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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.