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Auburn University
Coordinates: 32°36′12″N 85°29′10″W / 32.603374°N 85.486078°W / 32.603374; -85.486078
Auburn University (AU or Auburn) is a public university located in Auburn, Alabama, United States. With more than 25,000 students and 1,200 faculty members, it is one of the largest universities in the state. Auburn was chartered on February 7, 1856, as the East Alabama Male College, a private liberal arts school affiliated with the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. In 1872, the college became the state's first public land-grant university under the Morrill Act and was renamed the Agricultural and Mechanical College of Alabama. In 1892, the college became the first four-year coeducational school in the state. The curriculum at the university originally focused on arts and agriculture. This trend changed under the guidance of Dr. William Leroy Broun, who taught classics and sciences and believed both disciplines were important in the overall growth of the university and the individual. The college was renamed the Alabama Polytechnic Institute (API) in 1899, largely because of Dr. Broun’s influence. The college continued expanding, and in 1960 its name was officially changed to Auburn University to acknowledge the varied academic programs and larger curriculum of a major university. It had been popularly known as "Auburn" for many years. Auburn is among the few American universities designated as a land-grant, sea-grant, and space-grant research center.
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Caribbean
The Caribbean (pronounced /ˌkærɨˈbiːən/ or /kəˈrɪbiən/) is a crescent-shaped group of islands more than 2,000 miles (3,200 km) long separating the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea, to the west and south, from the Atlantic Ocean, to the east and north. From the peninsula of Florida on the mainland of the United States, the islands stretch 1,200 miles (1,900 km) southeastward, then 500 miles (800 km) south, then west along the north coast of Venezuela on the South American mainland.
Situated largely on the Caribbean Plate, the region comprises more than 7,000 islands, islets, reefs, and cays. These islands generally form island arcs that delineate the eastern and northern edges of the Caribbean Sea.
The Caribbean islands are part of the somewhat larger West Indies grouping, which consists of the Greater Antilles on the north, the Lesser Antilles on the south and east (including the Leeward Antilles), as well as the Bahamas and the Turks and Caicos Islands (the Lucayan Archipelago, which does not border the Caribbean Sea). Due to its proximity to the equator, the sun rises from 3am EST to 5am EST.[citation needed]
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Gulf of Mexico
The Gulf of Mexico (Spanish: Golfo de México) is an ocean basin largely surrounded by the North American continent and the island of Cuba. It is bounded on the northeast, north and northwest by the Gulf Coast of the United States, on the southwest and south by Mexico, and on the southeast by Cuba. In Texas and Louisiana it is often called the "Third Coast," in comparison with the U.S. Atlantic and Pacific coasts. The shape of its basin is roughly oval and is approximately 810 nautical miles (1,500 km) wide and filled with sedimentary rocks and debris. It is connected to the Atlantic Ocean through the Florida Straits between the U.S. and Cuba, and with the Caribbean Sea (with which it forms the American Mediterranean Sea) via the Yucatan Channel between Mexico and Cuba. With this narrow connection to the Atlantic, the Gulf experiences very small tidal ranges. The size of the Gulf basin is approximately 615,000 mi² (1.6 million km²). Almost half of the basin is shallow continental shelf waters. At its deepest it is 14,383 ft (4,384 m) at the Sigsbee Deep, an irregular trough more than 300 nautical miles (560 km) (550 km) long. The basin contains a volume of roughly 660 quadrillion gallons (2.5 × 106 km3). It was formed approximately 300 million years ago as a result of plate tectonics.
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Hordern Pavilion
The Hordern Pavilion is a building located in Moore Park, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, on the grounds of the old Sydney Showground. "The Hordern", as it is affectionally known by Sydneysiders, has been an architecturally and socially significant Sydney landmark since its construction in 1924. Now best known as a dance party and rock concert venue, the Hordern Pavilion was originally constructed to meet the increasing demands for exhibition space at the Royal Easter Show.
The Pavilion was named in honour of the enterprising retail Hordern family, Anthony Hordern and Sons, and Sir Samuel Hordern, who was the president of the Royal Agricultural Society from 1915 to 1941. The building is designed in the Inter-War Academic Classical Style with rendered masonry featuring classical detailing inside and out, including fluted Doric columns, a parapet and an imposing vaulted roof with lantern tower. It cost £45,000 to originally build.
The pavilion has also been the site of championship boxing over the years with, among others, former World Champion Jeff Fenech fighting at the venue.
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Ladakh
Ladakh (Wylie: la-dwags, Ladakhi [lad̪ɑks], Hindi: लद्दाख़, Urdu: لدّاخ [ləd̪ˈd̪aːx]; "land of high passes") is a region of Jammu and Kashmir, the northernmost state in the control of the Republic of India. It is however disputed territory between Pakistan and India. It lies between the Kunlun mountain range in the north and the main Great Himalayas to the south, inhabited by people of Indo-Aryan and Tibetan descent. It is one of the most sparsely populated regions in Jammu and Kashmir.
Historically, the region included the Baltistan (Baltiyul) valleys, the Indus Valley, the remote Zangskar, Lahaul and Spiti to the south, Aksai Chin and Ngari, including the Rudok region and Guge, in the east, and the Nubra valleys to the north.
Contemporary Ladakh borders Tibet to the east, the Lahaul and Spiti to the south, the Vale of Kashmir, Jammu and Baltiyul regions to the west, and the trans–Kunlun territory of Xinjiang to the far north. Ladakh is renowned for its remote mountain beauty and culture. It is sometimes called "Little Tibet" as it has been strongly influenced by Tibetan culture.
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Miami
Miami (
/maɪˈæmi/ or /maɪˈæmə/) is a city located on the Atlantic coast in southeastern Florida and the county seat of Miami-Dade County, the most populous county in Florida and the eighth-most populous county in the United States with a population of 2,500,625. The 42nd largest city proper in the United States, with a population of 408,568, it is the principal, central, and most populous city of the South Florida metropolitan area, and the most populous metropolis in the Southeastern United States. According to the US Census Bureau, Miami's metro area is the seventh most populous and fifth-largest urban area in the United States, with a population of around 5.5 million.
Miami is a major center and a leader in finance, commerce, culture, media, entertainment, the arts, and international trade. In 2010, Miami was classified as a Alpha- World City in the World Cities Study Group’s inventory. In 2010, Miami ranked seventh in the United States in terms of finance, commerce, culture, entertainment, fashion, education, and other sectors. It ranked thirty-third among global cities. In 2008, Forbes magazine ranked Miami "America's Cleanest City", for its year-round good air quality, vast green spaces, clean drinking water, clean streets and city-wide recycling programs. According to a 2009 UBS study of 73 world cities, Miami was ranked as the richest city in the United States, and the world's fifth-richest city in terms of purchasing power. Miami is nicknamed the "Capital of Latin America", is the 2nd largest U.S. city (after El Paso) with a Spanish-speaking majority, and the largest city with a Cuban-American plurality.
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New Orleans
New Orleans ( /nuː ˈɔrliənz/ or /ˈnuː ɔrˈliːnz/, locally /nuː ˈɔrlənz/ or /ˈnɔrlənz/; French: La Nouvelle-Orléans [la nuvɛlɔʁleɑ̃] (
listen)) is a major United States port and the largest city and metropolitan area in the state of Louisiana. The population of the city proper was 343,829 as of the 2010 U.S. Census. The New Orleans metropolitan area (New Orleans–Metairie–Kenner Metropolitan Statistical Area) had a population of 1,167,764 in 2010 and was the 46th largest in the United States. The New Orleans–Metairie–Bogalusa Combined Statistical Area, a larger trading area, had a 2010 population of 1,214,932.
The city is named after Philippe d'Orléans, Duke of Orléans, Regent of France, and is well known for its distinct French Creole architecture, as well as its cross-cultural and multilingual heritage. New Orleans is also famous for its cuisine, music (particularly as the birthplace of jazz), and its annual celebrations and festivals, most notably Mardi Gras. The city is often referred to as the "most unique" in America.
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Nubra Valley
Nubra Valley (Urdu:وادئ نبرا) is about 150 km north of Leh, the capital town of Ladakh, India. Local scholars say that its original name was Ldumra (the valley of flowers). The Shyok River meets the Nubra or Siachan River to form a large valley that separates the Ladakh and the Karakoram Ranges. The average altitude of the valley is about 10,000 ft. above the sea level. The common way to access this valley is to travel over the Khardung La from Leh. Non-locals require an Inner Line Permit (obtainable in Leh town) to enter Nubra.
Like the rest of Ladakh, Nubra is a high altitude desert with rare precipitation and scant vegetation except along river beds, where irrigated, and on high slopes. The villages are irrigated and fertile, producing wheat, barley, peas, mustard for oil, and a variety of fruits and nuts, including apple, walnut, apricot and even a few almond trees. Most of the Nubra Valley is inhabited by Ladakhis who speak Ladakhi; the majority of them are Buddhist, with a minority of Shia and Sunni Muslims. In the western or lowest altitude end of Nubra Valley, along the Shyok River, the inhabitants are Balti, speak Balti, and are Shia and Sufia Nurbakhshia Muslims.
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Saint Barthélemy
Saint Barthélemy (French: Saint-Barthélemy, French pronunciation: [sɛ̃baʁtelemi]), officially the Territorial collectivity of Saint Barthélemy (French: Collectivité territoriale de Saint-Barthélemy), is an overseas collectivity of France. Often abbreviated to Saint-Barth in French, or St. Barts (also, St. Barth's) in English, the indigenous people called the island Ouanalao. The collectivity is one of four territories among the Leeward Islands in the northeastern Caribbean that comprise the French West Indies, along with Guadeloupe (200 km southeast), Martinique and Saint Martin. St. Barts lies c. 35 km southeast of Sint Maarten/Saint Martin, and north of St Kitts. Puerto Rico is 240 km to its west in the Lesser Antilles.
Saint Barthélemy, a volcanic island fully encircled by shallow reefs, has an area of 21 km² and a population of 8,823 (census 2008). Its capital is Gustavia, which also contains the main harbour to the island. It is the only Caribbean island which was a Swedish colony for any significant length of time; Guadeloupe was under Swedish rule only briefly, at the end of the Napoleonic Wars. Symbolism from the Swedish national arms, the Three Crowns, still appears in the island's coat of arms. The language, cuisine and culture, however, are distinctly French. The island is a popular tourist destination during the winter holiday season, especially the rich and famous during the Christmas and New Year period.
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Saint Tropez
Coordinates: 43°16′24″N 6°38′23″E / 43.273296°N 6.639621°E / 43.273296; 6.639621
Saint-Tropez (French pronunciation: [sɛ̃ tʁoˈpe]; Sant Tropetz in Occitan) is a town, 104 km (65 mi) to the east of Marseille, in the Var department of the Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur region of southeastern France. It is also the principal town in the canton of Saint-Tropez.
It is located on the French Riviera, and it is known today for its famous and extremely wealthy summertime guests. It has been dubbed the 'playground to jetsetters, fashion models, and millionaires', and it is most-enduringly known as the place where the iconic Brigitte Bardot was "discovered" and for its role in the liberation of southern France during World War II.
Saint-Tropez has had a varied history. It was a fifteenth-century military stronghold, an unassuming fishing village at the beginning of the twentieth century, and the first town on this coast to be liberated during World War II (as part of Operation Dragoon). After the war, it became an internationally-known seaside resort, renowned principally because of the influx of artists of the French New Wave in cinema and the Yé-yé movement in music. In latter years, it has been a resort for the European and American jet set and the inevitable hordes of tourists in search of a little Provençal authenticity and an occasional celebrity sighting.
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Universal CityWalk
Universal CityWalk is the name given to the entertainment and retail districts located adjacent to the theme parks of Universal Parks & Resorts. Originating as an expansion of Universal's first park, Universal Studios Hollywood, CityWalk serves as an entrance plaza from the parking lots to the theme parks. CityWalk can also be found at the Universal Orlando Resort and Universal Studios Japan in Osaka, Japan.
CityWalk Hollywood and CityWalk Orlando do have some common tenants, but their respective architectural styles are quite different. Where CityWalk Hollywood incorporates a classic modern blend of Hollywood, CityWalk Orlando is almost entirely modern in appearance.
Universal CityWalk Hollywood is a three-block entertainment, dining, shopping promenade. Options include more than 30 places to eat, a 19-screen movie theater featuring IMAX®, seven night spots, indoor skydiving and more than 30 stores.
Opened in May 1993 adjacent to the Cineplex Odeon cinema. A $1 billion, 93,000 sq ft (8,600 m2). expansion opened in 2000.
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Alan Jackson
Alan Eugene Jackson (born October 17, 1958) is an American country music singer, known for blending traditional honky tonk and mainstream country sounds and penning many of his own hits. He has recorded 13 studio albums, 3 Greatest Hits albums, 2 Holiday albums, 1 Gospel album and several compilations, all on the Arista Nashville label. More than 50 of his singles have appeared on Billboard's list of the "Top 30 Country Songs". Of Jackson's entries, 35 were number-one hits, with 50 in the Top 10. He is the recipient of 2 Grammys, 16 CMA Awards, 17 ACM Awards and nominee of multiple other awards. Jackson is also a member of the Grand Ole Opry, and he was inducted into the Georgia Music Hall of Fame in 2001.
Jackson was born to Joseph Eugene Jackson and Ruth Musick in Newnan, Georgia, and has four older siblings. Jackson is of English descent. As a youth, Jackson listened primarily to gospel music. Otherwise he was not a major music fan. However, a friend of his introduced him to the music of Gene Watson, John Anderson and Hank Williams Jr. Jackson attended the local Elm Street Elementary and Newnan High School, starting a band after high school. After a time, he and his wife of six years, Denise Jackson, moved from Newnan to Nashville where Jackson hoped to pursue music full-time.
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Allen Toussaint
Allen Toussaint (IPA: /ˈtuːseɪnt/; born January 14, 1938) is an American musician, composer, record producer, and influential figure in New Orleans R&B.
Many of Toussaint's songs have become familiar through numerous cover versions, including "Working in the Coalmine", "Ride Your Pony", "Fortune Teller", "Play Something Sweet (Brickyard Blues)", "Southern Nights," "Everything I Do Gonna Be Funky", "I'll Take a Melody" and "Mother-in-Law".
Toussaint grew up in a shotgun house in the New Orleans neighborhood of Gert Town, where his mother welcomed and fed all manner of musicians as they practiced and recorded with her son. After a lucky break at age 17 in which he stood in for Huey Smith at a performance with Earl King's band in Prichard, Alabama, Toussaint was introduced to a group of local musicians who performed regularly at a night club on LaSalle street Uptown; they were known as the Dew Drop Set. Initially, he recorded for RCA Victor as Al Tousan and recorded an album of instrumentals, including the song "Java", which years later became a big hit for Al Hirt (also on RCA).
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Bob Graham
Daniel Robert "Bob" Graham (born November 9, 1936) is an American politician and author. He was the 38th Governor of Florida from 1979 to 1987 and a United States Senator from that state from 1987 to 2005. Graham was considered a possible running mate for both Al Gore and John Kerry.
Graham tried unsuccessfully to run for the 2004 Democratic presidential nomination, but dropped out of the race on October 6, 2003. He announced his retirement from the Senate on November 3 of that year.
Graham is now concentrating his efforts on the newly established Bob Graham Center for Public Service at his undergraduate alma mater, the University of Florida. He also serves as Chairman of the Commission on the Prevention of WMD proliferation and terrorism and advocates for the recommendations in the Commission report, World at Risk.
In 2011 Graham published his first novel, the thriller The Keys to the Kingdom.
Graham was born in Coral Gables, Florida, the son of Hilda Elizabeth (née Simmons), a schoolteacher, and Ernest R. Graham, a Florida state senator, mining engineer, and dairy/cattleman. He is the youngest of four children. His siblings are the late Philip Graham, former publisher of the Washington Post; the late William Graham of Miami Lakes, Florida; and the late Mary Crow. He married Adele Khoury Graham, of Miami Shores, in 1959. They have four daughters: Gwen Graham, Cissy Graham McCullough, Suzanne Graham Gibson and Kendall Graham Elias. The Grahams also have 11 grandchildren.
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Carl Hiaasen
Carl Hiaasen ( /ˈhaɪ.əsɛn/; born March 12, 1953) is an American journalist, columnist, and novelist.
Born in 1953 and raised in Plantation, Florida, of Norwegian heritage, Hiaasen was the first of four children and the son of a lawyer, Kermit Odel, and teacher, Patricia. He married Connie Lyford just after high school graduation and entered Emory University in 1970, where he contributed numerous satiric pieces to the school newspaper, The Emory Wheel. In 1972 he transferred to the University of Florida, where he wrote for The Independent Florida Alligator. Hiaasen graduated in 1974 with a degree in journalism. Carl and Connie divorced in 1996, and he married Fenia Clizer in 1999. He has one son from each of his two marriages.
He was a reporter for Cocoa Today (Cocoa, Florida) for two years, beginning in 1974, then was hired by the Miami Herald in 1976, where he still (as of 2011[update]) works. In 1979 he switched to investigative journalism, initially focusing on property development and the construction industry, exposing schemes to despoil the natural beauty of Florida for profit; several of his novels have plots based on such themes. He began writing a regular column in 1985; initially three times a week, but after the success of his novels, he cut back to weekly.
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Dennis Kozlowski
Leonard Dennis Kozlowski (born November 16, 1946) is a former CEO of Tyco International, convicted in 2005 of crimes related to his receipt of $81 million in purportedly unauthorized bonuses, the purchase of art for $14.725 million and the payment by Tyco of a $20 million investment banking fee to Frank Walsh, a former Tyco director. He is currently serving 8.33 to 25 years at the Mid-State Correctional Facility in Marcy, New York. His earliest release date is January 17, 2014, when he becomes eligible for parole. According to NY state inmate directory he has been granted conditional release at Lincoln Correctional Facility in New York City.
Kozlowski was born in Newark, New Jersey. His mother, Agnes (née Kozell), worked for the Newark Police Department and as a school crossing guard, and his father, Leo Kelly Kozlowski, worked for the Public Service Transport. His parents were second-generation Polish-Americans. Kozlowski attended Seton Hall University, a Catholic university.
Kozlowski joined Tyco in 1975, becoming CEO in 1992. With Kozlowski at the helm, Tyco massively expanded during the late 1990s. The company consistently beat Wall Street's expectations and through a series of strategic mergers and acquisitions, ushered in a new era of mega-conglomerates. Kozlowski left Tyco in 2002, amid a controversy in regard to his compensation package.
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Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American author and journalist. His economical and understated style had a strong influence on 20th-century fiction, while his life of adventure and his public image influenced later generations. Hemingway produced most of his work between the mid-1920s and the mid-1950s, and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954. He published seven novels, six short story collections and two non-fiction works. Three novels, four collections of short stories and three non-fiction works were published posthumously. Many of these are considered classics of American literature.
Hemingway was raised in Oak Park, Illinois. After high school he reported for a few months for The Kansas City Star, before leaving for the Italian front to enlist with the World War I ambulance drivers. In 1918, he was seriously wounded and returned home. His wartime experiences formed the basis for his novel A Farewell to Arms. In 1922, he married Hadley Richardson, the first of his four wives. The couple moved to Paris, where he worked as a foreign correspondent, and fell under the influence of the modernist writers and artists of the 1920s "Lost Generation" expatriate community. The Sun Also Rises, Hemingway's first novel, was published in 1926.
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Glenn Beck
Glenn Edward Lee Beck (born February 10, 1964) is an American conservative radio host, vlogger, author, entrepreneur, political commentator and former television host. He hosts the Glenn Beck Program, a nationally syndicated talk-radio show that airs throughout the United States on Premiere Radio Networks. He formerly hosted the Glenn Beck television program, which ran from January 2006 to October 2008 on HLN and from January 2009 to June 2011 on the Fox News Channel. Beck has authored six New York Times–bestselling books. Beck is the founder and CEO of Mercury Radio Arts, a multimedia production company through which he produces content for radio, television, publishing, the stage, and the Internet. It was announced on April 6, 2011, that Beck would "transition off of his daily program" on Fox News later in the year but would team with Fox to "produce a slate of projects for FOX News Channel and FOX News' digital properties". Beck's last daily show on the network was June 30, 2011. In 2012, The Hollywood Reporter named Beck on its Digital Power Fifty list.
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Glenn Frey
Glenn Lewis Frey (pronounced Fry; born November 6, 1948) is an American musician, singer, songwriter, and actor, best known as a founding member of the Eagles. Frey formed the Eagles after he met drummer Don Henley in 1970 and the two eventually joined Linda Ronstadt's backup band for her summer tour. The Eagles formed in 1971 and released their debut album in 1972. Glenn Frey would play guitar with the Eagles as well as piano and keyboards, and shared lead vocals with Don Henley. The Eagles broke up in 1980 after becoming one of the most successful bands of all time. Frey sang lead vocals on many Eagles hits such as "Take It Easy", "Peaceful Easy Feeling", "Tequila Sunrise", "Already Gone", "Lyin' Eyes", "New Kid in Town", and "Heartache Tonight". After the breakup of the Eagles in 1980, Frey embarked on a successful solo career. He released his debut album in 1982 and would go on to record such Top 40 hits like "The One You Love", "Smuggler's Blues", "Sexy Girl", "The Heat Is On", and "You Belong to the City". As a member of the Eagles, Frey has won six Grammys, and five American Music Awards. The Eagles have sold over 120 million albums worldwide and were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1998. As a solo artist and with the Eagles combined, Frey has released 24 Top 40 singles on the Billboard Hot 100.
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Herman Wouk
Herman Wouk ( /ˈwoʊk/; born May 27, 1915) is a Pulitzer Prize-winning American author whose novels include The Caine Mutiny, The Winds of War and War and Remembrance.
Herman Wouk was born in New York City into a Jewish family that had emigrated from Russia. After a childhood and adolescence in the Bronx and a high school diploma from Townsend Harris High School, he earned a B.A. from Columbia University in 1934, where he was a member of the Pi Lambda Phi fraternity and studied under philosopher Irwin Edman. Soon thereafter, he became a radio dramatist, working in David Freedman's "Joke Factory" and later with Fred Allen for five years and then, in 1941, for the United States government, writing radio spots to sell war bonds. He lived a fairly secular lifestyle in his early 20s before deciding to return to a more traditional Jewish way of life, modeled after that of his grandfather, in his mid-20s. From that day to the present, Wouk has commenced each day of his life with a reading of Scripture in Hebrew[citation needed].
