon the seas of life, most of them have been taught by these two outstanding men. Both alike but yet world's apart. George Maidment may not have been considered a great man in his wordly possessions or in his career. However, this man was rich beyond belief. He found his treasure and never let it go. Having read a lot of posts about the county fairs back home, I remember watching him shake hands with almost everyone it seemed like. His treasure consisted his family who loved him, his friends would do anything to help him and his pride. Until the day he died, he wanted to be sure that everyone knew he was honorbly discharged from the army because he wanted people to know he was a good man. Silly how that piece of paper meant so much to him and so little to everyone else. He didn't need to have a piece of paper to show people how rich he was. As to how he inspired me, he taught me about nature, about fishing, about how stand tall when things don't go your way and that someone far greater than anything in this world created the oceans and gave individuals the desire to sail upon them.
James Mowrey helped shape the adventure in me. I don't know how he encouraged me exactly but I know that he too knew what his treasure was. He was the one who taught me about real life. He taught me about love. Even after calling every girl or woman I was with by the same name, he was always there to support me when life had difficult decisions to be made. I remember sitting in the hospital with him and the advice he gave me that I still try to uphold. He said to me, "When you find the one, Treat her like a queen." His treasure, I found out later while spending one of those inspirational walks along nature's coastline, was my grandmother. And even though he lost his treasure, he kept pursuing a treasure to not replace the original prize but to ease the pain of losing the ultimate booty.
I could never give enough credit to these men. But as I said, this was my end of summer tribute to the two heroes who gave me my map and sent me on my voyage. And there's still so much to be done!
When Jimmy wrote this song, he expressed a great love for the man who set him on his course to find his treasure.
I went down to Captain Tony’s to get out of the heat When I heard a voice call out to me, “Son, come have a seat” I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies He said, “I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy, there’s still so much to be done I had a third world girl in Buzios With a pistol in each hand She always kept me covered As we moved from land to land I had a damn good run on wall street With my high fashion model wife Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky Just me and my Swiss Army knife I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done We shot the breeze for hours As the sun fell from the skies And like the sun he disappeared before my very eyes It was somewhere past dark-thirty When I went back to the head I read upon the dingy wall The words the old man said I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done Why don’t we wander and follow la vie dansante
So tonight, as I spend my last night of summer break, sitting here I am reminded of my two heroes who put me on my path to treasure. There have been so many people who have inspired me to pursue this quest for my buried treasure, from my parents and siblings to famous pirates like Mel Fisher, who's mantra "Today's the day," has kept my head afloat in difficult times. But the two I am going to focus on are my grandfathers. Men who along the way have led me to become the man I am today.
Through all the lessons I have learned in my time upon the seas of life, most of them have been taught by these two outstanding men. Both alike but yet world's apart. George Maidment may not have been considered a great man in his wordly possessions or in his career. However, this man was rich beyond belief. He found his treasure and never let it go. Having read a lot of posts about the county fairs back home, I remember watching him shake hands with almost everyone it seemed like. His treasure consisted his family who loved him, his friends would do anything to help him and his pride. Until the day he died, he wanted to be sure that everyone knew he was honorbly discharged from the army because he wanted people to know he was a good man. Silly how that piece of paper meant so much to him and so little to everyone else. He didn't need to have a piece of paper to show people how rich he was. As to how he inspired me, he taught me about nature, about fishing, about how stand tall when things don't go your way and that someone far greater than anything in this world created the oceans and gave individuals the desire to sail upon them.
James Mowrey helped shape the adventure in me. I don't know how he encouraged me exactly but I know that he too knew what his treasure was. He was the one who taught me about real life. He taught me about love. Even after calling every girl or woman I was with by the same name, he was always there to support me when life had difficult decisions to be made. I remember sitting in the hospital with him and the advice he gave me that I still try to uphold. He said to me, "When you find the one, Treat her like a queen." His treasure, I found out later while spending one of those inspirational walks along nature's coastline, was my grandmother. And even though he lost his treasure, he kept pursuing a treasure to not replace the original prize but to ease the pain of losing the ultimate booty.
I could never give enough credit to these men. But as I said, this was my end of summer tribute to the two heroes who gave me my map and sent me on my voyage. And there's still so much to be done!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I still miss someone 8/14/09
Greetings from the Captain's Quarters on the second day of afternoon torrential downpours. As time continues on and ports of call are put further behind us, I am reminded of a song, that Jimmy covered after the death of a legend.
At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind has come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out on a partyAnd look for a little fun But I find a darkened corner because I still miss someone Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes I see them every where I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry For leavin' what we'd begun There's someone for me somewhere There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone And I still miss someone
The passing of time has a great deal of strength in healing matters of the heart. And it is important that we allow that time to pass. There is no set amount of time per say before moving on, it's an instinct that you know your time in port has come to an end and it is time for you to be moving on.
When your treasure is lost, it doesn't matter how much fun everyone is having you still miss it. I have never been one to mope about openly, I try to have as much fun as possible. But as much fun as I appear to be having on the outside, I know on the inside I am in that darkened corner.
We don't forget the little things about our treasure, how it feels in our grip, how it smells, how it sounds, how it looks when the sunlight hits it just so. The longer you are away from it, the more time steals.
Seeing people on the shore, walking together, makes me miss the treasure that is lost. And that last line in the song, I wonder if she's sorry for leaving what we'd begun comes to the front of my thoughts. Wondering if there will be someone in the next port who will take her place or if the map will lead me back.
I know there is a treasure out there for me somewhere and it's that missing it that drives me to be reunited with it.
At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind has come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out on a partyAnd look for a little fun But I find a darkened corner because I still miss someone Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes I see them every where I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry For leavin' what we'd begun There's someone for me somewhere There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone And I still miss someone
The passing of time has a great deal of strength in healing matters of the heart. And it is important that we allow that time to pass. There is no set amount of time per say before moving on, it's an instinct that you know your time in port has come to an end and it is time for you to be moving on.
When your treasure is lost, it doesn't matter how much fun everyone is having you still miss it. I have never been one to mope about openly, I try to have as much fun as possible. But as much fun as I appear to be having on the outside, I know on the inside I am in that darkened corner.
