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.
Monday, September 14, 2009
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.
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