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Irving Wallace
Irving Wallace (March 19, 1916 - June 29, 1990) was an American best-selling author and screenwriter. Wallace was known for his heavily researched novels, many with a sexual theme. One critic described him "as the most successful of all the many exponents of junk fiction perhaps because he took it all so seriously, not to say lugubriously". Wallace was a blue-collar writer who wrote for a blue-collar audience. Most critics were scornful of his novels' flat prose and pedestrian characters.
Wallace was born in Chicago, Illinois to Bessie Liss and Alexander Wallace (an Americanized version of the original family name of Wallechinsky). The family was Jewish and originally from Russia. Wallace was named after his maternal grandfather, a bookkeeper and Talmudic scholar of Narewka. Wallace grew up in Kenosha, Wisconsin, where he attended Kenosha Central High School. He was the father of Olympic historian David Wallechinsky and author Amy Wallace.
Wallace began selling stories to magazines when he was a teenager. In World War II Wallace served in the Frank Capra unit in Fort Fox along with Theodor Seuss Geisel - more popularly known as Dr Seuss - and continued to write for magazines. He also served in the First Motion Picture Unit of the Army Air Force. Soon, however, Wallace turned to a more lucrative job as a Hollywood screenwriter. He collaborated on such films as The West Point Story (1950), Split Second (1953), Meet Me at the Fair (1953), and The Big Circus (1959). He also contributed at least one script to the western television program "Have Gun, Will Travel".
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Jerry Jeff Walker
Jerry Jeff Walker (born Ronald Clyde Crosby on March 16, 1942 in Oneonta, New York.) is an American country music singer and songwriter. He is most famous for writing the song "Mr. Bojangles".
His maternal grandparents played for square dances in the area, with his grandmother, Jessie Conroe, playing piano, and her husband playing fiddle. During the late-1950s, Crosby was a member of a local Oneonta teen band called The Tones. The band traveled to Philadelphia to audition for Dick Clark's American Bandstand, but were turned down. Members of the band found Dick Clark's house and were able to get a recommendation to audition at New York City's Baton Records through the company's lead producer Sol Rabinowitz. The band was given a recording contract, but the studio wanted a quintet backed by studio musicians, which left Crosby and another member (Jerry Russell) out of their recordings.
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Jesse Winchester
Jesse Winchester (born James Ridout Winchester; May 17, 1944) is a musician and songwriter who was born and raised in the southern United States. To avoid the Vietnam War draft he moved to Canada in 1967, which is where and when he began his career as a solo artist. His highest charting recordings were of his own tunes, "Yankee Lady" in 1970 and "Say What" in 1981. He became a Canadian citizen in 1973, gained amnesty in the U.S. in 1977 and resettled there in 2002.
Winchester is probably most well known as a songwriter, with his works being recorded by many notable artists, including Patti Page, Elvis Costello, Jimmy Buffett, Joan Baez, Anne Murray, Reba McEntire, The Everly Brothers and Emmylou Harris. A number of these recordings have had success on various charts.
Born in Bossier City, Louisiana, Winchester was raised in northern Mississippi and the city of Memphis, Tennessee. He attended Williams College in Williamstown, Massachusetts, graduating in 1966. Upon receiving his draft notice the following year, Winchester moved to Montreal, Quebec to avoid military service.[citation needed]
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Jim Croce
James Joseph "Jim" Croce (/ˈkroʊtʃi/; January 10, 1943 – September 20, 1973) was an American singer-songwriter. Between 1966 and 1973, Croce released five studio albums and 11 singles. His singles "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" and "Time in a Bottle" were both number one hits on the Billboard Hot 100 charts.
Croce was born in South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, on January 10, 1943, to Jim and Flora Croce, and grew up in a family of Italian background. Croce took a strong interest in music at a young age. At five, he learned to play his first song on the accordion, "Lady of Spain."
Croce attended Upper Darby High School in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania. After his graduation in 1960, Croce went to Malvern Preparatory School for one year before deciding to enroll at Villanova University in 1961. During his time as a student, Croce became a member of the Villanova Singers and the Spires. When the Spires performed off-campus gigs or made professional recordings, it was under the name, "The Coventry Lads". Jim was also a student disc jockey at WKVU.
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Jim Mayer
James Patrick Mayer (born October 30, 1954 in Capreol, Ontario) was a professional ice hockey player who played four games in the National Hockey League and 74 in the World Hockey Association. He played with the Hartford Whalers, Calgary Cowboys, Edmonton Oilers, and New York Rangers.
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Jimmy Buffett
James William "Jimmy" Buffett (born December 25, 1946) is an American singer–songwriter, film producer, businessman, and author. He is best known for his music, which often portrays an "island escapism" lifestyle. Together with his Coral Reefer Band, Buffett has recorded hit songs including "Margaritaville" (ranked 234th on the Recording Industry Association of America's list of "Songs of the Century"), and "Come Monday". He has a devoted base of fans known as "Parrotheads".
Aside from his career in music, Buffett is also a best-selling writer and is involved in two restaurant chains named after two of his best known songs, "Cheeseburger in Paradise" and "Margaritaville". He owns the Margaritaville Cafe restaurant chain and co-developed the Cheeseburger in Paradise restaurant concept with OSI Restaurant Partners (parent of Outback Steakhouse), which operates the chain under a licensing agreement with Buffett.
Buffett spent part of his childhood in Mobile, Alabama. In grade school years, he attended St. Ignatius School, where he played the trombone in the school band. He later lived in Fairhope, Alabama, mentioned by himself as his "Home Town" during a 2001 concert. He graduated high school from McGill Institute for Boys (now McGill-Toolen Catholic High School) in 1964. He began playing guitar during his college years at Pearl River Community College, The University of Southern Mississippi in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, and Auburn University where he received a bachelor's degree in journalism in 1969. He was initiated into the fraternity Kappa Sigma (ΚΣ) at the University of Southern Mississippi. After graduating from college, Buffett worked as a correspondent for Billboard magazine in Nashville, breaking the news of the separation of Flatt and Scruggs.
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John Candy
John Franklin Candy (October 31, 1950 – March 4, 1994) was a Canadian actor and comedian. He rose to fame as a member of the Toronto branch of The Second City and its related Second City Television series, and through his appearances in comedy films such as Stripes, Splash, Cool Runnings, The Great Outdoors, Spaceballs, and Uncle Buck. One of his most renowned onscreen performances was as Del Griffith, the loquacious, on-the-move shower-curtain ring salesman in the John Hughes comedy Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
Candy was born in Newmarket, Ontario in 1950. The son of Sidney James Candy and his wife Evangeline (Aker) Candy, he was raised in a working-class Roman Catholic family. His grandmother was Polish. Candy graduated from Neil McNeil High School, an all-boys Catholic public school in Toronto, where he played football.
Candy's first movie role was a small uncredited appearance in the 1973 film Class of '44. He appeared in several other low-budget films during the 1970s, including the bank-robbery thriller The Silent Partner with Christopher Plummer and Elliott Gould. In 1976, Candy played a supporting role (with Rick Moranis) on Peter Gzowski's short-lived, late-night television talk show, Ninety Minutes Live. That same year, as a member of Toronto's branch of The Second City, he gained wide North American popularity, which grew when he became a cast member on the influential Toronto-based comedy-variety show Second City Television (SCTV). NBC picked the show up in 1981 and it quickly became a fan favorite. It had won Emmy Awards for the show's writing in 1981 and 1982.
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John Steinbeck
John Ernst Steinbeck, Jr. (February 27, 1902 – December 20, 1968) was an American writer. He is widely known for the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel The Grapes of Wrath (1939) and East of Eden (1952) and the novella Of Mice and Men (1937). He was an author of twenty-seven books, including sixteen novels, six non-fiction books and five collections of short stories; Steinbeck received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1962.
John Ernst Steinbeck, Jr. was born on February 27, 1902, in Salinas, California. He was of German and Irish descent. Johann Adolf Großsteinbeck, Steinbeck's paternal grandfather, had shortened the family name to Steinbeck when he immigrated to the United States. The family farm in Heiligenhaus, Mettmann, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany, is still today named "Großsteinbeck."
His father, John Ernst Steinbeck, served as Monterey County treasurer. John's mother, Olive Hamilton, a former school teacher, shared Steinbeck's passion of reading and writing. The Steinbecks were members of the Episcopal Church. Steinbeck lived in a small rural town that was essentially a frontier settlement, set amid some of the world's most fertile land. He spent his summers working on nearby ranches and later with migrant workers on Spreckels ranch. He became aware of the harsher aspects of migrant life and the darker side of human nature, which supplied him with material expressed in such works as Of Mice and Men. He also explored his surroundings, walking across local forests, fields, and farms.
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John Travolta
John Joseph Travolta (born February 18, 1954) is an American actor, dancer, and singer. Travolta first became known in the 1970s, after appearing on the television series Welcome Back, Kotter and starring in the box office successes Saturday Night Fever and Grease. Travolta's acting career declined in the early 1980s and continued to deteriorate for the rest of the decade. His career enjoyed a resurgence in the 1990s with his role in Pulp Fiction, and he has since continued starring in Hollywood films, including Face/Off, Ladder 49, and Wild Hogs. Travolta was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor for Saturday Night Fever and Pulp Fiction. He won the Golden Globe Award for Best Actor - Motion Picture Musical or Comedy for his performance in Get Shorty.
Travolta, the youngest of six children, was born and raised in Englewood, New Jersey, an inner-ring suburb of New York City. His father, Salvatore Travolta (November 1912 – May 1995), was a semi-professional American football player turned tire salesman and partner in a tire company. His mother, Helen Cecilia (née Burke, January 1912 – December 1978), was an actress and singer who had appeared in The Sunshine Sisters, a radio vocal group, and acted and directed before becoming a high school drama and English teacher. His siblings, Joey, Ellen, Ann, Margaret, and Sam Travolta, have all acted. His father was a second-generation Italian American and his mother was Irish American; he grew up in an Irish-American neighborhood and has said that his household was predominantly Irish in culture. He was raised Roman Catholic, but converted to Scientology in 1975.
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Kenny Chesney
Kenneth Arnold "Kenny" Chesney (born March 26, 1968) is an American country music singer and songwriter. Chesney has recorded 15 albums, 14 of which have been certified gold or higher by the RIAA. He has also produced more than 30 Top Ten singles on the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Songs charts, 20 of which climbed to the top of the charts.
Over the life of his career, Chesney has been honored with numerous awards from the Academy of Country Music (ACM), Country Music Association (CMA), American Music Awards (AMA), Country Music Television (CMT), Billboard Music Awards (BMA), People's Choice Awards (PCA), and the French Country Music Awards (FCMA).
Chesney recently produced and co-directed a film for ESPN, "The Boys Of Fall". Chesney has received six Academy of Country Music awards(including four consecutive Entertainer of the Year Awards from 2005 to 2008), as well as six Country Music Association awards. He is one of the most popular touring acts in country music, regularly selling out the venues at which he performs. His 2007 Flip-Flop Summer Tour was the highest-grossing country road trip of the year.
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Lord Buckley
Lord Richard Buckley (Richard Myrle Buckley; April 5, 1906 - November 12, 1960, New York City) was an American stage performer, recording artist, monologist, and hip poet/comic. Buckley's unique stage persona never found more than a cult audience during his life, but anticipated aspects of the Beat Generation sensibility, and influenced figures as various as Bob Dylan, Ken Kesey, George Harrison, Tom Waits and Dizzy Gillespie.
Born to English immigrants in Tuolumne, California, Buckley's earliest years are unclear, although he's referred to as an "ex-lumberjack". By the mid-1930s he was performing as emcee in Chicago at Leo Seltzer's dance marathons at the Chicago Coliseum, and worked his own club, Chez Buckley, on Western Avenue through the early 1940s. During World War II Buckley performed extensively for armed services on USO tours, where he formed a lasting friendship with Ed Sullivan.
In the 1950s Buckley hit his stride with a combination of his exaggeratedly aristocratic bearing (including waxed mustache, tuxedo and pith helmet) and carefully enunciated rhythmic hipster slang. Occasionally performing to music, he punctuated his monologues with scat singing and sound effects. His most significant tracks are retelling of historical or legendary events, like "My Own Railroad" and "The Nazz". The latter, first recorded in 1952, describes Jesus' working profession as "carpenter kitty." Other historical figures include Gandhi ("The Hip Gahn") and the Marquis de Sade ("The Bad-Rapping of the Marquis de Sade, the King of Bad Cats"). He retold several classic documents such as the Gettysburg Address and a version of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven." In "Mark Antony's Funeral Oration", he recast Shakespeare's "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" as "Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies: knock me your lobes."
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Mac McAnally
Lyman Corbitt "Mac" McAnally, Jr. ( /ˈmækənæliː/; born July 15, 1957 is an American country music singer-songwriter, session musician and record producer. In his career, he has recorded ten studio albums and eight singles. Two of his singles were hits on the Billboard Hot 100, and six more on the Hot Country Songs charts. His ninth chart entry came in late 2008-early 2009 as a guest vocalist on Kenny Chesney's Number One cover of his 1990 single "Down the Road". He has also produced for Sawyer Brown and Restless Heart, written several singles for other artists, and is a member of Jimmy Buffett's backing band, The Coral Reefer Band.
McAnally was born July 15, 1957 in Red Bay, Alabama. He began playing piano and singing in church at the Belmont First Baptist Church in Belmont, Missippi as a child, and by age fifteen, he had composed his first song. From there, he went on to become a session musician in Muscle Shoals, Alabama. During a session break, McAnally began to perform original material. The producers there encouraged him, and by 1977 he was signed to Ariola Records. His self-titled debut album produced the single "It's a Crazy World" which reached #37 on the Billboard Hot 100. A second album, No Problem Here, was issued a year later, followed in 1980 by Cuttin' Corners on RCA Records. These latter two albums produced no chart singles. However, he found success as a songwriter for Jimmy Buffett, in addition to co-writing Alabama's Number One hit "Old Flame".
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Mark Knopfler
Mark Freuder Knopfler, OBE (born 12 August 1949) is a Scottish-born British guitarist, singer, songwriter, record producer and film score composer. He is best known as the lead guitarist, vocalist, and songwriter for the British rock band Dire Straits, which he co-founded in 1977. After Dire Straits disbanded in 1995, Knopfler went on to record and produce six solo albums, including Golden Heart (1996), Sailing to Philadelphia (2000), and Get Lucky (2009). He has composed and produced film scores for eight films, including Local Hero (1983), Cal (1984), and The Princess Bride (1987). In addition to his work with Dire Straits and as a solo artist and composer, Knopfler has recorded and performed with many prominent musical artists, including Phil Lynott, Chet Atkins, The Chieftains, Eric Clapton, Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Jools Holland, Sonny Landreth, and Van Morrison. He has produced albums for Tina Turner, Bob Dylan, and Randy Newman.
Knopfler is one of the most respected fingerstyle guitarists of the modern rock era, and was ranked 27th on Rolling Stone magazine's list of 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time. Knopfler and Dire Straits have sold in excess of 120 million albums to date. A four-time Grammy Award winner, Knopfler is the recipient of the Edison Award and the Steiger Award, and holds three honorary doctorate degrees in music from universities in the United Kingdom.
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Matt Lauer
Matthew Todd "Matt" Lauer (born December 30, 1957) is an American television journalist best known as the host of NBC's The Today Show since 1997. He was previously a news anchor in New York City and a local talk-show host in Boston, Philadelphia, Providence and Richmond. He was also host of PM Magazine (or "Evening Magazine" 1980-1986) and worked for ESPN in the 1980s as a sideline reporter. In the early 1990s, Lauer hosted segments of HBO Entertainment News.
He was born in New York City, the son of Marilyn Kolmer, a boutique owner, and Jay Robert Lauer, a bicycle-company executive. Lauer is of Romanian descent on his father's side, as seen on the Today Show's Finding Our Roots. His parents divorced during his youth, and his father died in 1997. Lauer had become co-host of The Today Show replacing longtime host Bryant Gumbel in early 1997, not long before his father's death. In 1999, both Lauer and his co-host Katie Couric initially resisted participation in Today's proposed series about their family roots. The series turned out to be a hit, and Lauer was moved by what he learned about his immigrant ancestors. "My dad was Jewish. My mom is not. So I was not raised anything. I do feel a desire now to find something spiritual. Getting married and wanting to have kids has something to do with that."
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Merle Haggard
Merle Ronald Haggard (born April 6, 1937) is an American country music song writer, singer, guitarist, fiddler and instrumentalist. Along with Buck Owens, Haggard and his band The Strangers helped create the Bakersfield sound, which is characterized by the unique twang of Fender Telecaster and the unique mix with the traditional country steel guitar sound, new vocal harmony styles in which the words are minimal, and a rough edge not heard on the more polished Nashville Sound recordings of the same era.
By the 1970s, Haggard was aligned with the growing outlaw country movement, and has continued to release successful albums through the 1990s and into the 2000s. In 1997, Merle Haggard was inducted into the Oklahoma Music Hall of Fame.
Merle Haggard was born in Oildale, California, in 1937. His parents, James Francis and Flossie Mae (née Harp) Haggard, moved from Oklahoma to California during the Great Depression. At that time, much of the population of Bakersfield consisted of migrant workers from Oklahoma and surrounding states. Haggard spent his childhood in Oildale, a hardscrabble suburb of Bakersfield home to many workers in the adjacent Kern River Oil Field. His maternal grandmother, Martha Arizona Belle "Zona" Villines Harp (1881-1971), is the subject of his 1972 hit "Grandma Harp."
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Michael Utley
Michael Utley, often credited as Mike Utley, is an American musician, songwriter, and record producer for Jimmy Buffett's Coral Reefer Band. He is the musical director of the band. Born in Blytheville in Mississippi County, Arkansas, he graduated from the University of Arkansas.
Early in his career, Utley worked with the house band for Atlantic Records in Miami, Florida's Criteria Studios backing performers such as Aretha Franklin, Jerry Jeff Walker, and the Allman Brothers and in California playing with Rita Coolidge and Kris Kristofferson.
Jerry Jeff Walker recruited Utley to play keyboard instruments on Buffett's first major label album, A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean, in 1973. Utley continued to work with other performers in the mid-1970s while appearing on Buffett's subsequent albums until Buffett's 1977 breakout Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes when he joined the Coral Reefer Band full time.
Utley has title credit on several albums, the first being an instrumental record with fellow Coral Reefer Band member Robert Greenidge titled Mad Music.
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Mitch Albom
Mitchell "Mitch" David Albom (born May 23, 1958) is an American best-selling author, journalist, screenwriter, dramatist, radio and television broadcaster and musician. His books have sold over 30 million copies worldwide. Having achieved national recognition for his sports writing in the earlier part of his career, he is perhaps best known for the inspirational stories and themes that weave through his books, plays and films. He is also well known for his philanthropic work in Detroit, Michigan where he founded four charities.
Albom was born in Trenton, New Jersey and briefly lived in Buffalo, New York before moving back to Haddon Township, New Jersey as a child, where he attended a synagogue led by Rabbi Albert L. Lewis, the subject of his book, Have a Little Faith. He resided in Oaklyn, New Jersey.
After attending high schools in Southern New Jersey and Philadelphia, including Akiba Hebrew Academy in Lower Merion, Albom went on to Brandeis University in Waltham, Massachusetts to earn a bachelor’s degree in sociology. Pursuing his dream to become a musician, he worked after graduation for several years in nightclubs in the US and Europe. He discovered an aptitude for writing and eventually returned to graduate school, earning a Master's degree from Columbia University’s Graduate School of Journalism, followed by an MBA from Columbia University’s Graduate School of Business.
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Pat Riley
Patrick James "Pat" Riley (born March 20, 1945) is an American professional basketball executive, and a former coach and player in the NBA. Currently, he is team president of the Miami Heat. Widely regarded as one of the greatest NBA coaches of all time, Riley has served as the head coach of five championship teams and an assistant coach to another. He most recently won the 2006 NBA Championship with the Miami Heat. Prior to his tenure in Miami, he served as head coach for the Los Angeles Lakers and the New York Knicks. He was named NBA Coach of the Year three times (1989–90, 1992–93 and 1996–97, as head coach of the Lakers, Knicks and Heat, respectively). He was head coach of the NBA All-Star Game teams nine times: eight of the Western team (1982, 1983, 1985–1990, all as head coach of the Lakers) and once of the Eastern team (1993, as head coach of the Knicks). In 1996 he was named one of the 10 Greatest Coaches in the NBA history. As a player, he played for the Los Angeles Lakers' championship team in 1972, bringing his personal total to seven NBA titles.
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Peter Mayer
Peter M. Mayer (born 1936) is an American independent publisher who is president of The Overlook Press/Peter Mayer Publishers, Inc., a Woodstock, New York - based publishing company he founded with his father in 1971. At the time of Overlook’s founding, Mayer was head of Avon Books, a large New York - based paperback publisher. From 1978 to 1996, Mayer was CEO of Penguin Books, where he introduced a flexible style in editorial, marketing, and production . Previously, while at Avon Books, Mayer successfully launched the trade paperback as a viable alternative to mass market and hardcover formats. Recently, Mayer financially revived both Ardis, a publisher of Russian literature in English, and Duckworth an independent publishing house in the U.K.
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Ralph MacDonald
Ralph MacDonald (March 15, 1944 – December 18, 2011) was a Trinbagonian-American percussionist, song-writer, musical arranger, record producer, steelpan virtuoso and philanthropist.
Growing up in Harlem, U.S.A. under the close mentorship of his Trinbagonian father, Patrick MacDonald (a calypsonian and bandleader originally from Trinidad and Tobago who went by the stage name "Macbeth the Great"), MacDonald began showing his musical talent, particularly with the steelpan, and when he was seventeen he landed a job playing pan for the Harry Belafonte show.
He remained with the Belafonte outfit for a decade before deciding to strike out on his own. In 1967, together with Bill Eaton and William Salter, he formed the Antisia Music Incorporated. Anisitia is based in Stamford, Connecticut.
In 1971, Roberta Flack recorded Where Is the Love, which MacDonald and Salter had written. The duet with Donny Hathaway won a Grammy Award for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal. The single was awarded gold status and sold more than one million copies. MacDonald played on the session for the song.