We don't forget the little things about our treasure, how it feels in our grip, how it smells, how it sounds, how it looks when the sunlight hits it just so. The longer you are away from it, the more time steals.
Seeing people on the shore, walking together, makes me miss the treasure that is lost. And that last line in the song, I wonder if she's sorry for leaving what we'd begun comes to the front of my thoughts. Wondering if there will be someone in the next port who will take her place or if the map will lead me back.
I know there is a treasure out there for me somewhere and it's that missing it that drives me to be reunited with it.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
That's What Living Is To Me 8/13/09
The storms rolled through tonight keeping me from walking along the beach. Downpours may have dampened the yard, the air and even the salty dogs, but the rain did not dampen my outlook. In fact, if anything, it helped wash away some of the irrelevant thoughts that have been running through my mind as of late.
Jason Mason hears the sound The whistle blows in Congotown And the mail boat's in mail boat's in. It brings him things from oh so far Old magazines and Snickers Bars A simple man a simple land The world's too big to understand Be good and you will be lonesome Be lonesome and you will be free Live a lie and you will live to regret it That's what living is to me That's what living is to me On a timeless beach in Hispaniola A young girl sips a diet cola She's worlds apart worlds apart The spirit of the black king still Reverberates through Haitian hills He rules the sea and all the fish What if he had a TV dish Now in the far off regions the foreign legion Keeps the thieves and the predators at bay While closer to home some bad boys still roam The streets aren't safe so give it One more day, one more day The stories from my favorite books Still take on many different looks And I'm gone again, home again The time has come the walrus said And little oysters hide their head My twain of thought is loosely bound I guess it's time to mark this down
I always envied Jim Hawkins for getting to sail as a boy with the likes of Long John Silver. The pirate always got a bad rap. His reputation as a cutthroat captain proceded him. However, the man was not completely the fiend he was made out to be. On several occasions, the pirate saved the life of the young Hawkins. Somewhere along the way, his style of living made Silver's compassion come to the front.
Be good and you will be lonesome. Be lonesome and you will be free. The latter is true. As it appears in this world, the good goes unnoticed and the bad is glorified and romanticized. You will be lonesome. Is that such a bad thing? Being alone? As the lyrics say, you will be free. Having the ability to roam free is tempting and might be desirable but does it lead to the ultimate destination on my map.
Lie and you will live to regret it. It is that line that has helped me through the difficult times on this journey. Sure it would be much easier to lie and say what everyone one wants to hear or what will get me what I want quicker. But the deception will most certainly play out in some aspect down the road. Rick Pitino was just quoted as saying "When you have a problem, if you tell the truth, your problem becomes part of your past. If you lie, it becomes part of your future." And when it does, your the schooner will most definitely be sent to a final resting place in the briny deep and thus ending your journey.
Now there may be termagants out there who will maliciously attempt to drive a wedge between you and your treasure. There is always someone who does not want you to succeed, someone who wants to keep you from your treasure. And when this person speaks, they do so with forked tongue. So beware.
Living for the moment may be a risky way to guard your emotions. But it is living. As for me, I believe in walking tall, even when you fall. That's what living is to me.
Jason Mason hears the sound The whistle blows in Congotown And the mail boat's in mail boat's in. It brings him things from oh so far Old magazines and Snickers Bars A simple man a simple land The world's too big to understand Be good and you will be lonesome Be lonesome and you will be free Live a lie and you will live to regret it That's what living is to me That's what living is to me On a timeless beach in Hispaniola A young girl sips a diet cola She's worlds apart worlds apart The spirit of the black king still Reverberates through Haitian hills He rules the sea and all the fish What if he had a TV dish Now in the far off regions the foreign legion Keeps the thieves and the predators at bay While closer to home some bad boys still roam The streets aren't safe so give it One more day, one more day The stories from my favorite books Still take on many different looks And I'm gone again, home again The time has come the walrus said And little oysters hide their head My twain of thought is loosely bound I guess it's time to mark this down
I always envied Jim Hawkins for getting to sail as a boy with the likes of Long John Silver. The pirate always got a bad rap. His reputation as a cutthroat captain proceded him. However, the man was not completely the fiend he was made out to be. On several occasions, the pirate saved the life of the young Hawkins. Somewhere along the way, his style of living made Silver's compassion come to the front.
Be good and you will be lonesome. Be lonesome and you will be free. The latter is true. As it appears in this world, the good goes unnoticed and the bad is glorified and romanticized. You will be lonesome. Is that such a bad thing? Being alone? As the lyrics say, you will be free. Having the ability to roam free is tempting and might be desirable but does it lead to the ultimate destination on my map.
Lie and you will live to regret it. It is that line that has helped me through the difficult times on this journey. Sure it would be much easier to lie and say what everyone one wants to hear or what will get me what I want quicker. But the deception will most certainly play out in some aspect down the road. Rick Pitino was just quoted as saying "When you have a problem, if you tell the truth, your problem becomes part of your past. If you lie, it becomes part of your future." And when it does, your the schooner will most definitely be sent to a final resting place in the briny deep and thus ending your journey.
Now there may be termagants out there who will maliciously attempt to drive a wedge between you and your treasure. There is always someone who does not want you to succeed, someone who wants to keep you from your treasure. And when this person speaks, they do so with forked tongue. So beware.
Living for the moment may be a risky way to guard your emotions. But it is living. As for me, I believe in walking tall, even when you fall. That's what living is to me.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Pre-you 8/12/09
Pre-You 8/12/09
It is best to tell the truth, especially if you know the one you are telling it to, wouldn't believe the truth even if you told it to him/her. You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. It is the honest ones you have to watch out for because you never know when they will do something incredibly stupid.
Mysterious lost weekend in a land where time stands still Where people fall in love again just for one more thrill My girl and I went walking by the Caribbean sea Someone snorkeled by raised her head up high And my girl said who's she? Pre you a friend of mine who's old not new Pre you she's just another girl that I once knew A pleasant smile a pretty face Another time another place Pre you what's a guy supposed to do? We'll blame it on the weather and the stars that shine above For bringing us together and filling us with love So don't you fret my lady, 'cause what we have is strong Let her swim away out into the bay your place is here with me She's pre you just a friend so don't be blue Pre you she's only yesterday just passing through Another page in history a stepping stone for you and me Pre you what's a guy supposed to do? Long ago we were close but the fire went out She's a tease can't you tell that's what she's all about Like an old broken clock on the wall she's got nothing to say She was long ago she's so yesterday She's pre you just a friend so don't be blue Pre you she's only yesterday just passing through Another page in history a stepping stone for you and me Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?