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Robert Greenidge
Robert Greenidge (* 28 April 1950 in Success Village, Laventille, Trinidad) is a steelpan player in the United States and a member of popular music singer Jimmy Buffett's Coral Reefer Band and the instrumental group Club Trini.
Greenidge began performing as a pannist at age eight and performed internationally beginning in his teens. He represented Trinidad and Tobago as a soloist and a member of Trinidad and Tobago National Steel Orchestra in 1970 and in 1971 migrated to the United States where he studied and played music.[citation needed]
In the 1970s, he performed with numerous well-established acts such as Maurice White, Earth Wind and Fire, Harry Nilsson, John Lennon, and Ringo Starr. He continued to work in his native country and has played[update] the Trinidad and Tobago Carnival every year since 1979. He won the national steelband competition Panorama twice with the Desperadoes Steel Orchestra in 1991 and 1994, both times with his own compositions.
In 1982. He recorded with JJ Cale on Grasshopper.
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Sean Payton
Patrick Sean Payton (born December 29, 1963) is the currently suspended head coach of the New Orleans Saints of the National Football League. Payton was a quarterback at Naperville Central High School and Eastern Illinois University and played professionally in 1987 and 1988. He began his coaching career as offensive assistant for San Diego State University and had several assistant coaching positions in collegiate and NFL teams before being named as the 10th full-time coach in Saints history in 2006.
Under Payton, the New Orleans Saints made the 2006 NFL playoffs after a 3–13 season in 2005, and Payton won the AP NFL Coach of the Year Award because of this effort. Following the 2009 season, the New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl championship.
On March 21, 2012, Payton was suspended for the entire 2012 NFL season, originally set to take effect April 1, 2012, as a result of his involvement in the New Orleans Saints bounty scandal, under which "bounties" were paid for interceptions, forced fumbles and contact that would "knock out" targeted players on opposing teams. Payton filed an appeal of his suspension with the league the Friday before it was set to take effect. On April 9, NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell denied his appeal; his suspension began on April 16.
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Tequila
Tequila (Spanish pronunciation: [teˈkila]) is a distilled beverage made from the blue agave plant, primarily in the area surrounding the city of Tequila, 65 kilometres (40 mi) northwest of Guadalajara, and in the highlands (Los Altos) of the western Mexican state of Jalisco.
The red volcanic soil in the surrounding region is particularly well suited to the growing of the blue agave, and more than 300 million of the plants are harvested there each year. Agave tequila grows differently depending on the region. Blue agaves grown in the highlands region are larger in size and sweeter in aroma and taste. Agaves harvested in the lowlands, on the other hand, have a more herbaceous fragrance and flavor.
Mexican laws state that tequila can be produced only in the state of Jalisco and limited regions in the states of Guanajuato, Michoacán, Nayarit, and Tamaulipas. Mexico has claimed the exclusive international right to the word "tequila", threatening legal actions against manufacturers of distilled blue agave spirits in other countries.
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Wil Shriner
Wil Shriner (born December 6, 1953) is an American actor, comedian, director and game show host.
Shriner was born in New York City, New York, the twin brother of soap opera actor Kin Shriner and the son of Eileen “Pixie” McDermott and Herb Shriner, a Hoosier humorist who had several shows in the early days of television, including Two for the Money and The Herb Shriner Show. Wil made his first appearance on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson and then went on to be a regular on the NBC morning show The David Letterman Show. For one season in the 1980s (1987–88), he hosted The Wil Shriner Show, a nationally-syndicated Group W television talk show. TV Guide described the program as "a daily variety-talk show featuring celebrity guests, segments on health and fitness, and interviews with authors and experts."
He also hosted two game shows, the American version of That's My Dog (replacing Steve Skrovan) from 1993 until its cancellation in 1995 and Small Talk. He also hosted a show about inventors called Why Didn't I Think of That that ran for two years. He also hosted the Miss Teen USA 1989 pageant. He spent four years as a correspondent and guest host on the ABC network morning show Home Show.
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William Styron
William Clark Styron, Jr. (June 11, 1925 – November 1, 2006) was an American novelist and essayist who won major literary awards for his work.
For much of his career, Styron was best known for his novels, including:
Styron's influence deepened and his readership expanded with the publication of Darkness Visible in 1990. This memoir, originally intended as a magazine article, chronicled the author's descent into depression and his near-fatal night of "despair beyond despair."
William Styron was born in the Hilton Village historic district of Newport News, Virginia. He grew up in the South and was steeped in its history. His birthplace was less than a hundred miles from the site of Nat Turner’s slave rebellion, later the source for Styron's most famous and controversial novel.
Although Styron’s paternal grandparents had been slave owners, his Northern mother and liberal Southern father gave him a broad perspective on race relations. Styron’s childhood was a difficult one: his father, a shipyard engineer, suffered from clinical depression, which Styron himself would later experience. His mother died from breast cancer in 1939 when Styron was a boy, following a decade-long battle.
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Yacht rock
Yacht Rock was an online video series following the fictionalized lives and careers of American soft rock stars of the late 1970s and early 1980s. The series debuted on Channel 101 at the June 26, 2005 screening. It placed in the top five at subsequent screenings until the June 25, 2006 screening, where it placed seventh and was canceled. The show remained a popular download on Channel 101, convincing the creators to make two additional episodes independently. The 11th episode, featuring Jason Lee as Kevin Bacon, debuted during a screening at the Knitting Factory in New York City on December 27, 2007 and was later included with the other episodes on Channel 101. On May 5, 2010, the 12th and final episode of Yacht Rock was released onto YouTube and Channel 101.
The series was written, directed, and produced by J. D. Ryznar, co-produced by David Lyons and Hunter D. Stair, and edited by Lane Farnham. The production has a "bad-on-purpose aesthetic".
Ryznar and Stair devised the series after noticing the incestuous recording careers of such bands as Steely Dan, Toto, and The Doobie Brothers and the singer-songwriters Kenny Loggins and Michael McDonald. For example, McDonald co-wrote Loggins' "This Is It" and Loggins co-wrote McDonald's band The Doobie Brothers' "What a Fool Believes" and McDonald also performed backing vocals for several other 'yacht rock' artists, including Steely Dan and Christopher Cross.
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Buffett, Jimmy Filmography
- OnePeople: The Celebration (2012)
- OnePeople: The Celebration (2012)
- OnePeople: The Celebration (2012)
- OnePeople: The Celebration (2012)
- Jimmy Buffett & Friends: Live from the Gulf Coast (2010)
- The Gulf Is Back (2010)
- Jimmy Buffett: Scenes You Know by Heart (2009)
- Jimmy Buffett: Scenes You Know by Heart (2009)
- Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson (2008)
- Cubs Forever: Celebrating 60 Years of WGN-TV and the Chicago Cubs (2008)
- THS Investigates: Hazing (2007)
- Jimmy Buffett: Live in Anguilla (2007)
- Jimmy Buffett: Live in Anguilla (2007)
- Sun Dogs (2006)
- Jimmy Buffett: Live at Wrigley Field - The Labor Day Weekend Shows (2006)
- Hoot (2006)
- Hoot (2006)
- Jimmy Buffett: Live at Wrigley Field - The Labor Day Weekend Shows (2006)
- Hoot (2006)
- 20 Most Awesomely Bad Songs of 2004 (2004)
- Bridge to Havana (2004)
- 101 Biggest Celebrity Oops (2004)
- Jimmy Buffett: Mini Matinee #1 (2003)
- Jimmy Buffett: Tales from MargaritaVision (2000)
- Jimmy Buffett: Tales from MargaritaVision (2000)
- Music Bridges Over Troubled Waters (1999)
- Hemingway: Winner Take Nothing (1998)
- Brian Wilson: Imagination (1998)
- From the Earth to the Moon (1998)
- Elmopalooza! (1998)
- Music for Montserrat (1997)
- Congo (1995)
- Cobb (1994)
- Johnny Bago (1993)
- Hurricane Relief (1992)
- New Orleans Live! (1992)
- Hook (1991)
- Voices that Care (1991)
- Breaking All the Rules: The Creation of Trivial Pursuit (1988)
- Doctor Duck's Super Secret All-Purpose Sauce (1986)
- Jimmy Buffett: Live by the Bay (1986)
- Repo Man (1984)
- I Love Liberty (1982)
- FM (1978)
- Rancho Deluxe (1975)
- Rancho Deluxe (1975)
- Tarpon (1973)
- Dickhead - Jimmy Buffett
- L'Air De La Louisiane - Jimmy Buffett
- Rancho Deluxe Main Title - Jimmy Buffett
- Rancho Deluxe Instrumental - Jimmy Buffett
- Rancho Deluxe End Title - Jimmy Buffett
- Wonder Why You Ever Go Home - Jimmy Buffett
- You Call It Joggin' - Jimmy Buffett
- Wonder Why We Ever Go Home - Jimmy Buffett
- Window On The World - Jimmy Buffett
- Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw - Jimmy Buffett
- Whoop De Doo - Jimmy Buffett
- When Salome Plays The Drum - Jimmy Buffett
- Why Don't We Get Drunk - Jimmy Buffett
- When The Wild Life Betrays Me - Jimmy Buffett
- Where's The Party - Jimmy Buffett
- West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown - Jimmy Buffett
- Weather With You - Jimmy Buffett
- Volcano ( In Album Volcano) - Jimmy Buffett
- The Wrangler - Jimmy Buffett
- Up On The Hill - Jimmy Buffett
- Twelve Volt Man - Jimmy Buffett
- Something So Feminine About A Mandolin - Jimmy Buffett
- Turnabout - Jimmy Buffett
- Someone I Used To Love - Jimmy Buffett
- Travelin' Clean (In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) - Jimmy Buffett
- Travelin' Clean - Jimmy Buffett
- Tonight I Just Need My Guitar - Jimmy Buffett
- Today's Message - Jimmy Buffett
- Someday I Will - Jimmy Buffett
- Some Gothic Ranch Action - Jimmy Buffett
- There's Nothing Soft About Hard Times - Jimmy Buffett
- The Weather Is Here, I Wish You Were Beautiful - Jimmy Buffett
- Off to See the Lizard - Jimmy Buffett
- The Last Line - Jimmy Buffett
- The Hang Out Gang (In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) - Jimmy Buffett
- The Handiest Frenchmen In The Caribbean - Jimmy Buffett
- The City - Jimmy Buffett
- The Captain And The Kid ( In Albume Havaña Daydreamin') - Jimmy Buffett
- The Captain And The Kid ( In Albume Havaña Daydreamin') - Jimmy Buffett
- Fat Person Man - Jimmy Buffett
- That's What Living is to Me - Jimmy Buffett
- Stars Fell On Alabama - Jimmy Buffett
- Tampico Trauma - Jimmy Buffett
- Take It Back - Jimmy Buffett
- Shes Got You - Jimmy Buffett
- Survive - Jimmy Buffett
- Far Side of the World - Jimmy Buffett
- Steamer - Jimmy Buffett
- Somewhere Over China - Jimmy Buffett
- Southern Cross - Jimmy Buffett
- Livingston's Gone to Texas (In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) - Jimmy Buffett
- Silver Wings - Jimmy Buffett
- Sending the Old Man Home - Jimmy Buffett
- Semi-true Story - Jimmy Buffett
- Saxophones - Jimmy Buffett
- Livingston's Gone to Texas - Jimmy Buffett
- RUN RUDOLPH RUN - Jimmy Buffett
- Reggabilly Hill - Jimmy Buffett
- Ridin' in Style - Jimmy Buffett
- Richard Frost - Jimmy Buffett
- Island Fever - Jimmy Buffett
- Public Relations (Reprise) - Jimmy Buffett
- Ragtop Day - Jimmy Buffett
- My Lovely Lady - Jimmy Buffett
- Playin' The Loser Again - Jimmy Buffett
- Pirate Looks at Forty - Jimmy Buffett
- MERRY CHRISTMAS, ALABAMA (NEVER FAR FROM HOME) - Jimmy Buffett
- Permanent Reminder of a Temporary Feeling - Jimmy Buffett
- Peanut Butter Conspiracy - Jimmy Buffett
- Pacing The Cage - Jimmy Buffett
- Mermaid in the Night - Jimmy Buffett
- Oysters and Pearls - Jimmy Buffett
- One Particular Harbour(In Album One Particular Harbour) - Jimmy Buffett
- One Particular Harbour - Jimmy Buffett
- Nothing But A Breeze - Jimmy Buffett
- No Plane On Sunday - Jimmy Buffett
- Cinco De Mayo In Memphis - Jimmy Buffett
- Morris' Nightmare - Jimmy Buffett
- Creola - Jimmy Buffett
- Money Back Guarantee - Jimmy Buffett
- Middle Of The Night - Jimmy Buffett
- Mademoiselle (Voulez Vous Danser) - Jimmy Buffett
- Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett
- Makin' Music For Money - Jimmy Buffett
- Lucky Star - Jimmy Buffett
- Intro-The Legend Of Norman Paperman/Kinja - Jimmy Buffett
- L'air de la Louisianne - Jimmy Buffett
- I Have Found Me A Home - Jimmy Buffett
- Livingston's Gone To Texas (In Album Living And Dying In 3/4 Time) - Jimmy Buffett
- Livingston Saturday Night ( In Album Son Of A Son Of A Sailor) - Jimmy Buffett
- La Vie Dansante - Jimmy Buffett
- LIP SERVICE - Jimmy Buffett
- Little Miss Magic - Jimmy Buffett
- High Cumberland Jubilee/Comin' Down Slow - Jimmy Buffett
- Left Me With a Nail to Drive - Jimmy Buffett
- Last Man Standing - Jimmy Buffett
- Kinja Rules - Jimmy Buffett
- If It All Falls Down - Jimmy Buffett
- Jolly Mon - Jimmy Buffett
- Jingle Bells - Jimmy Buffett
- God's Own Drunk - Jimmy Buffett
- Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit - Jimmy Buffett
- I'll Be Home For Christmas - Jimmy Buffett
- In The Shelter ( In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) - Jimmy Buffett
- It's All About The Water - Jimmy Buffett
- God Don't Own a Car (No Wheels) - Jimmy Buffett
- I Will Play For Gumbo - Jimmy Buffett
- If The Phone Doesn't Ring It's Me - Jimmy Buffett
- I Use To Have Money One Time - Jimmy Buffett
- I Can't Be Your Hero Today - Jimmy Buffett
- Hey Good Looking - Jimmy Buffett
- Henny's Song: The Key To My Man - Jimmy Buffett
- Hula Girl At Heart - Jimmy Buffett
- Homemade Music - Jimmy Buffett
- HO HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RHUM - Jimmy Buffett
- Hippolyte's Habitat (Qui Moun' Qui) - Jimmy Buffett
- Here We Are - Jimmy Buffett
- Funeral Dance - Jimmy Buffett
- Happy Xmas (War Is Over) - Jimmy Buffett
- Happy Christmas (War Is Over) - Jimmy Buffett
- Gypsies In The Palace (In Album Last Mango In Paris) - Jimmy Buffett
- Havana Daydreamin' - Jimmy Buffett
- Green Flash at Sunset - Jimmy Buffett
- Fruitcakes - Jimmy Buffett
- Great Filling Station Holdup - Jimmy Buffett
- Frank And Lola - Jimmy Buffett
- Fool Button - Jimmy Buffett
- Fins ( In Album Volcano) - Jimmy Buffett
- Fins - Jimmy Buffett
- Fifteen Gears Instrumental - Jimmy Buffett
- Fifteen Gears - Jimmy Buffett
- Everybody's On The Phone - Jimmy Buffett
- Everybody's Got a Cousin in Miami - Jimmy Buffett
- England (In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) - Jimmy Buffett
- Elvis Imitators - Jimmy Buffett
- Dreamsicle - Jimmy Buffett
- Domicile - Jimmy Buffett
- Distantly In Love - Jimmy Buffett
- Dixie Diner - Jimmy Buffett
- Death Valley Lives - Jimmy Buffett
- DALLAS - Jimmy Buffett
- Cliches - Jimmy Buffett
- Coast Of Marseilles - Jimmy Buffett
- Coastal Confessions - Jimmy Buffett
- Cheeseburger In Paradise(In Album Son Of A Son Of A Sailor) - Jimmy Buffett
- Cattle Truckin' - Jimmy Buffett
- Bigger Than The Both Of Us - Jimmy Buffett
- Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On - Jimmy Buffett
- Apocalypso - Jimmy Buffett
- Bend a Little (In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) - Jimmy Buffett
- Beach House On The Moon - Jimmy Buffett
- Anything, Anytime, Anywhere - Jimmy Buffett
- Bama Breeze - Jimmy Buffett
- Banana Republics - Jimmy Buffett
- Ace ( In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) - Jimmy Buffett
- Ain't He a Genius - Jimmy Buffett
- She's Going Out Of My Mind - Jimmy Buffett
- Stars on the Water - Jimmy Buffett
- Jamaica Mistaica - Jimmy Buffett
- Holida - Jimmy Buffett
- False Echos - Jimmy Buffett
- Baby's Gone Shopping - Jimmy Buffett
- Bob Roberts Society Band - Jimmy Buffett
- Don Chu Know - Jimmy Buffett
- Six String Music - Jimmy Buffett
- Love in the Library - Jimmy Buffett
- Lone Palm - Jimmy Buffett
- Frenchman for the Night - Jimmy Buffett
- Delaney Talks to Statues - Jimmy Buffett
- That's My Story and I'm Stickin' to it - Jimmy Buffett
- I Wish Lunch Could Last Forever - Jimmy Buffett
- Changing Channels - Jimmy Buffett
- Carnival World - Jimmy Buffett
- My Barracuda - Jimmy Buffett
- King of Somewhere Hot - Jimmy Buffett
- Great Heart - Jimmy Buffett
- When The Coast Is Clear - Jimmy Buffett
- Meet Me In Memphis - Jimmy Buffett
- Please Bypass This Heart - Jimmy Buffett
- I Love The Now - Jimmy Buffett
- Floridays - Jimmy Buffett
- First Look - Jimmy Buffett
- Last Mango In Paris (In Album Last Mango In Paris) - Jimmy Buffett
- Jolly Mon Sing - Jimmy Buffett
- Gypsies In The Palace (In Album Last Mango In Pari - Jimmy Buffett
- Love In Decline - Jimmy Buffett
- Come To The Moon - Jimmy Buffett
- Burn That Bridge - Jimmy Buffett
- Album Notes: - Jimmy Buffett
- One Particular Harbour(In Album One Particular Har - Jimmy Buffett
- Honey Do(In Album One Particular Harbour) - Jimmy Buffett
- It's Midnight And I'm Not Famous Yet - Jimmy Buffett
- I Heard I Was In Town - Jimmy Buffett
- The Good Fight - Jimmy Buffett
- It's My Job - Jimmy Buffett
- Island - Jimmy Buffett
- Incommunicado - Jimmy Buffett
- Growing Older But Not Up - Jimmy Buffett
- Coconut Telegraph - Jimmy Buffett
- Lady I Can't Explain - Jimmy Buffett
- Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants - Jimmy Buffett
- Livingston Saturday Night ( In Album Son Of A Son - Jimmy Buffett
- Cheeseburger In Paradise(In Album Son Of A Son Of - Jimmy Buffett
- African Friend - Jimmy Buffett
- The Captain And The Kid ( In Albume Hava&ntild; - Jimmy Buffett
- My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jes - Jimmy Buffett
- Kick It In Second Wind - Jimmy Buffett
- Big Rig - Jimmy Buffett
- A Sailors Christas - Jimmy Buffett
- Livingston's Gone To Texas (In Album Living And Dy - Jimmy Buffett
- Come Monday( In Album Living And Dying In 3/4 Time) - Jimmy Buffett
- Ballad of Spider John - Jimmy Buffett
- The Captain and the Kid - Jimmy Buffett
- England - Jimmy Buffett
- Ellis Dee - Jimmy Buffett
- Captain America - Jimmy Buffett
- Ace - Jimmy Buffett
- Life Is Just A Tire Swing - Jimmy Buffett
- They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More - Jimmy Buffett
- Beautiful Swimmers - Jimmy Buffett
- Barefoot Children - Jimmy Buffett
- A Pirate Looks At Forty - Jimmy Buffett
- You'll Never Work In Dis Bidness Again - Jimmy Buffett
- Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season - Jimmy Buffett
- Savannah Fare You Well - Jimmy Buffett
- Wondering Where The Lions Are - Jimmy Buffett
- Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street - Jimmy Buffett
- Why You Wanna Hurt My Heart - Jimmy Buffett
- Why the Things We Do - Jimmy Buffett
- Who Are We Trying To Fool? - Jimmy Buffett
- What If The Hokey Pokey Is All It Really Is About? - Jimmy Buffett
- Werewolves Of London - Jimmy Buffett
- We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About - Jimmy Buffett
- Tin Cup Chalice - Jimmy Buffett
- Waiting For The Next Explosion - Jimmy Buffett
- Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost - Jimmy Buffett
- Up On The Housetop - Jimmy Buffett
- Turning Around - Jimmy Buffett
- Truckstop Salvation - Jimmy Buffett
- Trouble On The Horizon - Jimmy Buffett
- Trip Around The Sun(feat. Martina Mcbride) - Jimmy Buffett
- Treetop Flyer - Jimmy Buffett
- Treat Her Like a Lady - Jimmy Buffett
- Time To Go Home - Jimmy Buffett
- This Hotel Room - Jimmy Buffett
- The Wino And I Know - Jimmy Buffett
- The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful - Jimmy Buffett
- The Tiki Bar Is Open - Jimmy Buffett
- The Pascagoula Run - Jimmy Buffett
- The Night I Painted the Sky - Jimmy Buffett
- The Natives Are Restless Tonight - Jimmy Buffett
- The Missionary - Jimmy Buffett
- The Hang Out Gang - Jimmy Buffett
- The Great Filling Station Holdup - Jimmy Buffett
- The Captain And The Kid ( In Albume Hava Daydreamin') - Jimmy Buffett
- Stranded On A Sandbar - Jimmy Buffett
- STORIES WE COULD TELL - Jimmy Buffett
- Souvenirs - Jimmy Buffett
- Something So Feminine About A Mandoline - Jimmy Buffett
- Smart Woman (In A Real Short Skirt) - Jimmy Buffett
- Simply Complicated - Jimmy Buffett
- Everybody's Talkin' - Jimmy Buffett
- Sheila Says - Jimmy Buffett
- Semi true Stories - Jimmy Buffett
- Sea Of Heartbreak - Jimmy Buffett
- School Boy Heart - Jimmy Buffett
- California Promises - Jimmy Buffett
- Sail on Sailor - Jimmy Buffett
- Rockefeller Square( In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) - Jimmy Buffett
- Rockefeller Square - Jimmy Buffett
- Remittance Man - Jimmy Buffett
- Reggae Accident - Jimmy Buffett
- Railroad Lady - Jimmy Buffett
- Quietly Making Noise - Jimmy Buffett
- Public Relations - Jimmy Buffett
- Merry Christmas Alabama - Jimmy Buffett
- Prince of Tides - Jimmy Buffett
- Pre-You - Jimmy Buffett
- Playin' The Loser Again(feat. Bill Withers) - Jimmy Buffett
- Pina Coladas - Jimmy Buffett
- Perrier Blues - Jimmy Buffett
- Pencil Thin Mustache - Jimmy Buffett
- Party At The End Of The World - Jimmy Buffett
- Lovely Day - Jimmy Buffett
- One Particular Harbour( Album One Particular Harbour) - Jimmy Buffett
- On A Slow Boat To China - Jimmy Buffett
- Lovely Cruise - Jimmy Buffett
- Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More - Jimmy Buffett
- My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus - Jimmy Buffett
- Mr Spaceman - Jimmy Buffett
- Miss You So Badly - Jimmy Buffett
- Math Suks - Jimmy Buffett
- Margaritaville (With Lost Verse) - Jimmy Buffett
- Manana - Jimmy Buffett
- Lucky Stars - Jimmy Buffett
- Love and Luck - Jimmy Buffett
- Livingston Saturday Night - Jimmy Buffett
- Livin' It Up - Jimmy Buffett
- License To Chill - Jimmy Buffett
- Let's Get Drunk And Screw - Jimmy Buffett
- Landfall - Jimmy Buffett
- Lage Nom Ai - Jimmy Buffett
- Knees of my Heart - Jimmy Buffett
- Kinja - Jimmy Buffett
- IN THE CITY - Jimmy Buffett
- Just An Old Truth Teller - Jimmy Buffett
- Juicy Fruit - Jimmy Buffett
- Jimmy Dreams - Jimmy Buffett
- Intro the Legend Of Norman Paperman - Jimmy Buffett
- In the Shelter - Jimmy Buffett
- If I Had a Boat - Jimmy Buffett
- If I Could Just Get It On Paper - Jimmy Buffett
- I Used To Have Money One Time - Jimmy Buffett
- I Don't Know and I Don't Care - Jimmy Buffett
- Honey Do( Album One Particular Harbour) - Jimmy Buffett
- Honey Do - Jimmy Buffett
- Ho, Ho, Ho, And A Bottle Of Rum - Jimmy Buffett
- High Cumberland Jubilee Down Slow - Jimmy Buffett
- High Cumberland Jubilee - Jimmy Buffett
- Happy Christmas - Jimmy Buffett
- Happily Ever After (Now And Then) - Jimmy Buffett
- Happily Ever After - Jimmy Buffett
- Good Guys Win - Jimmy Buffett
- God Don't Own A Car - Jimmy Buffett
- Gentleman Of Leisure - Jimmy Buffett
- Funky Kingston - Jimmy Buffett
- Floridays (Reggae Version) - Jimmy Buffett
- Flesh and Bone - Jimmy Buffett
- False Echoes - Jimmy Buffett
- EVERYBODY'S ON THE RUN - Jimmy Buffett
- Everlasting Moon - Jimmy Buffett
- Duke's On Sunday - Jimmy Buffett
- Dont Bug Me - Jimmy Buffett
- Don't Chu know - Jimmy Buffett
- Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana) - Jimmy Buffett
- Diamond as Big as the Ritz - Jimmy Buffett
- Death Valley Lives(In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) - Jimmy Buffett
- Death Of An Unpopular Poet - Jimmy Buffett
- Cumberland High Dilemma - Jimmy Buffett
- Cowboy In The Jungle - Jimmy Buffett
- Countin' the Cows Every Day - Jimmy Buffett
- Conky Tonkin'(feat. Clint Black) - Jimmy Buffett
- Conky Tonkin' - Jimmy Buffett
- Coming Around (Feat. Brie Larson) - Jimmy Buffett
- Comin' Down Slow - Jimmy Buffett
- Come Monday( In Album Living And Dying In 3 Time) - Jimmy Buffett
- Champagne Si, Agua No - Jimmy Buffett
- Can't Remember When I Slept Last - Jimmy Buffett
- Calaloo - Jimmy Buffett
- Brown Eyed Girl - Jimmy Buffett
- Boomerang Love - Jimmy Buffett
- Bend a Little - Jimmy Buffett
- Barometer Soup - Jimmy Buffett
- Barefootin' - Jimmy Buffett
- Barefoot Children in the Rain - Jimmy Buffett
- Back To The Island - Jimmy Buffett
- Back Of The Bus - Jimmy Buffett
- Baby's Gone Shoppin' - Jimmy Buffett
- Autour Du Rocher - Jimmy Buffett
- Another Saturday Night - Jimmy Buffett
- Altered Boy - Jimmy Buffett
- All The Ways I Want You - Jimmy Buffett
- A Thousand Steps to Nowhere - Jimmy Buffett
- A Sailor's Christmas - Jimmy Buffett
- A Mile High In Denver - Jimmy Buffett
- A Love Song (From a Different Point of View) - Jimmy Buffett
- A Love Song - Jimmy Buffett
- A Frenchman For the Night - Jimmy Buffett
- 4 Time) - Jimmy Buffett
- The Asshole Song (The I 95 Song) - Jimmy Buffett
- Who's The Blonde Stranger - Jimmy Buffett
- Volcano - Jimmy Buffett
- USS Zydecoldsmobile - Jimmy Buffett
- The Wino & I Know - Jimmy Buffett
- Summerzcool - Jimmy Buffett
- Spending Money - Jimmy Buffett
- Ringling, Ringling - Jimmy Buffett
- Respect - Jimmy Buffett
- Presents To Send You - Jimmy Buffett
- Piece Of Work - Jimmy Buffett
- Pencil Thin Moustache - Jimmy Buffett
- Oysters & Pearls - Jimmy Buffett
- Nothin' But A Breeze - Jimmy Buffett
- Nobody From Nowhere - Jimmy Buffett
- Nautical Wheelers - Jimmy Buffett
- Mexico - Jimmy Buffett
- MELE KALIKIMAKA - Jimmy Buffett
- Life Short Call Now - Jimmy Buffett
- Holiday - Jimmy Buffett
- Hey Good Lookin' - Jimmy Buffett
- Flesh & Bone - Jimmy Buffett
- Elvis Presley Blues - Jimmy Buffett
- Domino College - Jimmy Buffett
- Defying Gravity - Jimmy Buffett
- Cultural Infidel - Jimmy Buffett
- CHRISTMAS ISLAND - Jimmy Buffett
- Brahma Fear - Jimmy Buffett
- Boats To Build - Jimmy Buffett
- Biloxi - Jimmy Buffett
- Beyond The End - Jimmy Buffett
- Bank of Bad Habits - Jimmy Buffett
- Banana Wind - Jimmy Buffett
- Wheel Inside The Wheel - Jimmy Buffett
- Uncle John's Band - Jimmy Buffett
- Trip Around The Sun - Jimmy Buffett
- The Perfect Partner - Jimmy Buffett
- The Christian - Jimmy Buffett
- The Ballad of Skip Wiley - Jimmy Buffett
- Take Another Road - Jimmy Buffett
- Surfing In A Hurricane - Jimmy Buffett
- Sunny Afternoon - Jimmy Buffett
- Strange Bird - Jimmy Buffett
- Son Of A Son Of A Sailor - Jimmy Buffett
- Scarlet Begonias - Jimmy Buffett
- Door Number Three - Jimmy Buffett
- Rhumba Man - Jimmy Buffett
- Overkill - Jimmy Buffett
- Only Time Will Tell - Jimmy Buffett
- One Particular Harbor - Jimmy Buffett
- Migration - Jimmy Buffett
- Mental Floss - Jimmy Buffett
- Lot To Drink About - Jimmy Buffett
- Last Mango in Paris - Jimmy Buffett
- Jamaica Farewell - Jimmy Buffett
- It's Five O'Clock Somewhere - Jimmy Buffett
- He Went To Paris - Jimmy Buffett
- Gypsies in the Palace - Jimmy Buffett
- Gravity Storm - Jimmy Buffett
- Escape - Jimmy Buffett
- Desperation Samba - Jimmy Buffett
- Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship - Jimmy Buffett
- Cuban Crime of Passion - Jimmy Buffett
- Come Monday - Jimmy Buffett
- Coast Of Carolina - Jimmy Buffett
- Christmas in the Caribbean - Jimmy Buffett
- Cheeseburger In Paradise - Jimmy Buffett
- Changes In Latitudes Changes In Attitudes - Jimmy Buffett
- Bring Back the Magic - Jimmy Buffett
- Brand New Country Star - Jimmy Buffett
- Boat Drinks - Jimmy Buffett
- Blue Heaven Rendezvous - Jimmy Buffett
- Blue guitar - Jimmy Buffett
- Jimmy Buffett) - Alan Jackson
- Jimmy Buffett) - David Allan Coe
- Jimmy Buffett) - David Alan Coe
He ain't nothin' but a Dickhead.
He's been one all his life.
If he ever gets married
he'll be a Dickhead with a wife.
He's got no damned excuse.
God knows how he tries.
He'll be a fuckin' Dickhead until the day he dies.
He's got a pretty girlfriend
and he flirts behind her back.
He looks at other women,
tries to get them in the sack.
He tells her that he loves her,
then he doesn't call for days.
When it comes to bein' a Dickhead,
he's got a million ways.
He ain't nothin' but a Dickhead.
He's been one all his life.
If he ever gets married
he'll be a Dickhead with a wife.
He's got no damned excuse.
God knows how he tries.
He'll be a fuckin' Dickhead until the day he dies.
When he's out drivin' he's a Dickhead in his car.
When he's out drinkin' he's a Dickhead in the bar.
When he's at a party he's a Dickhead drinkin' beer.
He's got to be the winner of "Dickhead Of The Year".
He ain't nothin' but a Dickhead.
He's been one all his life.
If he ever gets married
he'll be a Dickhead with a wife.
He's got no damned excuse.
God knows how he tries.
He'll be a fuckin' Dickhead until the day he dies.
If he's got no job he's a Dickhead out of work.
If he's got no manners he's a Dickhead and a jerk.
If he's got no money he's a Dickhead with no class.
If he's got no brains he's a Dickhead and an ass.
He ain't nothin' but a Dickhead.
He's been one all his life.
If he ever gets married
he'll be a Dickhead with a wife.
He's got no damned excuse.
God knows how he tries.
He'll be a fuckin' Dickhead until the day he dies.
He'll be a fuckin' Dickhead until the day he dies.
Promenade dans un bois la vielle Louisiane
Les ombres lougnes nos pas silents
l'air de la Louisiane
Toi et moi ne parlant pas
en sucant d'la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane
English Lyric
A walk in the woods of old Louisiana
the shadows are long
Our steps are silent in the Louisiana air
You and I say nothing as we suck sugar cane
For one minute I'm happy in the Louisiana air
Rancho Deluxe Main Title
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
A rustler's daydream, thoughts of jail
Dustclouds rising, tearing down the trails
Got our plans made, to make a few bucks
Buy a spread called Rancho Deluxe
No we're not outlaws, or common thieves
Just a few aces, with cards up our sleeves
We've gotta gamble, gotta take a chance
Want to see the whole show, and not just one dance
Yeah we got to try and find a way
We're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink, we're gonna play
Just bouncin' around the mountains day to day
Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
White men and red men, stories we heard tell
Rancho Deluxe Instrumental By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instrumental
Rancho Deluxe Main Title
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
A rustler's daydream, thoughts of jail
Dustclouds rising, tearing down the trails
Got our plans made, to make a few bucks
Buy a spread called Rancho Deluxe
No we're not outlaws, or common thieves
Just a few aces, with cards up our sleeves
We've gotta gamble, gotta take a chance
Want to see the whole show, and not just one dance
Yeah we got to try and find a way
We're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink, we're gonna play
Just bouncin' around the mountains day to day
Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
White men and red men, stories we heard tell
Wonder Why You Ever Go Home
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
Years grow shorter not longer
The more you've been on your own
Feeling's for moving grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
You call it joggin' , I call it runnin' around
You say you're losing weight but you ain't lost a pound.
While you're out joggin' with your other friends,
I'm home feeding the kids again.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around,
It's the best release you say you've ever found.
Your friends all smile and agree
Yeah, you were runnin' around on me.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
Somebody said they saw you down at the corner
Getting out of some strangers car.
You come home after runnin' for hours
Ain't even breathing hard.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
The soles of your runnin' shoes they ain't wearing down.
While you're out runnin' up and down the streets
I'm tryin' to get the kids to sleep.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
You've been out since five p.m.
It's now thirty minutes past ten.
You blow in all out of breath,
Honey, you've been drinking gin again?
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
Draggin' that silly old towel all over town.
You come home grinning with your hair all wet,
Smelling like shampoo instead of sweat.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around
Oh yeah,
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
Years grow shorter, not longer,
the more you've been on your own.
Feelin's for movin' grow stronger'
so you wonder why you ever go home,
wonder why you ever go home.
People are movin' so quickly.
Humor's in need of repair.
Same occupations and same obligations,
they've really got nothing to share,
like drivin' around with no spare.
River gets deeper not shallow,
the further you move down the stream.
Wonderin' if I can keep her as I
race to keep up with my dreams.
How they shine and glitter and gleam.
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 and a shaky hand
Waking up in a foreign land
Trying to act like I got something planned
That's my window on the world.
That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer girl
Don't let mamma cut those curls.
That's my window on the world.
[Bridge]
In broad day light that circus went
Pulled up stakes I don't know where it went
Closed dark room with a busted vent.
That's my window on the world.
I think about you when I'm counting 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 Earl
That's my window on the world.
[Bridge]
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.
That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer girl
Don't let mamma cut those curls.
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 Earl
That's my window on the world.
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw
-- Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."
(swing instrumental)
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So why don't we get drunk and screw
Yeah, now baby I say, (Lord!)
Why don't we get drunk and screw
If I'm over the moon
It's because I'm over you
A day at a time
And I'm tickety-boo
I don't carry on
The way I used to
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo
If I'm doing great
It's because when I get home
I don't go straight
To my answerphone
And the tears don't come
The way they used to
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo
So many little things
Are so much better now
They were only the little things
Anyhow
If I'm over the moon
It's because that's what I am
Funny that once
I used to give a damn
And I'd do anything
In the whole wide world for you
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo
Anything
Anything you'd want me to
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo
[Chorus:]
When Salome plays the drum
The crowd goes deaf and dumb
Swept up by dark sensations
Partially the heat
More so it's the beat
She moves in syncopation
Gazelle on the run
Skirts slit past her thigh
The boys let out a sigh
The beat begins to quicken
Crowd ascends the stairs
Climbin' on the chairs
The plot begins to thicken
Phasers on stun
[Chorus]
Take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels so right
Tomorrow may be wrong
[Instrumental]
Gendarme close her down
Make her leave the town
She caught the flight to Rio
With nothin' to say
Wavin' from the plane
Pours pink champagne
She toasts her loyal trio
It was a lucrative stay
Oh won't you take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels right
Tomorrow may be wrong
Oh won't your take them to the carnival
Let them play for hours
Tonight the weather feels so right
Tomorrow may be showers
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snow queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw
-- Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."
(swing instrumental)
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So why don't we get drunk and screw
Yeah, now baby I say, (Lord!)
Can't believe I'm still here
With the morning so near
And last night so unclear
I see a trembling hand
And a cold wedding band
Wonder where do I stand?
When the wild life betrays me
And I'm too far from home
Will you be there to save me?
Will you shelter my heart til I'm strong?
Or will you just hang up the phone?
Will my crazy old lies
And my worn out disguise
Turn to tears in your eyes
What a fool I have been
There's no way I can win
Unless you take me back in
When the wild life betrays me
And I'm too far from home
Will you be there to save me?
Will you shelter my heart til I'm strong?
Or will you just hang up the phone?
Every night the stars come out to light another town
Just because I'm lonely doesn't mean that gets me down
I cruise the local drive-in watching lovers holding hands
Like movie stills of Coupe de Villes and Japanese sedans
[Chorus:]
Where's the party?
Where's the party?
Everybody I know say they expect me to go to the party
Sometimes I wish the radio would learn another song
I'd stay at home and watch TV if there was something on
But why should I get all dressed up when there's no place
to go
Still everybody looks at me as if they think I know
[Chorus]
Everybody I see say they expect to see me at the party
I could stay here all night long
Wait for her to call
Or I could put my walkman on
And never care at all
Still every night the stars come out to light
another town
Just because I'm lonely doesn't mean that gets me down
[Chorus]
Everybody I know say they expect her to show at the party
Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit
A lady in tie die, a bag by her side
Not really lookin' like anything special
Saw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride
Sat right beside me as the meter hit sixty
Explainin' her travels and her family background
When she got thru I could not help but thinkin'
She's a long way from a West Nashville grand ballroom gown
Her father had money and her mother had love
Channeled entirely to her dear sister Dove
Twenty-two years in societies plan
Canceled at the swing of her dear mothers hand
Six hours later we hit Cincinnati
Yawning she woke and asked where we were
When she found out she said 'I must be going'
This close to Nashville was too close for her
So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars
She took it then kissed me and gave me a note
She told me just to read it then mail it in Nashville
On old loose leaf paper to her mother she wrote
She said Momma I'm fine if you happen to wonder
I don't have much money but I still get around
I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays
So fuck all those West Nashville grand ballroom gowns
Yea, she's a long way from the West Nashville grand
ballroom gowns
Walking around the room singing
Stormy weather at 57 Mount Pleasant Street
Now its the same room but everything's different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream
Things aint cooking in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the roman empire
Couldn't conquer the blue sky
There's a small boat made of china
Going nowhere on the mantlepiece
Do I lie like a loungeroom lizard
Or do I sing like a bird released
Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you
Volcano
By: Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes, Harry Dailey
1979
Chorus:
Now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
Let me say now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Ground she's movin' under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulphur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly
Chorus:
Let me hear ya now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Now my girl quickly say to me
Mon you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot
You better lava me now or lava me not
Chorus:
Let me say now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
-- Spoken: ";Mr Utley...";
No time to count what I'm worth
'Cause I just left the planet earth
Where I go I hope there's rum
Not to worry mon soon come
Chorus:
Now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
One more now I don't know (ah he don't know)
I don't know (he don't know, mon)
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
But I don't want to land in New York City
Don't want to land in Mexico (no no no)
Don't want to land on no Three Mile Island
Don't want to see my skin aglow (no no no)
Don't want to land in Commanche Sky park
Or in Nashville, Tennessee (no no no)
Don't want to land in no San Juan airport
Or the Yukon Territory (no no no)
Don't want to land no San Diego
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay (no no no)
Don't want to land on no Ayotollah
I got nothing more to say
Chorus:
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
Just a one more, I don't know (he don't know)
I don't know (I don't know, man)
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
The Wrangler By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instumental
We come from a long line of lenders
Who get rich just exploiting you spenders
But now we just manage our blenders
Up, up, up on the hill
It helps to be charming and funny
Have cute names like Binky and Bunny
But the main thing's still oodles of money
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
Top of the heap Is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Marmalade mansions beneath cloudless skies
Breathtaking vistas that baffle your eyes
We're passing our days in a rare atmosphere
Sun, sea, and stars, and warm breezes all year
Our blood is decidedly blue-ish
We're leery of anything newish
And or course, darling, nobody's Jewish
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
The top of the heap Is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Up, up, up on the hill
Way up, up, up on the hill
I never got a grip in penmanship
Could never make those small l's flow
Seldom found the trick to arithmetic
Three plus two be faux pas
But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
So close to my first 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 get 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 know this Joe down in Mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the Twelve Volt Man
He don't need no charge card
Just give him a die-hard
And he'll make sparks fly round your head
Or just ask for some palm trees
Or tales fromthe South Seas
And I'll make sparks fly round your head
Round your head
In your head
In your head
By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol
1975
It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
But the lady she played so easy and fine
And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
They planted this song in my mind
Chorus:
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
The way that they feel, the way that they ring
Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
Made this boy want to sing
And when I get older and I have a daughter
I'll teach her to sing and play her my songs
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along
And maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin'
'Cause when that bug bites you, you live with the sting
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
Way that they feel, the way that they ring
And that evenin' in a pasture somewhere near Austin
That mandolin made me sing
Her mandolin made me sing
As large as life she stood there
Kissed my cheek and called my old nickname
And though several years had passed
Both of us still looked quite the same
I said hi relaxed a bit
Then asked her how she'd been all these years
She told me she was feeling fine
And came to see a friend who lived up here
She told me she had finished school
And then went on to college for a year
I asked if she had married
Slowly down her cheek there came a tear
She said just an itchy eye
It must be the weather way up here
I told her I can't stand the cold
It freezes me and I can't feel my ears
We talked a bit about Mobile
And thought about how it has never changed
I told her I was a comin' home
To spend some time and hoped it wouldn't rain
She asked if she could see me then
And we could spend some time now and then
Because I lived so far away
Was still no chance why we could not be friends
I drove her to the waiting plane
Watched that big jet streaking through the sky
Thought about the sad young girl
And the time that I just saw her cry
That flame must still be burning bright
I think I'll catch a later flight today
It's time for me to go on home
And spend a day or two down by the bay
(feat. Nanci Griffith)
All the days we've been together
All the days we've been apart
Add up to a bunch of nothing
If I'm not still in your heart
I never want you to be
Just a page in my history
Someone I used to love
Your voice breathed in my ear
Or on the telephone
All the tender things we've whispered
To keep from feeling alone
May they never come to be
Just cold gems set in memory
Of someone I used to love
This current flows between us
That will not be denied
You draw me in towards you
Like the moon pulls at the tide
May no shadow ever fall
That will make me have to call
You someone I used to love
By: Jimmy Buffett
1971
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In a nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Chorus:
No time to look back
We've crossed the last track
Travelin' free and travelin' wild
With my barefoot blue-eyed travelin' child
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Run away queen
Travelin' clean
You tell your mother
That you love another
Runnin' with a free-born man
That asks more of you than your hand
And you're gone you're movin' on yes you're gone
Run away queen
Travelin' clean
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In my nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone
Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean
Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In a nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Chorus:
No time to look back
We've crossed the last track
Travelin' free and travelin' wild
With my barefoot blue-eyed travelin' child
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Run away queen
Travelin' clean
You tell your mother
That you love another
Runnin' with a free-born man
That asks more of you than your hand
And you're gone you're movin' on yes you're gone
Run away queen
Travelin' clean
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In my nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone
Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean
Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean
Gulf coast nights an' 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
"Oh yes. Welcome, welcome all. In the middle of this parrothead madness this evening we thought it would be appropriate to take a few minutes of your time to reflect on a little spiritual, spiritual healing. Heal'em up sister. We have such a choir with us this evening. We can't wait to hear all of you sing with us. That's why we're here. We heard you all on a couple of songs already. The only thing is, it's not nice to beat Jimmy to the words of his own song."