This scenario is not anything special. At some point on each of our journey's, we find a new map and go back the beginning. Some more than others love the idea of falling for someone. But what happens when that blast from the past comes waltzing into your new life at some point.
What happens when your mind and possibly your heart venture down the course from the past. Pre-you is your compass on how to correctly handle this portion of the map to the treasure. Another time, another place another page in history a stepping stone to the location of your treasure. Our histories are like the stars. They guide us to our journey’s end. Our histories are like text books, giving us lessons that will one day help us to make our decisions with a better understanding of the outcome.
Sometimes the truth is not what people want to hear. Regardless of how truthful you are. However, I have a mantra. If you tell the truth, you risk of losing something that isn't true. If you lie, you risk losing everything you want. It isn't worth the risk.
So when that temptation to steer your vessel off course arises. Be sure it is worth the risk. Be sure that it your course of direction does not detour you from your desired end result.
It is best to tell the truth, especially if you know the one you are telling it to, wouldn't believe the truth even if you told it to him/her. You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. It is the honest ones you have to watch out for because you never know when they will do something incredibly stupid.
Mysterious lost weekend in a land where time stands still Where people fall in love again just for one more thrill My girl and I went walking by the Caribbean sea Someone snorkeled by raised her head up high And my girl said who's she? Pre you a friend of mine who's old not new Pre you she's just another girl that I once knew A pleasant smile a pretty face Another time another place Pre you what's a guy supposed to do? We'll blame it on the weather and the stars that shine above For bringing us together and filling us with love So don't you fret my lady, 'cause what we have is strong Let her swim away out into the bay your place is here with me She's pre you just a friend so don't be blue Pre you she's only yesterday just passing through Another page in history a stepping stone for you and me Pre you what's a guy supposed to do? Long ago we were close but the fire went out She's a tease can't you tell that's what she's all about Like an old broken clock on the wall she's got nothing to say She was long ago she's so yesterday She's pre you just a friend so don't be blue Pre you she's only yesterday just passing through Another page in history a stepping stone for you and me Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?
This scenario is not anything special. At some point on each of our journey's, we find a new map and go back the beginning. Some more than others love the idea of falling for someone. But what happens when that blast from the past comes waltzing into your new life at some point.
What happens when your mind and possibly your heart venture down the course from the past. Pre-you is your compass on how to correctly handle this portion of the map to the treasure. Another time, another place another page in history a stepping stone to the location of your treasure. Our histories are like the stars. They guide us to our journey’s end. Our histories are like text books, giving us lessons that will one day help us to make our decisions with a better understanding of the outcome.
Sometimes the truth is not what people want to hear. Regardless of how truthful you are. However, I have a mantra. If you tell the truth, you risk of losing something that isn't true. If you lie, you risk losing everything you want. It isn't worth the risk.
So when that temptation to steer your vessel off course arises. Be sure it is worth the risk. Be sure that it your course of direction does not detour you from your desired end result.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Boomerang Love 8/11/09
If, as often happens, you come into possession of a map showing the location of a buried treasure of another pirate, your first inclination might be to return the map to its rightful owner. However, if you find a map, it is your affirmative duty as a pirate to find the treasure next, if only so that only no one less moral than you does.
Hole in the wind behind the island Big blue hole in the middle of my heart I cant forget the time we spent together I cant remember how long Long we’ve been apart Riding on a boomerang love circling fast Hard to see in a sky so vast Laugh till you cry, cry till you smile Up and down all around Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love We both know we live in different orbits Different islands different worlds Though we really are the same I'm just glad, glad we started talking Finally realize no one is to blame Riding on a boomerang love cant let go Running fast, moving slow What's the right way, who is to say Tension and suspension On a boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Big blue hole out in the ocean Where I dive straight down until I cannot see Feel my way through a bevy of solutions There I realize the answer is in me Getting off of this boomerang love, coming up for air I want to do what’s right, I want to do what’s fair Come what may well find a way No more tension or suspension No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang loveNo more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Oh...\
Using the information provided by the map at hand, point your vessel in the direction of the island shown on your map. Sometimes the map will not only provide you illustrations to interpret, but will also on occasion give you directions. Proper sailing techniques are vital. Without it you will easily find yourself traveling in circles.
As I venture on my path, trying to interpret the signs illustrated, I realize that there is a hole in my heart that needs to be filled. I can't forget the time we spent together and I can't remember how long we've been apart. I realize that there is no one particular person to blame but rather, actions by people. A crew from another ship, commanded by another pirate has stolen part of my map.
So avast me mateys. I intend to slake this thought. This old, wiley sea dog will navigate the briny deep until I am able to recover what rightfully belongs to me. So Hoist the Colours, and prepare to embark on the journey.
Hole in the wind behind the island Big blue hole in the middle of my heart I cant forget the time we spent together I cant remember how long Long we’ve been apart Riding on a boomerang love circling fast Hard to see in a sky so vast Laugh till you cry, cry till you smile Up and down all around Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love We both know we live in different orbits Different islands different worlds Though we really are the same I'm just glad, glad we started talking Finally realize no one is to blame Riding on a boomerang love cant let go Running fast, moving slow What's the right way, who is to say Tension and suspension On a boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Big blue hole out in the ocean Where I dive straight down until I cannot see Feel my way through a bevy of solutions There I realize the answer is in me Getting off of this boomerang love, coming up for air I want to do what’s right, I want to do what’s fair Come what may well find a way No more tension or suspension No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang loveNo more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Oh...\
Using the information provided by the map at hand, point your vessel in the direction of the island shown on your map. Sometimes the map will not only provide you illustrations to interpret, but will also on occasion give you directions. Proper sailing techniques are vital. Without it you will easily find yourself traveling in circles.