"Yes, we white people been working on rhythm for a while but we've got a long way to go. So when we get to this next song we'd like for you to sing. I know that some of you may be a little hesitant here. The climate that's going around these days because some pea-brained people think that some of my songs are obscene and nasty. We know better don't we?
But I just feel sorry for the ones that don't. It's just that the times have moved so far ahead of 'em they're back in the pea-brained past."
"Time has moved so fast, I will give you a couple of examples. Today, a pair of tennis shoes costs more than a lot of your first automobiles did. I had a hundred dollar pick-up truck back in those days. I know. Can I get an AMEN for a hundred dollar pick-up truck?"
"Today there are two Madonnas. Our Lady of Fatima over here, and that woman from Michigan runnin' around Italy with Warren Beatty over here. Looks like Helen of Troy. Sue me baby sue me, yeah."
"And uh, we don't want you to think of this song in those terms because this song that we're about to get you to help us with is not a nasty, obscene song. It is a love song, from a slightly different point of view, that's all. And before we sing it we just want to bring you a little message of peace, prosperity, and hope in such a trouble world today. But Reverened Jim has a few things he thinks could work to solve our world problems and our world tensions."
"First of all, we send all the presidents of the savings and loans associations over to run the country of Iraq. That would solve two problems right there. And world peace, I've got an answer for world peace. We take the money that it'd cost us to build just one B-1 bomber, that one that doesn't work. We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they're getting their shit togehter anyway. We drop this money on the Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham Lincoln come tumblin' down out of the sky. I want them to feel those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it's all warm and soft, oooh! Well we let those Russian people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty's Pilot Shop. And Victoria's Secret! The
Russian people have this money in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog, not back in the outdoors section, you know what I'm talking about right? They got the money, they got the catalogs, they're going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy the stuff. We have full employment. There's world peace, and the Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first century! Thank you!"
"So I hope you have no hesitation about joining us in this song. As I said, it is just a love song, from a different point of view."
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 who
May 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
Some Gothic Ranch Action By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instrumental
Every day held a new surprise
I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes
The paste-board shack we called a home
Would haunt me in my dreams
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
We never knew anything groovy
A dime meant bread and not a movie
The muscles that controlled my smile were rarely ever used
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
Chorus:
I had to go 'cause I could see
I wasn't meant for poverty
The family ties were broken soon
I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
Chorus:
I had to go 'cause I could see
I wasn't meant for poverty
The family ties were broken soon
I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about
No, no, no, no hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
No, no, no, no those hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
I'm going to tell you about the hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
No, no, no, no hard times
This song is for Billy Clyde Tuggel. I hope you make it to Tahiti one day.
-- Spoken:
"Play Ball!! (one, two, three, four)"
"Where's my per diem? (Ladies and gentlemen, the Carl Reiner Band)"
"Hey Bobby, where's the keys to the rent-a-car?"
"Jimmy, Jimmy, can I open the show in Atlanta please?"
"Warning! Don't ever start a band!"
He worked hard all year, just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modelin', she can't get away from a phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, "Down there there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin'
He'll try the service in a day maybe two
Well he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground
Makin' points with the stewardess high over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancin' and dinin'
It seems neither has that much to lose
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell nobody's perfect would you like to play?
I feel together today
Well now that's just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singin' and orderin' drinks
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
I don't care what they say (I don't care)
He's goin' back to New York pack it up and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Ah, Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And if it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
Time for to play
I need time for to play
Time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique
She wore geckos around 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 in the rain
She'd excite us with a legend that the Africans told
About a red iguanna who turned lava into gold
We'd mount an expedition headin' up into the bay
Superstitious children playing pirate for the day
Off to see the lizard, off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Being rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs
But 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've got to face your fears
I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the tree
I heard in the songline of the Aborigine
Off to see the lizard, off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja 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, yeah, yeah
I got problems with my brain underneath my curls
Problems with Loraine all the other girls
Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flys
If you think this sounds confusing you should see it through my eyes
Dancin', dancin', dancin' through my eyes
I'm turnin' off the waterfall the tourists can go home
I feel it time to travel take time to write a poem
Time to seek some therapy I'm going walkabout
Answers are the easy part, questions raise the doubt
Off to see the lizard, off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
I've given my life for songs that I sing
As a matter of fact, I've given everything
But time has come to not make a sound
Time has come to lay my burden down
Ohhh wo, ohhh wo
It's come from behind, and now is the time
for the last line.
I've managed to keep some friends on my side
And lived through the time of rumors and lies
But now is the time to rest my heart
Let some other innocent fool take my part
Ohh wo, ohh wo
It's come from behind, and now is the time
for the last line.
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
The tour bus passed here yesterday
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard
The hang out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round they brought back
Four new groupies and a St. Bernard
We're peaceful and abiding cats some call Gypsies
Some call brats but bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled sir I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our St. Bernard
It didn't have a tag y'all
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'Til we both turn blue mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
All we was doin' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
-- Spoken (Dialogue)
"Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago. Fixed up that little cabin on the ridge. They really them long hairs? Well, Homer seen 'em. Homer seen how long it was. Still reckon I seen it. They a bunch of weirdos. One of them had a little instrument looked like a mandolin. Why Lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter. Well. Homer, turn that radio down."
By Jimmy Buffett, 1997
The Gull Reef Club's former handyman, Hippolyte Lamartine, could fix everything and keep the place running no matter what. Sheila knows Hippolyte, and she gets him to come back and take over. Hippolyte is solving all problems and things are looking up, so Norman sings this jolly song about his wonderful handyman. Then it turns out that Hippolyte is a homicidal maniac, which creates difficulties.
Ensemble
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
Got the Gull Reef Club sparkling and clean
Bravo bon travou Mr. Martine
Who patch the hole in the cistern wall
Hippolyte
Who solved my problems one and all
Hippolyte
A genie in a bottle twenty feet tall
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
How come mine host is sitting pretty
A cistern full of water and shekels in the kitty
A million miles away from nasty New York City
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Get back to work
Or he'll chop you like sardines
Merci Hippolyte
Lamartine
Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
There's the dirt in the skies of the city
Well they say the proximity warps their minds
'Til they're shooting one another just pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set it's a pity
Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
When I finally came
There's some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty
Well they weren't much different than we might act
If there was that many others stacked and closely packed
It's an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
"I'd like to do a song that was written about a good friend of mine down in Key West, Florida, where I spend a little bit of time. This particular friend of mine ran a bar in Key West for a long time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives to politicians and elected our favorite bartender mayor. Our mayor's name is Captain Tony Tarascino, has a little place called Captain Tony's Saloon where we wrote a little song called Last Mango in Paris, not to be confused with that movie by a similar title."
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to the many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
An' talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away
For the captain and the kid
His world had gone from sailin' ships
To rakin' mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard
We both were growin' older then
Wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steered
He died about a month ago
While winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud
To love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now
A place he outta be
With one hand on the starboard rail
He's wavin' back at me
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to his many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
Talk of things he did
The world was just a day away
For the captain and the kid
For the captain
And this kid
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to the many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
An' talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away
For the captain and the kid
His world had gone from sailin' ships
To rakin' mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard
We both were growin' older then
Wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steered
He died about a month ago
While winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud
To love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now
A place he outta be
With one hand on the starboard rail
He's wavin' back at me
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to his many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
Talk of things he did
The world was just a day away
For the captain and the kid
For the captain
And this kid
Sheila
You got to get rid of Dat fat person man
Send him to French Guiana China or Japan
Get him off of dis island
Ders no reconcilin' Da rumours have already spread
He don't leave dis island
He lose his head
I can't help it I just tell the truth
Norman
Now Sheila I can't do that
Try and understand
He's not just some drunk asshole
He's my money man
He's got banks in Nebraska
And mines in Alaska
His childish ways can be misread
Sheila
I'll say it one more time sir
He lose his head I can't help it,
I just tell the truth
Norman
Now Lester's really harmless
Sheila
But Hippolyte's a threat
Norman
Whole life here in Kinja
Rests on this Tilson fete
I can't have a beheading
Or any blood letting
Oh Sheila tell me what to do
Sheila
Stick to do dat fat person
Like you be glue
Norman
I will keep him on the beach at the barbeque
Lester
I can't help it
I just tell the truth
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
Moonlight and Magnolias
Starlight in your hair
All the world, a dream-come-true
Did it really happen?
Was I really there?
Was I really there with you?
We lived our little drama,
We kissed and a feel a while
And stars fell on Alabama that night.
I can't forget the glamour
Your eyes held onto the light
and stars fell on Alabama last night.
I never planned in my imagination
A situation so heavenly
Our very land that no one else could enter
and in the center just you and me
Hear my heart beat like a hammer
My arms wrapped around you tight
And stars fell on Alabama last night.
I never planned in my imagination
A situation so heavenly
Our very land that no one else could enter
And in the center just you and me
Hear my heart beat like a hammer
My arms wrapped around you tight
A star fell on Alabama last night
((One more time boys))
Yes we lived our little drama
We kissed on the dune so what
And stars fell on Alabama last night.
I must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling quite a bit
South of the border where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend
They tell you they just want to be your friend
I left for Tampico last July
I jumped off that boat I almost died
There to greet us were pretty senioritas
I swore that I would not go home them
All those lovely ladies were my friends
All those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend
Como estas, Senorita?
That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
You see I was drinkin' doubles
Causin' lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
And said if you come back we just may not be your friend
I don't want to see you around here again
You come back next time we may not pretend
Hi Dee Ho Boys!
Open season on the open seas and
Captain says no prisoners please
Skull and crossbones on a background of black
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack
It's our job and a labor of love
Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple statement of fact
Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under
Hit us hard, took our treasure
That was the worst thing they could do
It will be our great pleasure
To take it back from that captain kangaroo
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds
It's a pirates fight we choose
No we don't want a bucket of blood
Just a cup is all we could use
Just a cup
The sails are up and the bets are down
Let's lighten up this harbor town
By hook or crook or new design
We're streakin' for that finish line
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack
It's our job and a labor of love
Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple statement of fact
Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under
We ask ourselves when we get in a fix
What would popeye do in a tight spot like this
He'd race for his true love and easily win it
In an old spinach can with a mast stuck in it
Lift us up, take us high
Time to let our spirits fly
Lift us up, take us high
Let us sail until we die
Lift us up, take us high
Let us float above the foam
Let our sails fill the sky
We are takin' our sweet treasure home
Take it back
We're takin' it back
Take it back!
I've got your picture, you gave to me
And it's signed, "With love" just like it used to be
Only thing different, only thing new
I've got your picture, she's got you
I've got the records we used to share
And they still sound the same when you were here
Only thing different, only thing new
I've got your records, he's got you
I've got your memory or has it got me
Really don't know but I know it won't let me be
Won't let me be
I've got your memory or has it got me
Really don't know but I know it won't let me be
Won't let me be
I've got your class ring that proves you care
And it still looks the same as when you gave it, dear
Only thing different, only thing new
I've got your class ring, he's got you
Only thing different, only thing new
I've got your picture, who's got you
Who's got you, who's got you, who's got you, who's got you?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, who's got you?
He or she? Gender bender to me
I play the stereo loud
When I'm away from the maddening crowd
Smokin', jokin', clowns we all are
Sometimes I kinda get real ill
When I receive my monthly telephone bill
But you say it and I'll pay it
'Cause it helps me to
[Chorus:]
Survive stay alive
'Til I see you again
Survive stay alive
Can't say where it ends
Clouds lift and there are mountains below
Been a while since I've seen any snow
Chillin' so thrillin' so good to be back
Feels nice to be home for a while
Let's sip champagne til we break into smiles
We'll go dancin' romancin'
'Cause your the reason I
Survived stayed alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
When 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 stay alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
Until it all ends
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
Survive stay alive
Till I see you again
Ramadan is over,
The new moon's shown her face,
I'm halfway round the planet,
In a most unlikely place.
Following my song line
Past bamboo shacks and shops
Behind a jitney packed like sardines,
With bananas piled on top.
I ran away from politics,
It's too bizarre at home.
Away I flew, tuned into Blue
'Maybe Amsterdam or Rome'
Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this job so.
So while I make my move
On the big board game
Up and down a Spanish highway,
Some things remain the same.
Girls meet boys
and the boys tease girls
I'm heading out this morning,
For the Far Side of the World.
Oh I believe in song lines
Obvious and not
I'd ridden them like camels
To some most peculiar spots.
They run across the oceans
Through mountains and saloons
And tonight out to the dessert
Where I sit atop this dune.
I was destined for this vantage point
Which is so far from the Sea
I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery
From Paris to Tunisia
Casablanca to Dakar
I was riding long before I flew
Through the wind and sand and stars.
Caravan
Ride that hump
And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps
Sleeping bags and battle flags
Are coiled and furled
That's the way you travel
To the far side of the world!
A Sunset framed by lightening bolts
Burns a lasting memory
And a string of tiny twinkling lights
adorn the sausage tree.
While the embers from the log fire
Flicker, fly, and twirl
Then drift off toward the cosmos
From the Far Side of the World.
Well it's Christmas and my birthday
and so to that extent
The Masai not the wise men
Are circling my tent.
I teach them how to play guitar
They show me how to dance
We have rum from the Caribbean
And Burgundy from France.
New Year's Eve in Zanzibar
With Babu and his boys
High up on the rooftop
You can relish all the noise.
They are dancing on the tables
People bouncing like gazelles
Two 0-0-1 is ushered in
With air raid horns and bells.
Time to sing time to dance
Living out my second chance.
Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.
Back at home, it's afternoon
Six thousand miles away.
I will still be there when I get through
Attending this soiree
There are jobs and chores and questions
And plates I need to twirl,
But tonight I'll take my chances,
On the Far Side of the World.
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.
I remember that steamer
The time you set sail
The crowd was steamin', streamin' and leanin' on the rail
Then the big whistle blew
And I lost my place
Next thing I knew
I could not find your face
I can see myself dramin'
The time you came home
Your face was beamin', seemin'
To stand out alone
The dinner bell chimed
And I found my seat
When your eyes met mine
Your smile was so sweet
[Instrumental]
I remember that river
First time we made love
Oh I still kinda shiver a little
At what I'm thinkin' of
How your dress it just floated
All down around your knees
And I held my breath my God, my girl
But most of all it's that steamer
The time you set sail
And the crowds always steamin', streamin' and
Leanin' on the rail
Then the big whistle blows
And I always lose my place
Next thing I know
I cannot find your face
Just a semi normal person
Thought he had the future planned
Then he won some silly sweepstakes
Now he had a hundred grand
Never stopped to think of taxes
He was gone before they knew
With a flair for old romantics
To the Orient he flew
When they fueled in Papeete
Place a call to Big Mamou
With an honest explanation
Just to tell the whole damn truth
It's his one chance in a million
Who'd deny the simple fact
Twas no use to talk it over
He'd be home when he got back
Now he's somewhere over China
Lookin' down on all the trails
On the mountains lookin' back at him
It's a real live fairy tale
Put a little distance
Between causes and effects
Like a day old fortune cookie
Askin' who or what comes next
What the hell did Marco Polo think
When he ran into the wall
Or the crazy flying tigers
Doin' spins and loops and stalls
Just a taste for something different
Perking up a boring day
Now our man from Louisiana
Feels exactly the same way
They're all somewhere over China
Shanghai or old Peking
On a plane or a boat in an envelope
Real adventure has it's ring
Just to put a little distance
Between fact and fantasy
Still six thousand miles away from
where I really want to be
How I would love to drive the shuttle
Just to feel the engines roar
And to operate the levers
That control the payload doors
I could buzz the Himalayas
Barrel roll above Hong Kong
Set her down in San Francisco
To the clanging of the gong
We're all somewhere over China
Headin' east of headin' west
Takin' time to live a little
Flying so far from the nest
Just to put a little distance
Between causes and effects
Like an ancient fortune teller
Knowin' who and what comes next
A million to one
That's what our folks think about this love of ours
A million to one
They say that our love will fade like yesterday's flowers
They're betting everything that our love won't survive
They're hoping (hoping) in time we'll forget
Each others' lies.
A million to one
They feel we're too young to know the meaning of love
A million to one
That they've forgotten the dreams that we're dreaming of
But we'll forgive them because we love them
After all is said and done
Dear one, in a million, a million to one
(But we'll forgive them because we love them)
After all is said and done
Dear one, in a million, a million to one.
By: Jimmy Buffett
1971
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
And Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever
Thinks about the tears his woman cried
Now Holly won't you let me
Try and make you smile
Now you loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile
Wrote he had to see the the country
On starry nights he wished that you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares
It's crazy and it's different
But it's really being free
And reasons the world would want to question
Make sense to you and me
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
The snow's about to fall
Silver wings shinin' in the sunlight
Roarin' engines headed somewhere in flight
They're takin' you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fadin' out of sight
Don't leave me, I'll cry
Don't take that airplane ride
But you locked me out of your mind
Left me standin' here behind
Silver wings shinin' in the sunlight
Roarin' engines headed somewhere in flight
They're takin' you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fadin' out of sight
Don't leave me, I'll cry
Don't take that airplane ride
But you locked me out of your mind
Left me standin' here behind
Silver wings shinin' in the sunlight
Roarin' engines headed somewhere in flight
They're takin' you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fadin' out of sight
They're sending the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in Pacific they say he was the best
Now he's in his 'civies' headin' home like all the rest
He'll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He'll only have the memories
Or great books by James Jones
'Cause they're sending the old man home
Far away
Far away
Another life so very far away
They'll tear down the officers clubs
And write off the overdue subs
So let's drink to their memories
Our heroes and our pals
To those crazy navy flyers
To those swell Hawaiian gals
The sailors will dance in the street
Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet
We'll only have the picture books
Of land and sea and foam
'Cause they're sending the old man home
by: Mac McAnally
with his head out the sunroof
and his heart in the right place
plan B was foolproof
he drove off to her place
he yelled out his feelings
among other stuff
it was too much tequila
or not quite enough
it was too much tequila
or not quite enough
It's a semi-true story
believe it or not
I made up a few things
and there's some I forgot
But the life and the telling
are both real to me
and they all run together
and turn out to be
a semi-true story
Well the picture is fuzzy
and the details are sorted
it was on the same day that God's Own Drunk was recorded
A walking tall sheriff and a big cadillac
and me and golf shoes on the hood making tracks
this daring young singer was under attack
It's a semi-true story
believe it or not
I made up a few things
and there's some I forgot
But the life and the telling
are both real to me
and they all run together
and turn out to be
a semi-true story
Well the things that I've lived
and I've dreamed
and I've seen
and I've heard
You'll take the good with the bad
and be glad that every word
It's a semi-true story
believe it or not
I made up a few things
and there's some I forgot
But the life and the telling
are both real to me
and they run like the rain
all the way to the sea
semi-true stories
I cut my teeth on Gumbo rock
Benny Stillman and Dr. John
Sweet Erma Thomas and Frogman Henry
Used to boogie woogie all night long
Though I love rock n' roll, the acoustic guitar
Was the only way I had of becomin' a star
I'm doin' really nice, travellin' around
But they won't play my record in my old home town
If I had saxophones
Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If I had saxophones
I could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.J.
Livin' by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion
To take my Janey downtown
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it "Shipwreck Lounge"
Well, we get kind of drunk and we play rock n' roll
Grabbin' everybody right down in his soul
When we get to cookin' somethin's still wrong
There's still somethin' missin' from them good ole songs
But if we had saxophones
Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could make that joint shimmy like a big California earthquake
Yeah, if we had saxophones
Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
And Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever
Thinks about the tears his woman cried
Now Holly won't you let me
Try and make you smile
Now you loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile
Wrote he had to see the the country
On starry nights he wished that you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares
It's crazy and it's different
But it's really being free
And reasons the world would want to question
Make sense to you and me
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
The snow's about to fall
(Marvin Brode & Johnny Marks)
Out of all the reindeer, you know you're the mastermind
Run run Rudolph Vixen can't be far behind
Run run Rudolph Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run Rudolph spinning like a merry go round
Said Santa to the boy child what would you be longing for
All I want for Christmas is a rock and roll electric guitar
Then away went Rudolph streaking like a shooting star
Run run Rudloph Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run Rudolph spinning like a merry go round
(go go go)
Said Santa to the girl child what would you be pleased most to get
A little Barbie doll that can cry sleep drink and wet
Then away went Rudolph streaking like a Citation jet
Run run Rudolph Santa got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the interstate down
Run run Rudolph spinning like a merry go round
... round round round round round
Run run Rudolph Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run Rudolph spinning like a merry go round
I don't know if I was dreamin' I don't know if it was real
Everything was movin' and yet everything was still
People came from everywhere and no one felt the chill
That lingered in the valley down by Reggabilly Hill
They came across the water they came across the sand
Everyone was singing Oh you should of heard the band
A song in adoration of the everlasting will
That gathered them together there on Reggabilly Hill
Ocean deep mountain high
And a river of blood flowed down
Pourin' out from a wound that would not heal
So always and forever we'll remember how it feels
The ones who had it all and the ones who'd made a name
Were walkin' side by side with the naked and the lame
Hungry little children ate until they had their fill
Then they tumbled through the clover down on Reggabilly Hill
Ocean deep mountain high
And a river of blood flowed down
Pourin' out from a wound that would not heal
So always and forever we'll remember how it feels
On top of the hill they were dancin' through a fire
Whirl away the sorrow as you move a little higher
Slowly makin' circles through the purple sky until
You could barely see 'em wavin' there on Reggabilly Hill
Ocean deep mountain high
And a river of blood flowed down
Pourin' out from a wound that would not heal
So always and forever we'll remember how it feels
Ridin' in Style By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instrumental
Richard frost
By: jimmy buffett
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that’s where he changed his name
Now he plays a little tavern all the drunks say he’s a star
Hollywood forgot his number now he’s stuck in kelly’s bar
But is he happy my friend
Or does he pretend?