As I venture on my path, trying to interpret the signs illustrated, I realize that there is a hole in my heart that needs to be filled. I can't forget the time we spent together and I can't remember how long we've been apart. I realize that there is no one particular person to blame but rather, actions by people. A crew from another ship, commanded by another pirate has stolen part of my map.
So avast me mateys. I intend to slake this thought. This old, wiley sea dog will navigate the briny deep until I am able to recover what rightfully belongs to me. So Hoist the Colours, and prepare to embark on the journey.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Survive 8/10/09
Survive 8/10/09
Well the first day of my second favorite season didn't allow me to make it to the beach, but I was able to clearly think about which song I wanted to write about today. The song Survive may not be the feel good song that you look for when you think of Jimmy. However, the song does speak to the essence of life.
I play the stereo loud When I'm away from the maddening crowd Smokin', jokin' Clowns we all are Sometimes, kinda get real ill When I receive my monthly telephone bill But you say it, and I'll pay it 'Cause it just helps me to Survive (survive), stay alive 'Til I see you again Survive, stay alive Can't say where it ends Clouds lift and there're mountains below Been awhile since I've seen any snow It's chillin', so thrillin', so good to be back Feels nice, to be home for awhile Let's sip champagne till we break into smiles We'll go dancin', romancin' 'Cause you're the reason I Survived (survived), stayed alive Through the thick and the thin Survive, stay alive Where will it all end But my bags ain't unpacked 'Cause I've got to go back and play But I know we'll both Survive (survive), stay alive Through the thick and the thin Survive, stay alive Until it all ends Oh we'll, survive (survive), stay alive When will it all end Survive, stay alive Till I see you again
I play my stereo loud, when I am away from the maddening crowd. Music has been a major part of my life since birth. Music has always had a way of making me reflect. It is an escape when I can't get to the shores of the Atlantic.
Survival. We have all had times in our lives when we think that life has beaten us down and all we have no chance at survival. But there is something, something that gives us hope to continue. To simply stay alive and move on. We may be separated from someone or something very special to us, but through the thick and the thin we get by.
On our individual journeys, we may encounter times where we feel alone, marooned on life's depression island. Here we have to make a choice. Do we fold up the map, give up on the search? Or do we fight. Fight through the feelings of depression, or allow them to consume us, ultimately bringing us to ruins. Survival. What will you do until you are reunited with the treasure you seek?
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Breathe In Breathe Out Move On 8/9/09
BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT MOVE ON 8/9/09
Today's entry into the captain's log was slightly delayed. It wasn't a matter of not know which song to pick or what to write. It wasn't a matter of being too busy to write or being away from the computer. Today was a day of deep thought, of personal soul searching and reflection, which brings me to the song Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move on.
I bought a cheap watch from a crazy man Floating down canal. It doesn't use numbers or moving hands, It always just says now. Now you may be thinking that I was had But this watch is never wrong. And If I have trouble the warranty said Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On. And it rained, It was nothing really new. And it blew, we've seen all that before And it poured, the Earth began to strain Pontchartrain leaking through the door, tides at war. If a hurricane doesn't leave you dead It will make you strong Don't try to explain it just nod your head Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On. And it rained, It was nothing really new And it blew, seen all that before And it poured, the Earth began to strain Pontchartrain buried the 9th Ward to the 2nd floor According to my watch the time is now Past is dead and gone. Don't try to shake it just nod your head Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On Don't try to shake it just bow your head Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On
There is no real wisdom in these lyrics that we all don't already know somewhere inside of us. The Past is dead and gone. We can't change what has happened but we can learn from it. The watch that just reads now. Live for the present. As I said, today was a day of reflection. Reflecting on the course so far. The directions on the map have not always been clear. But it's days like this when you self evaluate and make sure where you are now can get you to the x.
When you survive a hurricane in your life, you will no doubtedly come out of it with a stronger outlook. You may be buried with the burdens of life. There is no reason to explain what has happened. It is true, just nod your head and move on. The setbacks, the challenges, that you will encounter on your journey will most definitely delay your arrival to the location of you treasure.
I know it is easier said than done. The past is the past. You can't live in it. But you can't escape it. Edward Teach, for example, tried to escape his past. Once the most feared man on the seas, he gave up piracy to become a gentlemen of society, possibly an attempt to escape his past. But what happened to Blackbeard should be taken as a lesson that running from the past is not the answer. However, moving on and living for the now is the way to go. Learning from your experiences can give you the strength to survive when the next storm hits.
The treasure is still out there, and my map still is guiding me to it. The eye of the storm is over and there is still the back part of the storm to weather. The past may not be dead, but it is gone, at least for now. Whether it will come back into the now is yet to be determined. But I do know this, when it is tough, step back from the journey, breathe in , breathe out, then move on.
Today's entry into the captain's log was slightly delayed. It wasn't a matter of not know which song to pick or what to write. It wasn't a matter of being too busy to write or being away from the computer. Today was a day of deep thought, of personal soul searching and reflection, which brings me to the song Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move on.
I bought a cheap watch from a crazy man Floating down canal. It doesn't use numbers or moving hands, It always just says now. Now you may be thinking that I was had But this watch is never wrong. And If I have trouble the warranty said Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On. And it rained, It was nothing really new. And it blew, we've seen all that before And it poured, the Earth began to strain Pontchartrain leaking through the door, tides at war. If a hurricane doesn't leave you dead It will make you strong Don't try to explain it just nod your head Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On. And it rained, It was nothing really new And it blew, seen all that before And it poured, the Earth began to strain Pontchartrain buried the 9th Ward to the 2nd floor According to my watch the time is now Past is dead and gone. Don't try to shake it just nod your head Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On Don't try to shake it just bow your head Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On
There is no real wisdom in these lyrics that we all don't already know somewhere inside of us. The Past is dead and gone. We can't change what has happened but we can learn from it. The watch that just reads now. Live for the present. As I said, today was a day of reflection. Reflecting on the course so far. The directions on the map have not always been clear. But it's days like this when you self evaluate and make sure where you are now can get you to the x.
When you survive a hurricane in your life, you will no doubtedly come out of it with a stronger outlook. You may be buried with the burdens of life. There is no reason to explain what has happened. It is true, just nod your head and move on. The setbacks, the challenges, that you will encounter on your journey will most definitely delay your arrival to the location of you treasure.
I know it is easier said than done. The past is the past. You can't live in it. But you can't escape it. Edward Teach, for example, tried to escape his past. Once the most feared man on the seas, he gave up piracy to become a gentlemen of society, possibly an attempt to escape his past. But what happened to Blackbeard should be taken as a lesson that running from the past is not the answer. However, moving on and living for the now is the way to go. Learning from your experiences can give you the strength to survive when the next storm hits.
The treasure is still out there, and my map still is guiding me to it. The eye of the storm is over and there is still the back part of the storm to weather. The past may not be dead, but it is gone, at least for now. Whether it will come back into the now is yet to be determined. But I do know this, when it is tough, step back from the journey, breathe in , breathe out, then move on.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Take Another Road 8/8/09
Having been away from the water for two days straight, I thought this song might be appropriate. Literarily, I was in a jungle today, well sort of.
Seen the false horizons fade away like bison. Headed for the jungle, a cowboy can't endure Never look back, that’s what he swore Ill take my pony to the shore Somewhere, somewhere Take another road to a hiding place Disappear without a trace Take another road to another time On another road in another time Like a novel from the five and dime Take another road another time Follow the equator, like that old articulator Sail upon the ocean (oooh, sail away) just like Mr. Twain Never look back, this is my plan Run my pony through the sand Somewhere, somewhere Take another road to a hiding place Disappear without a trace Take another road to another time On another road in another time Like a novel from the five and dime Take another road another time Leave my cares behind Take my own sweet time (take my own sweet time (time))Oceans on my mind Take another road to a hiding place Disappear without a trace Take another road to another time On another road in another time Like a novel from the five and dime Take another road another time Take another road to a hiding place Disappear without a trace Take another road to another time On another road in another time Like a novel from the five and dime Take another road another time
So sometimes keeping your eye on the treasure, you might have to take another road. A lot of times, we are put into a fork, a road divided. And, we are faced with a decision. Do we pursue the treasure we desire or set forth on uncharted waters to find something possibly greater? Whatever we decide, we must never look back.
There will no doubt be some times in our journeys that we do something incredibly stupid. It is unavoidable because we lose all ability to think clearly. Although we may want to go down that other road, part of us wants to stay true to the course. That old articulator, Mark Twain said, "When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain." Our brains get in the way of what we feel and what we should be giving into. We over think and over analyze situations, texts, emails, conversations etc. until we can't think strait. Twain also says "Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes--none knows whence--and cannot explain itself." So that answer guides us. We may not know why we are so in love with the treasure. For some it might be the adventure of the hunt, for others it could be the thrill of new beginnings that quickly wears off, and as for me it is the belief that what I feel is absolutely true. And sometimes, a love is a false horizon that makes you want to disappear without a trace.
So we come to the crossroads on our treasure map where we are faced with going for the treasure we started out after, or do we go for the bigger score possibly and risk losing it all.
Even though a fictitious character, Jack Sparrow even has some insight on the matter. Not all treasure is gold or silver. And exactly how far are you willing to go to find that treasure determines how strongly you truly feel about it. In your pursuit for your own treasure, you most certainly will fail at times. There will be times when you don't know what you really want. You will ask yourself is the pain you must endure to find the treasure you are searching for worth it in the end? A strong determination is key if you are obsessed with finding your treasure. It would be much nicer and easier if we all had a compass like Captain Sparrow that pointed to what we wanted. Led us to what would make us happy. But unfortunately this isn't the movies and we are not able to clearly see what we want some times. It is important to not be blinded by the obsession to find your gold. If you allow yourself to become blinded, you will not be able to see the dangers coming your way. But if you follow your heart, do not allow your brain to interfere, you will know if what you seek is truly worth the effort.
You may encounter road blocks, doubters, false horizons, and even hurricanes but taking another road might actually get us to the beach. The destination for the cowboy in the song is to run his pony in the sand, finding Peace and Happiness. The final destination. Like a novel from the five and dime with a happy ending, where the pirate finds his or her treasure.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
My window on the world 8/7/09
My Window on The World 8/7/09
Storms may have kept me from my walk along the ocean today and naysayers might have ruined my mood today but my search for the treasure still continues. Even the most ruthless buccaneers encountered setbacks but they didn't lose track of their prize and neither will I. Rocky seas are par for the journey.
A broken promise I kept too long. A greasy shade and a curtain drawn. A broken glass and a heart gone wrong. That's my window on the world. A cup of coffee in a shaky hand . Wakin' up in a foreign land. Tryin' to act like I got somethin' planned. That's my window on the world . hat's my window on the world. Could you stand a little closer, girl Don't let mama cut those curls. That's my window on the world. In broad daylight that circus tent, Pulled up stakes I don't know where it went. A close dark room with a busted vent. That's my window on the world. I think about you when I'm countin' sheep. I think about you, then I can't sleep. I think the ocean is just so deep. That's my window on the world. That's my window on the world Could you stand a little closer, girl The queen of Sheba meets the duke of earle That's my window on the world Down on Indiana Avenue Wes and Jimmy, man they played the blues I guess they were only passin' through That's my window on the world.
What it must have been like, to sit under the stars on the deck of a schooner, to see clearly when your world is completely in ruins. If Captain Samual Bellamy's intention in sailing northwards was to meet again with his lover Maria Hallett, he never accomplished his goal. The Whydah was swept up in a violent storm off Cape Cod and was driven onto the beach of what is now Wellfeet, MA, where she quickly sank, taking Bellamy and most of his 146-man crew with her. What was Black Sam thinking? My guess it was about his love Maria. He probably couldn't sleep he was thinking of her so much. Risking the lives of his crew, he must have firmly believed in the love of a woman. His ultimate treasures being love and X marking the spot where his love's heart was. Ultimately sacrificing his life to be with her.
I think about her when I am counting sheep, I think about her and then I can't sleep. I think the ocean is just so deep. This line brings up exactly what I am feeling. But what I think the underlying message is that you can only think about what you desire, what you need, for so long. Sooner or later you have to realize that the "ocean is just so deep" and you can't waste any more time thinking about it. That even though you are absolutely positive about how you feel, sailing full into the stormy seas may not be the best option. It might be better to anchor down and wait out the storm, instead of sailing straight into it.