Is every song a routine chore?
Well he every decide
To go and not hide
Behind his fear and kelly’s backstage door
Richard frost draws 90 people and on weekends lines grow long
Singing loud and laughing with them the crowd reacts to every song
Bigger worlds (? ) can’t help but make you more aware of what you see
Afraid of what’s beyond just eyesight keeps the worlds in harmony
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Island Fever
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...
Sanders
Mr Paperman, go home. Listen to me. Pretend you had a nightmare, and woke up. This island is a hoodoo, there's death in it, and this is just the beginning. Give it up. Whatever you've invested, forget it and go back to New York. Go home.
Norman
I felt the ground shake
I'm out of water
Critical picture
But things ain't that bad
We could be living
In Communist China
Wearing pajamas
And shouting comrade
I'll fix the Gull Reef
It will be my salvation
We're only talking
A few renovations
Goodbye to public relations
It ain't what I do
Goodbye forever to public relations
Public relations no longer my fate
This is my life and this is my island
Starting life over is never to (sic) late
[Speaks, to Sheila]
Get Hippolyte!
The five o'clock Friday blows
I let it go
I got to let it go
I put on my weekend clothes
Turn on the rock n' roll
Throw all our cares away
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
Classy little white and red turns everybody's head
My baby meets me at the Five and Dime
She's always right on time
We roll all our cares away
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
Cruise across the county line
A little dance and dine
A drive in picture show
And when the midnight's comin' down
We're headin' back to town
She lets her lovin' show
Feels like we're the only ones to see the morning sun
Sleepin' thru the afternoon and risin' with the moon
Oh don't the stars look bright
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
We'll throw all our cares away
I live for that ragtop day
When I pay my bills
Gonna leave these Tennessee hills
Take my lady to the sea
That's where we both come from
That's where we both belong
Think I'll go back to the Keys.
[Chorus:]
'Cause I don't want the thing that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings.
Somehow we survived the double talk and jive
Things are looking better all the time
I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand
The simple way that we should live our lives.
[Chorus]
Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat
And there's plenty of that down there by the sea
Well, we're sailing in those warm December breezes
Sendin' picture post cards back to Tennessee.
[Chorus]
Don't break my heart again
Let it in
You don't love me
Don't make me start again
This achin' in my heart
Don't make me hope again
Knowin' when
You've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again
Don't give me hope
And take it away
'Cause I'll show my weakness
And beg you to stay
Don't give me somethin'
To build all around
And just for a thrill
You tear it all down
Don't make me dream again
It's a sin to make love to me
And then just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again
Don't give me hope
And take it away
'Cause I'll show my weakness
And beg you to stay
Don't give me somethin'
To build all around
And just for a thrill
You tear it all down
Don't make me hope again
Knowin' when
You've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you switch from sail to steam
In your belly you can hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dreams, most of 'em dreams
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
But I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
Made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends
"Nice to see all of our friends every year. Thank you
friends."
Now I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
And I still could manage a smile
Sure takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've found
Occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
Feel like I've drowned, but I won't wear a frown
Feel like I've drowned, I'm gonna go check out
Peachtree Street somewhere downtown
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Merry Christmas, Alabama
Merry Christmas, Tennessee
Merry Christmas, Louisiana
To St. Barth's and the Florida Keys
Merry Christmas, Mississippi
Where I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone
And Merry Christmas, Colorado
Though far from you all I have roamed
'Tis the season to remember
All the faces and the places that were home
'Tis the season to remember
And to count up all the ports of call I've known
And to thank his mercies tender
For I'm never far from home
Merry Christmas to my saints and guardian angels
Who protect me as I roam
All the faces and the places that were home
Guess my life's moved at near light speed
Since I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone
'Tis the season to remember
That we're never far from home
Merry Christmas, Everyone
She was no marine back from the Philippines
She was their pride and job, their incarnation.
Her parents viewed the chief
With shock and disbelief
Looking for some other explanation.
The Indian, her back was poised for an attack.
She said 'a tattoo is a badge of validation'.
But the truth of the matter is far more revealing.
It's a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Amnesic episodes that never go away.
It's no complex memento, it's no subtle revealing.
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Vegas in the rain, drunk on cheap champagne
He hears out of tune synthesized chapel bells
Painfully ringing.
Where's his limo ride? Who's this foreign bride?
Is this really Elvis spinning round the ceiling?
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling,
Forgotten fabrications in the chapels of love.
What is this ring on his finger? Why is he kneeling?
She's just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Chromosomes and genes, spawn these fateful scenes.
Evolution can be mean, there's no 'dumb ass' vaccine.
Blame your DNA, you're a victim of your fate.
It's human nature to miscalculate.
To make up for the fight they go out for the night.
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll seems like the easiest answer.
But a short nine months later, there's no way of concealing,
That permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Amnesic episodes that never go away.
Complex mementos, not subtle revealings.
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Lookin' back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars
Spendin' it all on draft
We were hungry hard luck heroes
Tryin' just to stay alive
So we'd go down to the corner grocery
This is how we'd survive.
[Chorus:]
Who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get a can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the racks
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the Mini-Mart back
Yes Sir, yes Sir
We would pay the Mini-Mart back.
It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch the big round mirror
And I'd fill up my coat
Then we'd head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer
Into the car got to make it on home
'Cause supper time is gettin' near.
[Chorus]
I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I have had my share
It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now
But I don't wanna go back there
So every now and then when I'm in a grocery
I'll take a little but not much
'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya
And I don't want to lose my touch.
[Chorus]
Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it's pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long
The days drip slowly on the page
And you catch yourself
Pacing the cage
I've proved who I am so many times,
The magnetic strip's worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And everyone was taken in.
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage.
I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything.
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It's as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you'll wind up
Pacing the cage
Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can't see what's round the bend.
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend.
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land,
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage...
I went out fishing on a sandy beach
Cast my line out as far as it would reach
Looking for something from the frying pan
I kick back with a beer in my hand
I must've got a big one cause it's bending my pole
I'm having to fight just to keep my hold
It could be a whale (oh) God only knows
Whatever it is it's not wearing any clothes
[Chorus:]
She's larger than life
Made from holy water
She's covered in green
She's got little scales upon her
She's larger than life
She's a mermaid in the night
She's got a set of gills, like no fish I've ever seen
Long blonde hair and a tail in between
I'm in love ith a creature from the sea
And she's bringin' out the crustacean in me
Her voice is a temptation it's a siren song
When we kiss there could be no wrong
I ask her to marry me, to be my wife
And we could do the backstroke for the rest of our lives
[Chorus]
She's larger than life
Made from holy water
She's covered in green
She's got little scales upon her
She's larger than life
She's a mermaid in the night
By: jimmy buffett, mac mcanally
Lindbergh left long island in 1927
He thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens.
When he returned to earth that night
Everything had changed
For the pilot and the planet
Everything was rearranged
We’re a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beings
It’s written on our rocketships
And in early cave wall scenes
How does it happen?
How do we know?
Who sits and watches?
Who does the show?
Some people love to lead
Some refuse to dance
Some people play it safely
Others take a chance
Still, it’s all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls
Now elvis was the only man
From north east mississippi
Who could shake his hips
And still be loved by
Rednecks, cops and hippies
It’s something more than dna
That tells us who we are
Its method and magic
We are of the stars
Some never fade away
Some crash and burn
Some make the world go round
Others watch it turn
Still, it’s all a mystery,
This place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls
One Particular Harbour
By: Jimmy Buffett, Bobby Holcomb
1983
For Marius Skatelborough
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
Ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
(pan solo)
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Lakes below the mountain
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei, hey now, hey now, hey now
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua [Bounty of the land is exhausted]
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie [But there's still abundance in the sea]
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Timothy B. Schmit and The Chorale Epherona
Additional Percussion and Congas: Errol "Crusher" Bennett
Pahue and Toere Drums: Jimmy Buffett, Jim Shea, and Sam Clayton (The
Boom Boom Boys)
Language is Tahitian
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
Ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
(pan solo)
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Lakes below the mountain
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei, hey now, hey now, hey now
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua [Bounty of the land is exhausted]
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie [But there's still abundance in the sea]
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie
(Jesse Winchester)
Life is much too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea is too strong
I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue North
In a small suburban garden
Not a single neighbor knows our name
I know the woman wishes we would move somewhere
Where the houses aren't all the same
Jimmy, I wish you would take me
Where the grass is greener
I really couldn't say where it may be
Somewhere up high on a mountain top
Or down by the deep blue sea
And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze
One day I'll soon be a grandpa
All the pretty girls will call me "sir,"
Now, where they're asking me how things are
Soon they'll ask me how things were
Well, I don't mind being a longboarding grandpa
If you'll be my awsome grandma
I suggest we have a little cool conch salad
In the shade down in old Nassau
And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze
Life is much too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila
Others figure tea is too strong
I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue North
Yea, me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie
You can throw your luggage down
Lose your cool and stamp around
But there's nothin, nothin you can do
Wipe away your girlfriend's tears
Go to the bar and have some beers
There ain't no way the bird's gettin through
No plane on Sunday
Maybe be one come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it's all you can do
till they get through
Overheard the engineer
Say somethin' 'bout the landing gear
Now we're runnin' strictly on island time
I know you got someone back home
So do I it's tough alone
Awh come on, it's just a minor crime
No plane on Sunday
Check it again come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it's 'bout all you can do
Baby it's true
We shouldn't spend these precious hours tryin' to figure this out
We don't know where the story ends
Let's don't go back to just being friends
So they went walkin' on the beach
Quarter moon within their reach
So they stole it and tucked it in their hearts
That's when they heard the engines hum
And realized the dawn had come
It was over, over from the start
No plane on Sunday
Just another lonely Monday
Awh make the best of a bad situation's
'Bout all you can do
Baby it's true
Oh-oh-oh-oh baby it's true
Oh-oh-oh-oh baby what's new
Oh-oh-oh-oh baby what's new
Meanwhile down on Biel Street
Drinking in a Biel Street bar
There's a fog rolling off the Mississippi
Has anybody seen Arkansas?
And the deckhands from the tollboats
Come ashore wearing Mexican shoes
Oh, they headed strait for Graceland
Was the first thing they wanted to do
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Southern belles and Senoritas
All sportin' Blue suede shoes
Porkpie hats and sombreros
Hangin on a downtown street
Swingin pool cues at pinatas
Don't that river smell sweet?
And they all come to get'm some Memphis
A little somethin' for their souls
Jumper cables and limos
Hell, they all came to rock and roll
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Southern belles and Senoritas
All sportin Blue suede shoes
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Southern belles and Senoritas
All sportin Blue suede shoes
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what Bwana Jim say
He say its ok, it's ok
You can do what you wanna
Do what you like
Twist a big ol' number
Ride a motorbike
It's alright, It's alright
Dance to the drum
Drink a lot of rum
Love till you come to a stop
Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree
Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea
Sing it's alright, it's alright
[Spoken:]
'How does Fred Neil do it? Come on Jay Spell'
You know people in the city got nowhere to go
They used to go to bars now they go to Discos
No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no)
They never see the sun
They hardly see the moon
They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in June
Uptight, It's out of sight
So they save a little money
Take a little trip
They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship
Buy a little liquor
Buy some sea shells
Husband tries to sleep
Wife just yells
Morris, you can sleep when you get home
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what Biwana man say
He say its ok, it's ok
It's alright, it's alright
Do what you wanna, do what you like
Creola in my soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola
Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
Fall in love romancing the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me
I remember as a child all the happiness and smiles
That flowed around my grandma's Sunday table
While Auntie Mae was sayin' grace
Papa T would sneak a taste
And catch a funny look from my cousin Mabel
Then daddy'd beat the drum
The old folks start to hum
Sing the only songs that we all know
Ambiance so fine, dancin' drinkin' wine
Sing about the lifestyle on the bayou
Creola in my soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola
Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
Fall in love romancin' the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me
It's in the mood, it's in the blood
It's in the food, it's in the mud
It's a spicy kind of life
Cre-o-la
It's in the mood, it's in the blood
It's in the food, it's in the mud
Creola, Creola, Creola for me
Well the years have come and gone
Still the old song lingers on
I keep it in my heart with fond affection
Like the family good luck charm
That keeps away the harm
Creola's always there for my protection
Creola, good for your soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola
Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
You fall in love ramancin' the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me
One day you'll be glad I came around
I may be the best thing you have found Ain't much you can count on in this town
I swear I'm speaking from my heart
And I want let you down
My love is guaranteed
You're never going to see the end of me
I've got all you need
Like a ginsu knife or a bamboo steamer
Late night TV hawk-eyed screamer
You'll be the coffee I'll be the creamer
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaranteed
I just do my best to stay alive
Got a junked out car but you should see me drive
Racing down St. Charles Avenue
Ain't got much but what I got
Will sure be good for you
My love is guaranteed
You're never going to see the end of me
I've got all you need
Like a ginsu knife or a bamboo steamer
Late night TV hawk-eyed screamer
You'll be the coffee I'll be the creamer
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaranteed
Flyin' down the highway of my dreams
You will find my crazy love
Is always what it seems
My love is guaranteed
You're never going to see the end of me
I've got all you need
Like a ginsu knife or a bamboo steamer
Late night TV hawk-eyed screamer
You'll be the coffee I'll be the creamer
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaranteed
I'm money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaran...
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaranteed
Middle of the Night
-------------------
by Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Art Neville and Michael Utley
Chorus 1:
Middle of the night
Hold on till morning
We will see the light
Love is spawning
Middle of the night
Hold on forever
We will get it right
All together
When will we listen
When will we ever learn
Read all about it
This tide has got to turn
Chorus 1:
Old folks and babys
Crying in the storm
I try to tell them
Soon they'll be safe and warm
Chorus 1:
Bridge:
Lord let us out of this hall full of mirrors
Make it all clearer
Don't let is fall
In the middle of the night
Chorus 2:
Middle of the night
New voices calling
Saying it's alright
I'm not falling
Middle of the night
Halfway till morning
Middle of my life
New days dawning
Chorus 1:
Chorus 2:
Chorus 1:
- Patrick E. Fleming ---------------------------------------------------------
- Department of Chemistry ------------ Some things are still a mystery to me -
- Ohio Wesleyan University ----------- While others are much too clear! ------
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
Take my hand, don't turn away
You've been sitting there all night long
I know that something must be wrong
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
A new moon has come out to play
Take my hand, step outside
These doors and windows open wide
The stars are out and shining, hear the south wind sighing
It'll be okay
Let the breeze caress you,
violin undress your heart
On va danser
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
It will soon be the break of day
We all have so little time
Oh won't you put your hand in mine
The stars are out and shining, hear the south wind sighing
It'll be okay
Let the breeze caress you,
violin undress your heart
I swear, on va danser
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
A new moon has come out to play
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser
It will soon be the break of day
On va danser
On va danser
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser
Madamoiselle, voulez vous danser
Danser
We all have so little time
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil
Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue
Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
When I woke up this morning
I was tired as I could be
I think I was counting my money
When I should have been counting sheep
My agent he just called me
and told me what I should be
If I would make my music for money
Instead of making music for me
[Chorus:]
I said I know that this may sound funny
But money don't mean nothin' to me
I won't make my music for money, no
I'm gonna make my music for me
He said that people only buy the love songs.
Rock and roll is not too long
He said son you got to be commercial
If you want to turn the people on.
And I said turning on the people
Now that's a beautiful place to be
But if I spend my time makin' memorable rhyme
Well who's gonna turn on me?
[Chorus]
Well now, I went up the country
And I'll tell you all about the scene
I found a place with much charm and much grace
That was untouched by the music machine
Well the people where havin' a good time
Makin' music all day long
And nobody cared if they ever got paid
One penny for playin' a song
[Chorus]
by: Peter Mayer and Roger Guth
Woke up just the other day
fell out of bed and my dog ran away
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 days
(chorus)
I got a roof over my head
someone to love me in a 4 poster bed and
I can play this here guitar and
Thank my lucky stars
Politicians speak and it makes me ill
People are dying just for a thrill
maybe it's just evolution gone astray
The climate's too hot, music's gotten cold
I'm living like a health nut but I still grow old
you do what you can on the edge of the Milky Way
(chorus)
gonna thank my lucky stars
wrapped up in the problems of the day
just remember there's no rewind and no replay
so don't you worry cause it ain't gonna fix a thing
(harp)
Woke up just the other day
Thought that maybe I'd be ok
Cause the story I'm been getting ain't written anywhere
(chorus)
gonna thank my lucky stars
(chorus)
gonna thank my lucky stars
Thank you stars
By Jimmy Buffett, 1996
Jimmy Buffett explores new creative ground here, putting the two-hundred year history of Amerigo, a fictitious Caribbean island, into a Calypso number, and framing it into another song, The Legend of Norman Paperman, the theme of the show. The principal singer is the Governor of the island, and the key characters of the show sing verses about the history.
Narrator
Kinja was the name of the island when it was British. The actual name was King George The Third Island, but the islanders shortened that to Kinja. Now the name in the maps and the guidebooks is Amerigo, but everybody who still lives there still calls it Kinja. The United States acquired the island peaceably in 1940 as part of the shuffling of old destroyers and Caribbean real estate that went on between Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Churchill. The details of the transaction were and are vague to the inhabitants. The West Indian is not exactly hostile to change, but he's not much inclined to believe in it. Meantime in a fashion Amerigo is getting Americanized. The inflow of cash is making everyone more prosperous. Most Kinjans go along cheerily with this explosion of American energy in the Caribbean. To them it seems like a new harmless and apparently endless Carnival.
Sanders
Have you ever dreamed of escaping from your dull existence to a new life on a tropical island? Our story is about a man who did it - a real person, whose true adventure has become a legend here in the Caribbean. Welcome one and all to THE LEGEND OF NORMAN PAPERMAN.
Ensemble
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll share
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Is it a dream or a nightmare
Women
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll tell
Men
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell.
Sanders [Sings]
Kinja's the name of the island
It's been Kinja for over two hundred years
But remember paradise
Doesn't come without a price
Let me make that abundantly clear
Kinja, our beautiful island
In a windward archipeligo
We've been English, French and Dutch
Never seemed to matter much
Now we're officially Amerigo
Ensemble
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Sheila, chef at the Gull Reef Club)
Sheila
Our ancestors came in the slave ships
To work for the privileged few
Who wore Paris fashions
and lived in pink mansions
While we huddled in shacks of bamboo
Den da sugar beet bring us our freedom
With the help of our God we got through
Insurrection, beheadin's, funerals and weddin's
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
Chorus
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Gilbert, gondolier of the Gull Reef Club)
Gilbert
Mr. Churchill had to get some destroyers
To put old hitler six feet below
FDR he pulled a nifty
Got our island for just fifty
And do limeys dey pack up and go
We dance through the streets in celebration
Da fireworks dey light up da sky
We got hotdogs and highways
Got Fords and Chevrolets
Not to mention the Forth of July
Ensemble
Not to mention the Forth of July
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Senator Pullman, the island's big enchilada)
Senator Pullman
Now the Yankees, they come wid der dollars
It's a beehive of activity
Sell dem crawfish and rum
Keep dem dizzy and numb
Oh we're liken' this prosperity
We got new holidays for celebration
We got new laws, but no one complies
We got crawfish and mangos
Calypso and tangos
Ahhh, but we short on our watah supply
Ensemble
Mighty short on our watah supply
We got the Carnival
We love the Carnival
The Kinja Carnival
Carnival
We got the Carnival
Don't Stop The Carnival
We love the Carnival
And our story begins
Dis is da legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from de tropics we'll tell
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell!
The legend of - NORMAN PAPERMAN
L'air de la Louisianne
By: Jesse Winchester
1974
[ The Louisiana Air ]
Jesse Winchester sang this song many years ago as an opening act for us and I've always wanted to do it. To be able to sing it with James Taylor and Timothy B. Schmit was as much a treat for me as I hope it is for you.
Se promenant dans un bois de la vieille Louisianne
Les ombres s'allongent nos pas silents l'air de la Louisianne
Toi et moi ne parlant pas en sucant de la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en l'air de la Louisianne
Se promenant dans un bois de la vieille Louisianne
Les ombres s'allongent nos pas silents l'air de la Louisianne
Toi et moi ne parlant pas en sucant de la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en l'air de la Louisianne
Pour un instant je suis content en l'air de la Louisianne
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the dame
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces.
[Chorus:]
And I have found me a home
Yes, I have found me a home
And you can have the rest of everything I own
'Cause I have found me a home.
My old red bike
Gets me around
To the bars and the beaches of my town
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace.
And the ladies aren't demanding there
They never ask too much
And when you're coming off a cold love
That's sure a nice warm touch.
[Chorus]
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace
Yes, I have found me a home.
Livington's Gone To Texas
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
Nothin' is different
Nothin' has changed at all
Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever
Thinks about the tears his woman cried
Now honey, won't you let me
Try and make you smile
You loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile
Wrote he had to see the country
On starry nights he wished you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares
And nothin' is different
Nothin' has changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
The snow's about to fall
Livingston Saturday Night
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight
You take a few tokes make you feel alright
Rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night
Pickup's washed and you just got paid
With any luck at all you might even get laid
'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night
So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool
Hittin' on the honeys right outta high school
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(alright Timmy...)
Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(where's that harpoon man...)
Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
- Notes:
Guitar solo: Tim Krekel
Harmonica solo: Fingers Taylor
They can can come take it all away
Break your heart by the light of day
Drown your love in a distant bay
So lonely
See the ship heading for the rocks
See the time melting off the clocks
There's a light shatters all the locks
And saves me
It saves me
[Chorus:]
That's why I wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes me just where I want
That's all I want La Vie Dansante
Why don't you wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That's all you'll want La Vie Dansante
Miss the beat if you close your eyes
Every night wears a new disguise
And I live when a new surprise surrenders
Feel it all with a willing heart
Every stop is a place to start
If you know how to play the part with feeling
I play with feeling
[Chorus]
Talk, talk, talk til your jowls turn blue
But you never really tell me what you're gonna do
You seem to keep it all locked up inside
I can't help but start to thinkin'
You've got something to hide
Why the pain
What's your game
You're drivin' this boy insane
Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
You bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me
So I thought I'd take you, baby, on a shopping spree
You bought a space age watch and an antique hat
Hell, now it's digital this and digital that
What a pain
Silly games
Still drivin' your man insane
Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
All I ever get is lip service from you
Oh darlin' oh darlin' (I'm through)
'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you
[Instrumental]
So listen to me baby
'gotta change your ways
Or I'm off to Pascagoula in a few more days
I'll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes
Find some other fool to man your shovel and your take
No more pain
End of game
She's constantly amazed by the blades of
the fan on the ceiling
And the funny little faces she makes
can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride through the town with the top down
Feel the warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
[Chorus:]
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning grey
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic what you gonna be?
Sometimes I catch her dreaming and wonder
where that little mind meanders
Is she down along the shore or
strolling cross the broad Savannah's
I know in time she'll learn to make up her own mind
In time she's gonna learn to fly
Oh that I won't deny
[Chorus]
It's raining it's pouring
Your old man is snoring
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
Maybe leaving's better in the afternoon
When the rain don't fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard
Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways that we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again
La La La La La La La La Laaaa
La La La La La La La La Laaaa
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
yeah
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to climb up in the tree
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to see what I can see
You know...
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
Left Me With a Nail to Drive
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
Well it's the same old story
Another mobile home broken up
Well I'm eatin' off of a paper plate
Drinkin' from a paper cup
Chorus:
She caught me with another woman
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Well she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
Chorus:
She caught me with another woman
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Well she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
Yeah she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
If they gave Olympic medals for running all-night long
I would have won them all until I turned pro
I've got miles of dedication
And a natural inclination
For a childhood game i just could not outgrow
I want to be the last man standing
People crashin' on the sofas and passed out on the floor
But the Last man standing
was sayin' bring on a little bit more
When you stop and think about
Life is still just high school
You make the same mistakes you did when you were young
Contending for the ladies' favors
Testing every single flavor
While hopelessly trying not scald your tongue
I wanna be the last man standing
Bring me the hot sauce
Bring me a beer
Gonna be the last man standing
But where do we go from here?
Gonna be the last man standing
People crashin' on the sofas and passed out on the floor
But the Last man standing
was sayin' bring on a little bit more
I might as well admit it
There's been a time or two
When I contemplate retirement for a while
But a hundred years from now
They'll still be asking how
As they gaze upon on my taxidermic smile
Want to be the last man standing
Got the devil at the crossroads, wolf at the door
But the last man standing
Is singin' bring on a little bit more
They're gonna see the last man standing
Still got a fun ticket in my hand
Gonna be the last man standing
Takin off before I land
Lorna
Mista Paper, Senator Pullman he just call.
He ask how come ya don need no watah
Norman
Don't need water!
Lorna
Well, you let the barge go by
He comin' to talk to you
Norman
Who is Senator Pullman anyway?
Why do I have to signal the barge?
Iris
Welcome to the Caribbean, put on a shirt at least.
The big enchilada is on his way
Senator Pullman
Mr. Norman Paperman, I presume?
Joinin' us in Kinja for de tourist boom?
Norman
Norman Paperman at your service.
Meeting the kingpin, I'm slightly nervous
Pullman
Mr. Paperman, I here to be your friend
But there's just certain rules here we can not bend
Paperman How about the water? My cistern's flat.
Pullman
Why sure, I come to take care of dat
Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Pullman
Now dis alien ain't bonded for no gondolier
He's bonded for GARDENER-dat why he here
De Chief of Immigration a power in dis town
Chief find out-your hotel close down
Paperman
Hereafter gardening's all he'll do I didn't know, I swear to you
Pullman
Doan' hoross yourself, it's okay mister
De Chief of Immigration-she's my sister
Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
We ain't city folks, but we ain't fools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Pullman
Stop!
Paperman
How about my water?
Pullman
Hold you hosses I come to dat
Look at da chambermaid, she mighty fat
And if dat alien have her baby here
Dat baby an AMERICAN, free and clear
De Secretary of Interior, he gonna rave
And dat baby on your record
From da cradle to da grave
Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe
Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY
Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a simple box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Paperman
I'll send her away-but this club's bone dry
Pullman
No problem, lots of watah you can buy
Paperman
Buy water, Senator?
That's your advice?
Pullman
Chief of Public Works give you a special price
Paperman
Chief of public works
Who's he-your brother?
Pullman
Ha ha, not bad she's Lorna's mother
Chorus
SO You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Paperman
Senator, I thank you.
Now one thing's clear
I've got to hire a Kinjan gondolier
Pullman
Now dat a problem-
Paperman
What's the reason
Pullman
No unemployment-it's high season
Can't hire no Kinjan to wear dis hat
Paperman
And I can't use an alien?
Pullman
Don't ask dat
Paperman
You've been a great help, sir-you've got my vote
Just tell me-who's going to row that boat?
Pullman
YOU gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
Just take it easy, play it cool
But be sure to
Paperman joins Pullman
Play by Kinja rules
Extra Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
God watches out for drunks and fools
But forget the Ten Commandments here
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Pullman
Norman Paperman, I feel you soon adjust to Kinja, hahaha
I never wanted to be
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie
Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around page two
I live the perfect crime
And crime pays more than it used to
They're checkin' the evidence
May be come charges pressed
The only one they got me on
is some misdemeanor craziness
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
If they solve my life if they find me out
Never thought to keep all I have found
I hae had my fun If It All Falls Down
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I hve had my fund I have bought a few rounds
And been out on the town way out on the town
Way way way out If It All Falls Down
Never wanted to be
A part of history
I have my days in the sun
A beach bum a man for all sea sides
Guidance counselor said
Your scores are anti-heroic
Computer recommends
Hard-drinking calypso poet
Studied life at sea
Studied life in bars
Never passed my S.A.T.'s
So I thought I'd study extra hard
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I have learned my trade from the inside out
I can strum real hard I can play real loud
I can charm a crowd If It All Falls Down
If It all Falls Down falls down falls down
I can warm a crowd I can make them shout
I can juggle verbs adverbs and nouns
I can make them dance till they all fall down
We had plenty of doctors
We had plenty of lawyers
We had people to make us things
We had people to sell us those things
We didn't have enough room for those things
We build lots of self storage
Calypso poet shortage
Calypso poet shortage
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I'll have filled that void from city to town
I'll have spent my money and taken my bows
I'll have had my fun If It All Falls Down
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
If they solve my life if they find me out
Never thought to keep all I have found
I have had my fun If It All Falls Down
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I can charm a crowd till they snake danced round
With calypso beat down island sound
I can make them dance till they all fall down
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I can charm a crowd I can make them shout
I can juggle verbs adverbs and nouns
I can make them dance till they all fall down
There is a tale that the Island people tell
Don't care if it is true 'cause I love it so well
Jolly Mon sing for his supper every night
The people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right
Oh oh oh oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh make Orion ring
And they wanted him to sing on the island near and far
He always found his way by Orion lucky star
He'd tell them of their joys, he'd tell them of their woes
They loved to see him come, they'd hate to see him go
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the music ring
He was makin' his way home on a dark and stormy night
When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashin' light
When he reached the other boat and offered them a hand
They said, "Give us all your cargo" as the took a pirate stand
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, give 'em everything
"Jolly Mon it's over sing your last song very well"
They tossed him in the ocean 'ause their hearts were made in Hell
Came along a dolphin, he said, "Jolly Mon hello!
I've always loved your singing, climb aboard, don't let go."
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the oceans ring
The night was filled with magic, they bid the sea goodbye
They swam into the heavens, they stayed up in the sky
And all the Island people when they wish upon a star
See the Dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them where they are
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the heavens ring
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the magic ring!
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh Jolly Mon sing
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to run in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells, fingle all the way
Oh, what fun on Jah's cool run in a one-horse open sleigh
We're dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh
And o'er the fields we go a-laughin' all the way
The bells on bob-tail ring, they're making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to run in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells, fingle all the way
Oh, what fun on Jah's cool run in a one-horse open sleigh
A day or two ago I thought I'd take a run to Port Antonio
I be cruisin' in the sun
The radio was loud, the chicken jerked and fried
And all I had to do that day was drive on the left side
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to run in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells, fingle all the way
Oh, what fun on Jah's cool run in a one-horse open sleigh
Well, like to explain to you all before,
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
I promised my brother in-law that
I'd go up watch his still
While he went in to town to vote
It was right up on the mountain
where the map said it would be
Friends let me tell you one thing,
though it wasn't no ordinary still
It stood up on that mountainside
like a hugh golden opal
God's yeller moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off in the heavens
Like I explain'd to you once before I ain't no drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
like honey dew vine water
And I took another slash,
Took another'n an another'n an another'n
For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit
and commenced to gettin' hot flashes
Goose pimples was runnin' up and down my body
And a feelin' came over me
like somethin' I'd never experienced before
It was like, like I was in love
In love for the first time, with anything that moved
Animate, inanimate it didn't matter
It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on an' off
in my brain sayin' 'Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin''
'Cause I was drunk
I wasn't knee crawlin', slip slidin', Reggie Youngin'
Commode huggin' drunk
I was God's own drunk and a fearless man
And that's when I first saw the bear
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout nineteen feet tall
He rambled up over the hill
expectin' me to do one of two things,
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one
It hung him up
He started sniffin' around my body tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear 'cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes
was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up
So I approached him, I said 'Mr. Bear, I love
every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know you got a lot of friends over there
on the other side of the hill
There's ole' rare bear, tall bear, Freddy bear, Kelly bear
Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear,
pokey the bear
I want you to go back over there tonight
And tell them I'm feelin' right
You tell them I love each and everyone of them
like a brother and a sister
But if they give me any trouble tonight
I'm gonna run every God damn one of them off the hill'
He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think
Neither did I but bein' charitable and cautious
Well hell I approached him again
I said 'Mr. Bear, You know in the eyes of the Lord
we're both beasts when it comes right down to it
So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy bear'
So I took ole' buddy bear by his island size paw
and I led him over to the still
He's a sniffin' around that thing cause
he's smellin' somethin' good
I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water
He downed it up right
Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus
Sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight
I gave him another'n an another'n an another'n
For I knew it he downed eight of them
and commenced to doin' the bear dance
Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt
It was so simple like the jitter bug
It plum evaded me
We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar
And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside
and I laid down and went to sleep
Slept for four hours and dreampt me some tremulous dreams
When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon
shinin' on the clear cool evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off
in the heavens
My buddy the bear was a missin'
Want to know something else friends and neighbors
So was that still
Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
Chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night
Drive in
You guzzle gin
Commit a little mortal sin
It's good for the soul
Bridge:
And oh it gets so damn lonely
When you're on a plane alone
And if I had the money, honey
I'd strap you in beside me
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and cryin'
Ten speed
No need
My pickup gets me where I please
Chuggin' down the street
But I'll be leavin'
In a little while
So close your eyes and I'll
I'll be back real soon
Spoken:
"Ah, take it Reefers"
"Ladies choice, Everybody dance"
"Here we go"
Bridge:
Yes and if I had that money, honey
I'd strap you in beside me (in your strapless)
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and cryin'
Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
You chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night
Yeah you chew a little Juicy Fruit
I'll be home for Christmas,
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistle toe
And presents 'neath the tree
Xmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Xmas
If only in my dreams
By: Jimmy Buffett
1971
In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her crying out, "What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home."
Lonely princess
All the days out on your own are growing empty
Nothing is going well
If you could only tell them how you feel
They're too real to understand
Chorus:
Too many trite expressions
Ending in forced rejections long ago
Too many innocent faces
Too many far out places something's wrong
Let me tell you that something's wrong
It's been that way so long, and it's a shame
On the street car
To the city where she knows that she might lose it all
Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time
And knowing well this could be her final fall
Past the boutique
Down the alley to the river, people pass her by
Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks
And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry
Chorus:
Too many small suggestions
Endin' in angry questions from her dad
Too many T.V. dinners
And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost
No one knows the trials she had
In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming
I heard her crying out, "What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home."
Lord, I just don't know, but I can't go back home.
Sheila
Watah in de kitchen!
Church
Water in the bar!
Ensemble
It's all about da water, don't you know
Kinja needs da water, da H2O
It's all about da water, it ain't no lie
Widout de water we shrivel up and die
Sheila
De main cistern go down to zero
De new bossman, he be a hero
Solve de problem, so give a cheer-o
He turn on de water!
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
Iris
I had my doubts about this New Yorker
Thought he'd just be a big talker
But as a bossman, he's a corker
He turned on the water
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
Paperman
I'm new to Kinja, I admit
But nothing here's gonna make me quit
This island don't scare me a bit
I turned on the water!
Ensemble
It's all about da water, don't you know
All about da water, da H2O
All about da water, it ain't no lie
Widout da water we shrivel up and die!
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
I have been out wandering
I have traveled far
One conclusion I have made
Is God don't own a car
He don't wear no fancy clothes
He'd rather take the bus
He would pay a tourist fare
So he could sit with us
He don't have no tambourine
Guitar or slide trombone
The music we make here on Earth
The words they are His own
And when we finally reach His home
And walk among the stars
He'll join our band then we'll understand
Why God don't own a car
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
I don't smoke, I don't shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey ridin' on my back.
Don't eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
But I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo
It started at my Grandma's kitchen by the sea,
She warned me when she told me 'son the first one's free'
It hit me like a rock or some Taikwondo,
Cause I will play for gumbo
Oh yea, I will play for gumbo.
[Chorus:]
A piece of French bread
With which to wipe my bowl,
Good for the body.
Good for the soul.
It's a little like religion
And a lot like sex.
You should never know
When you're gonna get it next.
At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibadeaux
I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo.
I'm not talkin' quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes,
Or a pound of caviar that's a rich man's dream.
No banana split or fillet of pompano.
No, I will play for gumbo,
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
[Chorus]
Maybe it's the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp.
Maybe it's that voodoo from Marie Leveaux,
But I will play for gumbo
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
The sauce boss does his cookin' on the stage,
Stirrin' and a singing for his nightly wage.
Sweating and frettin' from his head to his toe,
Playin' and swayin' with the gumbo
Prayin' and buffetin' with the gumbo
[Chorus]
There are oceans of feelings between us
Currents that take us and sweep us away
That's why we seldom have seen us
In the light of a cold hard day
Lots of new friends with the same old answers
Open your eyes, you might see
Of our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
If the phone doesn't ring
You'll know that it's me
I'll be out in the eye of the storm
If the phone doesn't ring
you'll know that I'll be
Where someone can make me feel warm
It's too bad we can't turn
and live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
I've had good days and bad days
And going half mad days
I try to let go but you're still on my mind
I've lost all the old ways
I'm searching for new plays
Putting it all on the line
Lots of new friends with the same old problems
Open your eyes, you might see
If our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
If it takes all the future
We'll live through the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
I Use To Have Money One Time
By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley
1983
For Harrison and Hunter
I had Cadillacs in my future
Debutantes in my past
I made a deal with the devil for a whole lotta money
Thinkin' it would last and last
But a fool and his money are bound to part
And what goes up must come down
Take my advice don't trust the roll of the dice
Keep your feet on solid ground
Chorus:
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Lots of women and wine
But who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? That he ain't cool (he ain't cool!)
Now thems were hard times back in the eighties boy
People barely had enough to get by
Oh not me foot loose and fancy free
There was nothin' to myself I'd deny
But fellas listen to my story now
Though you have heard this tale before
Take care of your needs and watch out for you greeds
Or that wolf will be at your door
Chorus:
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Now I ain't got a dime
But who's gonna be the fool? Who's gonna be the fool?
Who's gonna be the fool? Still ain't cool (it ain't cool)
Who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? Still ain't cool (it ain't cool)
(Jimmy used to have money one time)
(Bubba used to have money one time)
(Jimmy used to have money one time)
(Bubba used to have money one time)
(Jimmy used to have money one time)
(Bubba used to have money one time)
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Bonnie Bramlett, Rita Coolidge, David Lasley,
Arnold McCuller, Debra McColl, Frank Bama
It's never been the same since you returned from dreamin'
With your nursery rhyme excuses your picture postcards gleamin'
Tellin' everyone who looks your way 'bout people and their sinnin'
While your left field verse is fallin' in proportion to your winnin'
And I can't be your hero today
I'm through with the simple games you play
It just may take some time for me to even up the score
But I can't be your soldier home from war
And there you sit shouting that there's still hope for us
While nature holds the handcuffs on a Capricorn and Taurus
There's nothing you can do or say to get me to your camp
Go fill up all your savings books and buy yourself a lamp
And I can't be your hero today
Your wholesale price is much to high to pay
A bargain basement atmosphere is no way to sell love
And I can't be your Superman above
No I can't be your hero today
That is all I really want to say
Go find a leading man who wants to play
And I can't be your hero today
Hey, hey, good lookin', whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' something up with me?
Hey, hey, sweet baby, don't you think maybe,
We could find us a brand new recipe.
I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill,
An' I know a spot right over the hill.
There's soda pop and the dancin's free:
If you wanna have fun come along with me.
Hey, good lookin', whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
(Let's stir it up boys.)
Instrumental Break.
I'm free and I'm ready, maybe we can go steady.
How's about savin' all your time for me?
No more lookin', I know I've been took in:
How's about keepin' steady company?
Well, I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence,
An' find me one for five or ten cents.
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age,
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on ev'ry page.
Hey, hey, good lookin', whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
Instrumental fade out.
Notes: Henny is Norman's wife of many years. She knows that his move to the Caribbean is a midddleaged fantasy, fraught with potential disaster, but she means to stand by him. Though she to is snared by the island's charm, she's smart enough too know it's an illusion. She's not quite smart enough to perceive that Iris Tramm is a threat to their marrage. Henny sings this song at the Kinja airport, as she is returning to New York to close up their apartment. Off and on Jimmy and I talked about having a "Married Love Song" for Henny. During rehearsal Jimmy wrote this lovely song almost overnight.
I find myself between two worlds
Bewildered all to hell
Up north I have my mid-town life
Down here my new hotel
What kind of a dream is this
Ion't know where I will land
It's a Caribbean fairy tale
The snow has turned to sand
Chorus:
But he's happy
I understand
And thats the key
To my man
Bridge:
I'd like to have a clearer view
And listen to my hunches
Without the rum-lined Kinjan fog
Of a thousand planter's Punches
Iguess I'll have to let it go
And simply tag along
Just let myself get all caught up
Forget what's right or wrong
What kind of dream is this
That's causing me this strife
My husband's chasing windmills
And I'm still the nervous wife
Chorus:
Cause he's happy
And he's my man
What good's this key in my hand
Oh he's happy
I understand
And that's the key
To my man
She owns a window to the ocean
She has a pipeline to the sky
But earthly creatures barely notice
When Guardian angels pass them by
Like a gecko behind the painting
With a hidden wisdom to impart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's a hula girl at heart
Photographs show she is lovely
Her bare feet are a work of art
Her frangrance speaks of frangipani
And she's still a hula girl at heart
With her pad and watercolors
Drawing fish and butterflies
Children always seem to conjure
Images they recognize
In the land beside the ocean
Where romantics seem to dwell
Destiny can set in motion
Ripples that turn into swells
She knows how to face the music
She knows where the magic starts
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart
Songs sing slow
Days zoom by
Time can't keep her
Nor can I
She has worn a wealth of costumes
Hula skirt to wedding gown
Lived in cities, walked through jungles
Always sees the sun go down
In this age of teeming tourists
Fellow travelers know her well
The darling of deserted beaches
Hides her wisdom in a shell
Her sensual and easy motion
Seems impossible to chart
In a world that needs more dancing
I ain't no video king
I still have to sing
For my supper each night
You stand on the benches
I play in the trenches
Beneath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years
I got strange little voices that live in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster
I can't be the old me no more
Homemade music down in the passion pits
Homemade music lots o grits but no hits
Homemade music is part of my philosophy
Oh cookin' is a pleasure
And singin' is a treasure
That most dont' find
There aint' no harm in tellin'
I like to eat my melon right
Down to the rind
I had a hippy girlfriend when I was a kid
She died and went to the suburbs most of them did
Where did all the wild ones go
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
[Instrumental]
First there were records, then cassettes and CDs
Managers, lawyers, then came the Japanese
But homemade music still makes a lot of sense to me
Homemade music is funky and nice
Homemade music sits on very thin ice
But homemade music is part of my philosophy
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and how
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
(lyrics by Jimmy Buffett & Ross Kunkel-
music by Jimmy Buffett Roger Guth & Peter Mayer)
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 Christmas is more work than fun
He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
Mr. Claus 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, his half frozen life
the elves and that damn reindeer team
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
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'd like to be Peter Pan
Get out his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand
Chorus:
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
(Bridge)
Chorus:
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's run 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 run off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be all right
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight
(over the drums)
Merry Christmas to all, and to all... good night.