Unlike Black Sam, who ultimately died pursuing his treasure, although valiantly following his heart, I will not sail head on to the storm. I may not be with her and I may not feel like I am living, I am only existing until I can hold her in my arms again. No broken promises, no shaky hands but my heart has definitely gone wrong. I can only hope that the sea can guide me back. That my ship weathers the storm. Is it safe to anchor down with a hurricane coming? Or is it better to sail straight into the eye of the storm. Looking through the porthole, I am waiting for the answer to come to me.
When someone is so willing to, like Black Sam, sail into a deadly storm to get to the one he loves, surely that must account for something. I think that my window has been shut far too long. It's time to open it and realize that sometimes fate doesn't want the treasure to be found. You just have to tell fate to kiss off and go full steam ahead. And that is my window on the world.
Booty Count: 1 Broken Heart, lots of lies
Total Booty: 63 shells
Storms may have kept me from my walk along the ocean today and naysayers might have ruined my mood today but my search for the treasure still continues. Even the most ruthless buccaneers encountered setbacks but they didn't lose track of their prize and neither will I. Rocky seas are par for the journey.
A broken promise I kept too long. A greasy shade and a curtain drawn. A broken glass and a heart gone wrong. That's my window on the world. A cup of coffee in a shaky hand . Wakin' up in a foreign land. Tryin' to act like I got somethin' planned. That's my window on the world . hat's my window on the world. Could you stand a little closer, girl Don't let mama cut those curls. That's my window on the world. In broad daylight that circus tent, Pulled up stakes I don't know where it went. A close dark room with a busted vent. That's my window on the world. I think about you when I'm countin' sheep. I think about you, then I can't sleep. I think the ocean is just so deep. That's my window on the world. That's my window on the world Could you stand a little closer, girl The queen of Sheba meets the duke of earle That's my window on the world Down on Indiana Avenue Wes and Jimmy, man they played the blues I guess they were only passin' through That's my window on the world.
What it must have been like, to sit under the stars on the deck of a schooner, to see clearly when your world is completely in ruins. If Captain Samual Bellamy's intention in sailing northwards was to meet again with his lover Maria Hallett, he never accomplished his goal. The Whydah was swept up in a violent storm off Cape Cod and was driven onto the beach of what is now Wellfeet, MA, where she quickly sank, taking Bellamy and most of his 146-man crew with her. What was Black Sam thinking? My guess it was about his love Maria. He probably couldn't sleep he was thinking of her so much. Risking the lives of his crew, he must have firmly believed in the love of a woman. His ultimate treasures being love and X marking the spot where his love's heart was. Ultimately sacrificing his life to be with her.
I think about her when I am counting sheep, I think about her and then I can't sleep. I think the ocean is just so deep. This line brings up exactly what I am feeling. But what I think the underlying message is that you can only think about what you desire, what you need, for so long. Sooner or later you have to realize that the "ocean is just so deep" and you can't waste any more time thinking about it. That even though you are absolutely positive about how you feel, sailing full into the stormy seas may not be the best option. It might be better to anchor down and wait out the storm, instead of sailing straight into it.
Unlike Black Sam, who ultimately died pursuing his treasure, although valiantly following his heart, I will not sail head on to the storm. I may not be with her and I may not feel like I am living, I am only existing until I can hold her in my arms again. No broken promises, no shaky hands but my heart has definitely gone wrong. I can only hope that the sea can guide me back. That my ship weathers the storm. Is it safe to anchor down with a hurricane coming? Or is it better to sail straight into the eye of the storm. Looking through the porthole, I am waiting for the answer to come to me.
When someone is so willing to, like Black Sam, sail into a deadly storm to get to the one he loves, surely that must account for something. I think that my window has been shut far too long. It's time to open it and realize that sometimes fate doesn't want the treasure to be found. You just have to tell fate to kiss off and go full steam ahead. And that is my window on the world.
Booty Count: 1 Broken Heart, lots of lies
Total Booty: 63 shells
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tonight I Just Need My Guitar 8/6/09
Needs and desires. We all have them, we all want something. What is the significance? What is the difference? A need is something that we require while a desire is wish, a longing or a craving. Jimmy hits it perfectly when he says Need borders on Desire. Can we get through life without the shiny electronic gadgets that we have permanently attached to our hands now? The desires of the physical and the desires of the emotional vary. We say we need to be loved, we need to have this. We need someone. But do we really need?
Gulf coast nights, flounder lights I’m back on the Eastern shore With my history of wrecks I think It’s time to check The crab trap of life once more Need is a relative thing these days It borders on desire The high tech world is full of bright shiny things We think that we really require Sometimes more than others You see who and what and where You are I’m a one-man band with no Immediate plans Tonight I just need my guitar Don’t need to feel important or famous No limos or my little Nash car One lucky man With my feet in the sand Tonight I just need my guitar
The crab trap of life is that we do need someone. We do feel the urgency to fill those needs we have, in turn, fueling our desires. In our modern society, we have labeled people as independent. A simple code for lonely. We all need to be with someone. Grant it, we may need to be with someone for different reasons but we Need companionship. We all search for that advice from a friend, that pick me up when you are having a bad day. We need someone to communicate with.
Our desires though take over. What we desire can become confused with what we need. We long for that special person. The "what if" or "grass is greener" scenarios start to creep in our minds. The men and women who sailed the seas long ago, they had desires too. They longed for things like treasure and adventure. Pirates have always been romanticized or villianized. We forget that they were human beings. with the same emotions as we have. They also had desires.
It was that desire that drove them to their path of life. Their desires that they profited from
We go through life thinking that we need a certain person in it when in actuality we desire them. There isn't really much of a difference. I have felt that desire to have a certain person in my life. But it wasn't until this summer that I felt that desire cross back into need. I have learned that the treasure is needed, not desired. It is needed to fill a void, yes it will make me richer which is desirable but that isn't the reason I search. I sat last night listening to two young and beautiful bartenders talk about the men in their lives. "He's shorter than me but his parents are loaded." The checklist is balanced. The desirability of this poor sucker is increased because his parents have money. Nothing to do with him. There is no need! We all have a person, a friend, a loved one, or that person we're in love with who we find that we need.
The legendary pirates all desired more riches. They all desired the adventure. Their romance was with the sea and the thrill of the hunt. They did however have a need. Like them, I have a need, a need for her in my life. The desire is there to go on this adventure and bring back the treasure; Going to whatever lengths need be to succeed in this quest. The desirability she holds is stronger than any monetary value and would make me richer than any other pirate.
Booty Count: 21 shells, 2 wet, tired pups
Total Booty: 63 shells
Gulf coast nights, flounder lights I’m back on the Eastern shore With my history of wrecks I think It’s time to check The crab trap of life once more Need is a relative thing these days It borders on desire The high tech world is full of bright shiny things We think that we really require Sometimes more than others You see who and what and where You are I’m a one-man band with no Immediate plans Tonight I just need my guitar Don’t need to feel important or famous No limos or my little Nash car One lucky man With my feet in the sand Tonight I just need my guitar
The crab trap of life is that we do need someone. We do feel the urgency to fill those needs we have, in turn, fueling our desires. In our modern society, we have labeled people as independent. A simple code for lonely. We all need to be with someone. Grant it, we may need to be with someone for different reasons but we Need companionship. We all search for that advice from a friend, that pick me up when you are having a bad day. We need someone to communicate with.
Our desires though take over. What we desire can become confused with what we need. We long for that special person. The "what if" or "grass is greener" scenarios start to creep in our minds. The men and women who sailed the seas long ago, they had desires too. They longed for things like treasure and adventure. Pirates have always been romanticized or villianized. We forget that they were human beings. with the same emotions as we have. They also had desires.
It was that desire that drove them to their path of life. Their desires that they profited from
We go through life thinking that we need a certain person in it when in actuality we desire them. There isn't really much of a difference. I have felt that desire to have a certain person in my life. But it wasn't until this summer that I felt that desire cross back into need. I have learned that the treasure is needed, not desired. It is needed to fill a void, yes it will make me richer which is desirable but that isn't the reason I search. I sat last night listening to two young and beautiful bartenders talk about the men in their lives. "He's shorter than me but his parents are loaded." The checklist is balanced. The desirability of this poor sucker is increased because his parents have money. Nothing to do with him. There is no need! We all have a person, a friend, a loved one, or that person we're in love with who we find that we need.
The legendary pirates all desired more riches. They all desired the adventure. Their romance was with the sea and the thrill of the hunt. They did however have a need. Like them, I have a need, a need for her in my life. The desire is there to go on this adventure and bring back the treasure; Going to whatever lengths need be to succeed in this quest. The desirability she holds is stronger than any monetary value and would make me richer than any other pirate.
Booty Count: 21 shells, 2 wet, tired pups
Total Booty: 63 shells
Anything, anytime, anywhere 8/5/2009
This song has never meant more to me than it does now. It isn't a very long song, but so poignantly written. Three simple words that mean so much. Anything, Anytime, Anywhere. It's amazing how even the most ruthless cutthroat felt this same passion whether for treasure, adventure or even romance. Calico Jack Rackham and Anne Bonny shared this passion, I would like to think, as the stole off into the night, Bonny avoiding a severe flogging, to keep their romance alive. In any romance, at some point, one of the people involved has uttered the phrase "I would do anything, for you".....
Tomorrow may come It usually does Don’t know what it brings To the two of us I just want you to know What I’m ready to do
Anything, anytime, anywhere, for you
When I’m holding you tight You give me the power To burn like a torch In the darkest hour Tell me what you need I will surely come through Anything, anytime, anywhere for you
Passion runs deep It’s scary sometime When it’s larger than life For your piece of mind It’s got me all insane I’m not sorry that’s true Anything, anytime, anywhere for you Anything, anytime, anywhere for you Anything, anytime, anywhere for you.
My walk through the waves today yielded many thoughts, mostly about her, the prize.. Where she is what she is doing? You know, the standard. But as I set forth on this journey to the find my buried treasure, I realize that the seas will not be smooth, the road is not going to be paved with gold. Although this song, basically sums up how I feel about her. I feel like there is that lure. This song speaks to those desires that guided the likes of William Kidd and Edward Teach. Focused on who or what is important. Determined.
My favorite line in this song is the last verse. "Passion runs deep. It's scary sometimes when it's larger than life for your piece of mind. It's got me all insane, I'm not sorry that's true." Like the passion all those buccaneers before me held for the ocean, I feel that way too. Amazing how when eyes are set on the target, clarity is skewed. That even though those eyes staring back at you are putting out that same passionate feeling you experience in the depths of your heart, deep down those eyes can bring passionate devastation. Just as the waves crashing against the shore line bring peace of mind, in the depths of her soul, mother ocean can cause so much devastation and pain.
I am brought back into my favorite song, "A Pirate Looks At 40." In her belly she holds the treasures few have ever seen. Most of them dreams." She does, in fact, hold the treasure, my treasure. That very same treasure that I dream about. The very essence of which drives my determination to discover no matter how rough the waters. Do you as the captain, responsible for the safety of your vessel, your crew, sail into the storm? Determined to seek out that elusive X on a piece of parchment. Or rather find safety in the closest port to wait out the storm, knowing each minute that passes puts you further from your goal.
As the sea seems rough now, I must believe the waters will smooth out. For Tomorrow will come. I don't know what it brings, but I will keep hope alive. Hope that it is one day closer to the treasure that has such a strong hold of me. I will pursue and keep in mind, no matter how crazy it sounds, Anything, anytime, anywhere for you.
Today's bounty: 15 shells, 1 shark. (a small hammerhead that was tossed back)
Booty to date: 42 shells, 1 Shark.
Tomorrow may come It usually does Don’t know what it brings To the two of us I just want you to know What I’m ready to do
Anything, anytime, anywhere, for you
When I’m holding you tight You give me the power To burn like a torch In the darkest hour Tell me what you need I will surely come through Anything, anytime, anywhere for you
Passion runs deep It’s scary sometime When it’s larger than life For your piece of mind It’s got me all insane I’m not sorry that’s true Anything, anytime, anywhere for you Anything, anytime, anywhere for you Anything, anytime, anywhere for you.
My walk through the waves today yielded many thoughts, mostly about her, the prize.. Where she is what she is doing? You know, the standard. But as I set forth on this journey to the find my buried treasure, I realize that the seas will not be smooth, the road is not going to be paved with gold. Although this song, basically sums up how I feel about her. I feel like there is that lure. This song speaks to those desires that guided the likes of William Kidd and Edward Teach. Focused on who or what is important. Determined.
My favorite line in this song is the last verse. "Passion runs deep. It's scary sometimes when it's larger than life for your piece of mind. It's got me all insane, I'm not sorry that's true." Like the passion all those buccaneers before me held for the ocean, I feel that way too. Amazing how when eyes are set on the target, clarity is skewed. That even though those eyes staring back at you are putting out that same passionate feeling you experience in the depths of your heart, deep down those eyes can bring passionate devastation. Just as the waves crashing against the shore line bring peace of mind, in the depths of her soul, mother ocean can cause so much devastation and pain.
I am brought back into my favorite song, "A Pirate Looks At 40." In her belly she holds the treasures few have ever seen. Most of them dreams." She does, in fact, hold the treasure, my treasure. That very same treasure that I dream about. The very essence of which drives my determination to discover no matter how rough the waters. Do you as the captain, responsible for the safety of your vessel, your crew, sail into the storm? Determined to seek out that elusive X on a piece of parchment. Or rather find safety in the closest port to wait out the storm, knowing each minute that passes puts you further from your goal.
As the sea seems rough now, I must believe the waters will smooth out. For Tomorrow will come. I don't know what it brings, but I will keep hope alive. Hope that it is one day closer to the treasure that has such a strong hold of me. I will pursue and keep in mind, no matter how crazy it sounds, Anything, anytime, anywhere for you.
Today's bounty: 15 shells, 1 shark. (a small hammerhead that was tossed back)
Booty to date: 42 shells, 1 Shark.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
A Pirate Looks at 40: Life Lessons from the Pirate and Poet
As I was walking along the beach today, the idea hit me for this project. Having felt lost for so many years, I have decided to blog about what I know best: the songs of Jimmy Buffett, the beach, pirates, poets and all the experiences in my life that have taken me from the path to happiness. I know who cares. That's the exact point. A pirate: a person who robs or commits illegal violence at sea or on the shores of the sea. Although the definition doesn't fit the romantic idea of bein a swashbuckling buccaneer on the high seas, the idea of searching for buried treasure is. I too have a search for such a treasure. My map is a bit worn, confusing and hard to follow but I am convinced I will find that buried treasure under the big x.
The first entry in this series I picked my favorite song. The song that inspired the idea. A pirate looks at 40. In the keys, the rumor is this song was written about a famous bartender named Pete. But the lyrics ring true for my life.
Mother, mother ocean. I've heard you call. Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall. You've seen it all. You see it all. I've watched the men who rode you Switched from sails to steam And in your belly you hold the treasures Few have ever seen. Most of them dreams. Most of them dreams.Yes I am a pirate. Two hundred years too late. The cannons don't thunderThere's nothing to plunderI'm an over forty victim of fate Arriving too late Arriving too late I've done a bit of smuggling And I've run my share of grass I've made enough money to buy Miami But I pissed it away so fast N ever meant to last Never meant to last Well I have been drunk now for over two weeks I past and I've rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I've got to stop wishin' got to go fishin'I'm down to rock bottom againWith just a few friends Just a few friends I go for younger women(Trouuubllee) Lived with several awhile But I've ran them away Hell, they come back some dayAnd still can manage to smile Just takes a while It just takes a while Mother mother ocean After all these years I've found This occupational hazard being My occupations just not around Feels like I've drown Gonna get drunk up town Feels like I've drown gonna get drunk up town.
I too have feel like I have drown. The past several weeks, I have felt like I have been drunk. The time for wishing is over because I am down to rock bottem again. Treasure I am sailing for is what everyone wants. Happiness. To be with that one person, who takes your breathe away. Like most pirates, I know what the treasure chest holds. I know what or who I am searching for. It is just a matter of the sea to guide me to her. Yes her. The treasure my mad will lead me to is the one who will take my breathe away. She is real, not some fairy tale character that I have made up. I know her. This will be my quest along the way plundering and pillaging words and wisdom from my life.
Total take from today's journey 27 shells.
The first entry in this series I picked my favorite song. The song that inspired the idea. A pirate looks at 40. In the keys, the rumor is this song was written about a famous bartender named Pete. But the lyrics ring true for my life.
Mother, mother ocean. I've heard you call. Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall. You've seen it all. You see it all. I've watched the men who rode you Switched from sails to steam And in your belly you hold the treasures Few have ever seen. Most of them dreams. Most of them dreams.Yes I am a pirate. Two hundred years too late. The cannons don't thunderThere's nothing to plunderI'm an over forty victim of fate Arriving too late Arriving too late I've done a bit of smuggling And I've run my share of grass I've made enough money to buy Miami But I pissed it away so fast N ever meant to last Never meant to last Well I have been drunk now for over two weeks I past and I've rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I've got to stop wishin' got to go fishin'I'm down to rock bottom againWith just a few friends Just a few friends I go for younger women(Trouuubllee) Lived with several awhile But I've ran them away Hell, they come back some dayAnd still can manage to smile Just takes a while It just takes a while Mother mother ocean After all these years I've found This occupational hazard being My occupations just not around Feels like I've drown Gonna get drunk up town Feels like I've drown gonna get drunk up town.
I too have feel like I have drown. The past several weeks, I have felt like I have been drunk. The time for wishing is over because I am down to rock bottem again. Treasure I am sailing for is what everyone wants. Happiness. To be with that one person, who takes your breathe away. Like most pirates, I know what the treasure chest holds. I know what or who I am searching for. It is just a matter of the sea to guide me to her. Yes her. The treasure my mad will lead me to is the one who will take my breathe away. She is real, not some fairy tale character that I have made up. I know her. This will be my quest along the way plundering and pillaging words and wisdom from my life.
Total take from today's journey 27 shells.
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