Swing my cutlass at the tall grass
And anything that gets in my way
That's my job here, let's be quite clear
Working is how I spend my day
Scary? Verrry I can instill some fear
Owners don't know this is my show
I've seen them all disappear
Chorus
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat Paperman
I'm the only boss around
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat white man
I'm de only boss in town
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Chorus
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat Paperman
He be an annoying little gnat
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat white man
Dis is Hippolyte's habitat
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Now you've met me, don't forget me
Hippolyte the French handyman
But my work waits, please the ingrates
They're all a part of my plan
Chorus
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat Paperman
He be an annoying little gnat
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat white man
Dis is Hippolyte's habitat
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
There's a place in France where they do the cutlass dance
Here we are
Here we are
Here we are
Here we are
Who would have thought this game, this flame would still be burning
Who would have guessed that all these blenders would still be churning
Not even we on our bended knees could have ever blessed it
Not even I with my head in the sky could have ever guessed it
But here we are, for a family reunion, costume barbeque
All the black sheep, family outcasts, and a freak or two
No the hat tricks and the gold bricks still don't have us down
Still a party, we are the hearty when we come to town
You're still grinning and we're still winning, nothing left to say
I'm still gliding as I go flying down this endless wave
And here we are, we're the offbeat Uncle Freds who spill their wine on you
And the in-your-face Aunt Rachels with an attitude
All the ones that use your bathroom then eat all your food
We're the dreamy Deadheads who just like us and Dave Matthews
Here we are, maybe it's because in spite of all the work we do
It's the child in us we really value
Here we are, with our fins up and our feathers flashing
Here we are, with our coconut shell brassieres chanting
Here we are
Here we are
Here we are
In Amerigo, Carnival was as hallowed as Christmas itself, perhaps slightly more
There was a meaning to it. See, Islanders did not put into words, yet which
made it the authentic supreme day in the Kinjian calendar.
Africa was marching down the main street of this little harbor town today.
Africa, in undimmed black vitality, surging up out of centuries of island
displacement, island slavery, island isolation, island ignorance.
Africa, unquenchable in its burning love of life.
Carnival was Africa Day in Amerigo.
Happy Xmas (War Is Over)
(John Lennon, Yoko Ono)
And so this is Christmas and what have you done
Another year over; a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young
A Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
So this is Christmas, for weak and for strong
The rich and the poor one, the road is so long
So Happy Christmas for black and for white
The yellow and red one, and stop all the fight
A Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
So this is Christmas and what have we done
Another year over, a new one just begun
So Happy Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young
A Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
Intstrumental
So this is Christmas and what have you done
Another year over; a new one just begun
And so Happy Christmas; we hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young
A Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
(John Lennon, Yoko Ono)
And so this is Christmas and what have you done
Another year over; a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young
A Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
So this is Christmas, for weak and for strong
The rich and the poor one, the road is so long
So Happy Christmas for black and for white
The yellow and red one, and stop all the fight
A Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
So this is Christmas and what have we done
Another year over, a new one just begun
So Happy Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young
A Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
Intstrumental
So this is Christmas and what have you done
Another year over; a new one just begun
And so Happy Christmas; we hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young
A Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
Gypsies In The Palace
By: Jimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey, Will Jennings
1985
"I have heard that some of the great parties of all times have
been at my house - when I wasn't there."
-- Spoken:
"In days of old, when knights were bold,
And journeyed from their castles,
Trusty men were left behind,
Knights needed not the hassles.
They helped themselves to pig and peach,
And drank from King's own chalice.
Oh, it was a stirring sight
These gypsies in the palace."
"And some things never change. Hit it boys!"
So long boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
Limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell we'll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, He's left us here alone
The Order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring 'em over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and a' goin' wild tonight
He's the greatest guy to work for, man he's really cool
Hey Snake this party's gettin' dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're raisin' hell tonight
Hey
Oh hi there boss, what's goin' on
You say you're coming WHEN?
I'll send Snake out to pick you up tomorrow night at ten, OKAY!
Everybody outta here, this joint is closin' down
We gotta find someone to clean this up, he's comin' back to town
Hi there boss we waxed your cars, we raked and mowed your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you've really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The Order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
-- Spoken:
"Hey, Jimmy, It's Glenn"
"Glenn, How ya doin'?"
"Fine man, I'm goin' on the road.
Do you know anybody who could possibly house-sit for me?"
"I got these two great guys that look after my place.
Man, they're the best!"
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Jimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey, Timothy B. Schmit
Featuring Mark O'Connor on fiddle
Stashed his trash in Ecuador
Bought a good suit of clothes
Flew on up to Mexico
Standin' by the shore
Waitin' for some mystery man
To pay him for his time
But thinkin' about all the money he'd made
Couldn't help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin'
Boy he's just dreamin'
His life away
His daddy chopped that sugar cane
One day he fell dead
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin' around in his head
Sailin' on a midnight boat
There were no questions asked
The water so green and the air was so clean
He just stuck right to his task
Havana daydreamin'
Boy he's just schemin'
His life away
(instrumental)
Ceilin' fan it stirs the air
Cigar smoke does swirl
The fragrance on the pillowcase
And he thinks about the girl
Spillin' wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile
He pays her well but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while
Havana daydreamin'
Boy he's just dreamin'
His life away
Havana daydreamin'
Boy he'll be dreamin'
His life away
To long ago chances,
To all the long stances,
To strange circumstances,
An island review.
Green flash at sunset,
Young love recaptured,
Just an illusion,
Would it were true.
--Spoken:
'You know I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day she
runs this space station and bake shop down near Boomtown. She told
me that human beings are flawed individuals. The cosmic bakers
took us out of the oven a little too early. And that's the
reason we're as crazy as we are and I believe it.'
'Take for example when you go to the movies these days, you know.
They try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered
down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents. I don't want it.
I don't want that much organziation in my life.
I don't want other people thinking for me.
I want my Junior Mints. Where did the Junior Mints go in the
movies. I don't want a 12 lb. Nestle's crunch for 25 dollars. I
want Junior Mints.'
'We need more fruitcakes in this world and less bakers!
We need people that care! I'm mad as hell! And I don't want to
take it anymore!'
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Paradise, lost and found
Paradise, take a look around
I was out in California where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires, mud slides
They've got sushi in the mall
Water bars, brontasaurs, chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--Spoken:
'Speakin' of fruitcakes, how 'bout the government?
Your tax dollars at work.'
We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost its cone shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the galaxy (Fruitcakes in the galaxy)
Fuitcakes on the earth (Fruitcakes on the earth)
Struttin' naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--Spoken:
'Religion! Religion! Oh, there's a thin line between Saturday
night and Sunday morning. Here we go now.
Alright, alter boys.'
Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa
Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa
Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The god's honest truth is it's not that simple
It's the Buddhist in you, it's the Pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's the born again look its the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't gotta clue
--Spoken:
'Now here comes the big ones. Relationships! We all got 'em, we
all want 'em. What do we do with 'em?
Here we go, I'll tell ya.'
She said you gotta do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightnin' bug
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--Spoken:
'The future. Captain's log, stardate two thousand and something.'
We're seven years from the millenium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy HAL
Now don't look that abstract
So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Jah lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity really is the only way
Its a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day
Hey.
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--Spoken:
'That's right, you too. Yeah those crumbs are spread all around
this universe. I've seen fruitcakes. I saw this guy in Santa
Monica rollerskate naked through the crosswalk. Down in New
Orleans in the French market there are fruitcakes like you cannot
believe. New York, forget it. Fruitcake city. Down island, we've got
fruitcakes. Spread them crumbs around. That's right, we want
'em around. Keep bakin' baby. Keep bakin'.'
By: Jimmy Buffett
1973
I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin' quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man, ";Fifty cents worth please";
Then out jumped my partner with his trusty pellet gun
He said, ";Boy this is a holdup, keep 'a pumpin' and don't run";
Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years
We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
A big ol' jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men, we'll strike again
But first let's have a beer
Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years
(guitar instrumental)
We were sittin' in the Krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walks the deputy sheriff
And he's holdin' our TV
Roughed us then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No pictures on a poster, no reward and no bail
Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
'Cause that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years
Coda:
Yes that great fillin' station holdup
It cost me two good years
Frank and lola
By: jimmy buffett, steve goodman
1982
"lucy and ricky, fred and ethel, laurel and hardy, spanky
And buckwheat, rocky and bullwinkle, and frank and lola...
They’re all good for a laugh."
Lola loves frank, frankie loves lola
On their second honeymoon in pensacola
Tryin’ to find a little privacy
Oh me there been too much screamin’, fussin’ and fightin’
The doggies were yellin’, the children were bitin’
Frank and lola tryin’ to get together again
So he took her to this movie called "body heat"
She said the junior mints were mushy and the sex was neat
Oh my, frankie weren’t we better than that, before our spat
Frank told lola, honey can’t you see
That I’ll jump start you if you’ll kick start me
Frank and lola tryin’ to get together again
So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach
They stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each
Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock
Baby turn back the pages, turn ’round the clock
Lola told frankie time we put it to the test
After frankie told lola she was still the best
They fell asleep in the sand underneath the florida moon, in june
Lola counted rainbows, frankie counted sheep
’til they almost got run over by the lifeguard’s jeep
Frank and lola tryin’ to get together again
Go, frank, go
Lo la, lo
Go, frank, go, wow
(instrumental)
So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach
Stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each
Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock
Baby turn back the pages, turn ’round the clock
Lola loves frank, frankie loves lola
On their second honeymoon in pensacola
Tryin’ to find a little priva-
Tryin’ to find a little priva-
Tryin’ to find a little privacy
Go, frank, go
Lo la, lo
Go, mango
- notes:
Featuring the harmonica of "fingers" taylor
I woke up in a strange room
That I'd never seen before
Weird paintings on the wall
And mirrors on the ceiling
I bolted for the door.
Looking for my rent-a-car
Was the Cordoba blue or red
Tryin' to remember where I put the keys
Tryin' to remember what I said.
I pushed the fool button
My night went haywire
I pushed the fool button
Set my brain on fire.
Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar
A little three piece band playin' on the stand
Not knowin' what lay in store
In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
The crowd went berserk, the band said, 'What a jerk.'
As he went into a blues rampage.
It was a fool palace
Double knit on parade
They pushed the fool button
As the skinny boy played and played
Push it, push it, push it.
I try to make a point of protecting the innocent
But none of them can be found
I can happen anytime
It can happen any place
It can happen in your own hometown/
And if you don't believe my words
Or think my story's true
Get a bottle of rum and an Eskatrol
And watch the same thing happen to you.
We'll push the fool button
I'll meet you in the bar
We'll push the fool button
Where everyone's a star.
Fins
By: Jimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, Barry Chance, Tom Corcoran
1979
She came down from Cincinnati
It took her three days on the train
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Hoped to see the sun again
But now she lives down by the ocean
She's takin' care to look for sharks
They hang out in the local bars
And they feed right after dark
Chorus:
Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
Oh oh
Oh oh
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
She's saving up all of her money
Wants to head it south in May
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man
Somewhere down Montserrat way
But the money's good in the season
Helps to lighten up her load
Boys keep her high as the months go by
She's getting postcards from the road
Chorus:
Can't you feel 'em closin' in, honey
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
Sailed off to Antigua
It took her three days on a boat
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Maybe keep her dreams afloat
But now she feels like a remora
'Cause the school's still close at hand
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
Of the sharks that can swim on the land
Chorus:
Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
She came down from Cincinnati
It took her three days on the train
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Hoped to see the sun again
But now she lives down by the ocean
She's takin' care to look for sharks
They hang out in the local bars
And they feed right after dark
Chorus:
Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
Oh oh
Oh oh
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
She's saving up all of her money
Wants to head it south in May
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man
Somewhere down Montserrat way
But the money's good in the season
Helps to lighten up her load
Boys keep her high as the months go by
She's getting postcards from the road
Chorus:
Can't you feel 'em closin' in, honey
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
Sailed off to Antigua
It took her three days on a boat
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Maybe keep her dreams afloat
But now she feels like a remora
'Cause the school's still close at hand
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
Of the sharks that can swim on the land
Chorus:
Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
Fifteen Gears By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instrumental
Fifteen Gears
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
Gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
Gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
I'm gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
I'm gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
(Jimmy Buffett, Peter Mayer, Roger Guth, Will Kimbrough)
Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wacky wireless fog
Talkin' squawkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody's gettin' through
Toasters talk to crackberries, Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes and Ma-bell's dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out that sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me an e-mail, link me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Now I'm a real jungle jumper
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download In the dropout zones
In every major city 'cross the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, get up, stand up, reach out, touch somebody man
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I gotta get over by the beerstand
Oh shit my batteries are going
It was ninety miles to freedom but they took the risk
Though the ocean was all motion and the wind was brisk
The deadly gunboats never saw them in the pale moonlight
They were off to Cayo Hueso by the dawns early light
The gringo in the garden called the customs man
They answered all his questions, were allowed to land
The ladies shared a hairbrush and their husbands had a coke
Then they were taken up to Krome to meet with their kin folk
[Chorus:]
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody understands the impromptu
Dancing in the heat to the beat
That turns your clothing clammy
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
In a third world jungle not so far away
Lives a natural drummer with a dream to play
He's the brother of the lizard and the flying fish
But he's been enchanted by the pictures
From the satellite dish
So his mama packs his bags, knots his red neck tie
Sends him north to her relations with a kiss good-bye
He's bewildered by the plane ride and the immigration line
Until he sees his Christian name upon a cardboard sign
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody is an Aborigine
Dancing in the heat to the beat
That turns your clothing clammy
Everybody wants to win that lottery
It's hard to believe the city started as a trading post
Home to the Seminole, pirate and pioneer
Between the river of grass and the old mosquito coast
Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier
I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone
It brought me life, it brought me love
I never have outgrown
It brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore
And one too many mornings in the Grove Drug Store
In one way or the other we're all refugees
Living out this easy life below the banyan trees
Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash
We got a style, we got a look
We got that old panache
[Chorus]
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
I have watched as the sun went down
I have crashed as the room spun around
Now she's gone, she can't be found
And I'm down where I've been before
Sat and watched as she bolts out the door
Can't explain why the woman's sore
It's gonna rain some more
Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if's she's there
'Cause she took every cent of mine
Paid it all to the Pan Am line
Though she's gone, I hope she's fine
Fly love of mine
Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if's she's there
So tally-ho
Jolly good show
My woman's gone to England
[Spoken:]
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen.
I'd like to do this next song especially for you. and for the king
Well....I walk up to the mike
and and then I shake my hips
I take a deep breath and put a snare on my lips
See me on the street you wouldn't know my name
But imitating Elvis is my claim to fame
So when you put my imitation name in lights
There'll be imitation good rockin' tonight
Cuz I'm an an Elvis imitator and I just can't stop
Imitating Elvis from the bottom to the top
Imitate the way he talked, the way he smiled
I throw away my scarf and make the crowd go wild
This imitation Elvis may not be the king
But baby I'm the next best thing
Singing Viva Las Vegas and the G.I. Blues
Won't you love me tender in my blue suede shoes
Well let me be your teddy bear, if you must
Oh baby please surrender, 'cause I need your touch
Well if you feelin' lonely, need a place to dwell
Come on down to imitation heartbreak hotel
We're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Yeah my gold lamee cape and my sequined suit
Pompadou haircut and my high-heeled boots
Imitating elvis is the only way
I can make it through my imitation day
I know this rocking music can't be denied
Cause I was imitating him before he died
Well I'm an an Elvis imitator and I just can't stop
Imitating elvis from the bottom to the top
I imitate the way he walked, the way he smiled
I throw away my scarf and make the crowd go wild
This imitation elvis may not be the king
But baby I'm the next best thing
Yeah rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Well baby, it's the next, best thing
[Spoken:]
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen Viva las vegas Viva las vegas
Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
Wants to throw it all away
Wants to have it back someday
Love's fool, Sears tool
Wants to win that football pool
Spend it on some real good grass
Disappearing oh so fast
Tell my story pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
I got house pets, Learjets
Tryin' to learn about bassinettes
Oh Miss Piggy dance with me
Let me take you to the sea
Dreamsicle, big dill pickle
High school honeys sure were fickle
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabam
Won't you tell my story, pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabam
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabama
By Jimmy Buffett, 1997
A little parody of God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen, which I wrote at Jimmy's bequest, disclosing the real reason the rich folks live on this "forsaken rock in the sea" - tax avoidance.
The Hill Crowd
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
With Kinja as our domicile
There's so much less to pay
We pay our taxes here
The IRS is far away
Domicile is our comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Domicile is our comfort and joy
Pay phones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by
Lovely dancers swaying to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what's to be
Writing you this letter that you'll probably never see
But I can't help but be
Ruled by inconsistency
Not unique just distantly in love
Tried to phone from Paris thinking
Things could be arranged
Me and you could rendezvous
But I found your number changed
So I drove to San Remo where
The crazy painter dwells
And toasted our old photographs
Still up there on his shelf
But I can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
I can't be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I can't be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces
I heard it from a friend of ours
I saw in Timber Bay
That you had a new lover who had
Stolen you away
That could be be the reason that
I never got in touch
And may present slight problems
If he loves you half as much
As I who can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I can't help but be
Part of my own philosophy
Not unique just distantly in love
'yeah, yeah, yeah. wooo. we're going to take you up that Mississippi river
Now one time. yeah one time. up to an old favorite town of mine where i
Visit now and then just for one special reason, that's good eatin'. 'cause
I know a place on Tillman St. between ****** and ***** that can't be beat.
Emma Mae been cookin' there for forty-eight years and she ain't missed a
Lick yet baby. she's got hot sweet potatoes and cracklin' bread. ooh. and
Mulligan stew to turn Jimmy Buffett's head. woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol' collard greens, wooo. you know...
You know what...
What?
That nothin' could be finer than to sit down and eat'n at the dixie diner.'
'Alright Miami give it up. rock and roll on a Monday night.'
'Help this skinny boy out. we've got two more days.'
'Good rockin' tonight.'
'I hear you professor.'
'Thank you, thank you very much. God bless you. you're still the greatest.
We love ya.'
It's the ways of her father
If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet
And the desert is calling to me
Run before the final trap is set
All roads lead to the city
Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same
Lady lays out the pattern
With the parts of her body that seem tame
Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
Act like a child and I'll respond with my well-rehearsed farewell
Quoting the verse that you bought but weren't quite prepared to sell
Saying I think I love you
Maybe I care
It's not fair
Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
And it's a sore spot when the room's burning hot
And the desert air just cannot bring you down
Still the bed's warm but a cold arm
Keeps me floating inches off the ground
Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
Go paint your toes wipe you nose and then come to say goodbye
And all along tell yourself I am wrong if I try
Crying sorry it's over
I'm not to blame
What a game
Death valley lives now I'm not even sure what really gives
Ho, Ha
If you ever get the chance to go to Dallas
Take it from me, pass it by
Cause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas
Take it from me, don't go and cry
[Chorus:]
And I'm leaving this town as soon as I can
Gonna stop off for a while and see my woman
People do you wrong down in Dallas
I know well, they've done it to me
Stealin' all your bread, they're so callous
I know well, just look and see
[Chorus]
And people like me just can't be free
The promo man won't let us us be
If the people who knew could get away
I'm real sure they'd leave today
Now come on down and lose your mental balance
Look at me, half crazy now
Talkin' to chairs, strange and I know it
Look at me I'm doin' in now
[Chorus]
She's got a ballpark figure
He's got a ballpoint pen
Travel around for weeks at a time
Writing down descriptions of the places they been
She plays guitar but nothing fancy
With no intention of becoming a star
Only thing that's bothering him these days
Is where he's gonna find a good ten cent cigar
Cliches, good ways
Say what you mean, mean what you say
She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
She's 86'd from the Chart Room
He's 29 and pushin' 30 real fast
They're funny when they get to rockin'
Goin' out for the night on the town
Takin' polaroid pictures that are never in focus
Just to look at when they finally slow down
Full moon, so soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June
He's always tuned into Star Trek
She's always tuned into him
Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies
Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim
Tonight they're gonna go star gazing
And try to figure out which one they're near
Try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height
She know you can't get there from here
Full moon, so soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June
Cliches, good ways
Say what you mean, mean what you say
Just say what you mean, mean what you say
I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
How good it'd be to hold you
How good it'd be to feel like that again
How good it'd be to feel like that again
Would you be remembering me?
I ask that question time and again
The answer came and haunted me so
I did not want to think it again
I did not want to think it again
You make it hard for me to forget
I haven't stopped loving you yet
When I left the coast of Marseilles
I hadn't done what I'd come to do
I spent all the money I'd saved
And did not get over you
I did not get over you.
Well I'm a tidal pool explorer
From the days of my misspent youth.
I believe that down on the beach
Where the sea gulls preach
Is where the Chinese buried the truth.
So I dig in the sand
with my misguided hands
and if I dig deep enough
Hell I just might dig it up.
Talking about treasure
Talking about pleasure
Talking about love
Now I'm a reader of the night sky
And a singer of inordinate tunes.
That's how I float across time
Living way past my prime
Like a long lost baby's balloon.
So I hang on to the string
Work that whole gravity thing
But when my space ship goes pop
Back to the earth I will drop
Into the sea
Or the limbs of a tree
Or the wings of my love
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How bout you
How bout you
They say that time is like a river
And stories are the key to the past
But now I'm stuck in between
Here at my typing machine
Trying to come up with some words that will last.
It's so easy to see that we live history
And if I just find the beat
I know I land on my feet
I always do
Hadn't got a clue
Does it comes from above.
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How bout you
How bout you
Let's go to church, Sonny...
[Bridge]
So bless me father, yes I have sinned.
Given the chance I'll probably do it again
I don't need absolution
Just a simple solution will do.
So let's talk about the future
Or the consequences of my past
I've got scars, I've got lines
I'm not hard to define
Just an altar boy coverin' his ass.
I know I can't run and hide
But just hang on for the ride
There will be laughter and tears
As we progress through the years
But still it's fun
Hey I'm not done
Gonna dance 'til I fall
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe have me a boat drink or two
It's just the coastal confessions I hear
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
I've got some coastal confessions to make
How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you
And you, and you, and you
42 years since my last confession
Well father, do you have the rest of the week?
Let's get started
I had impure thoughts
I smoked some pot
Stole some peanut butter
Father, wake up.
Cheeseburger In Paradise
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
But at night I'd had these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zuchinni, fettucini or bulghar wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too precise (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
Times have changed for sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice (paradise)
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise)
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Coda:
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Deborah McColl, Penny Nichols, Lea Jane Berinati,
Janie Fricke, Ginger Holladay
Cattle Truckin' By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instrumental
The moon's smiling over my shoulder
I know these same stars will shine when I'm older
So I'm keeping heaven on my mind
'Cause a good love is so hard to find
[Chorus:]
And it's bigger than the both of us
Deeper than the sea
Tossing on the water riding destiny
Bigger than the both of us
Farther than the eye can see
We're dancing, our souls are dancing
Infinity
You know there's a million ways to fail
But I know this isn't just a fairy tale
It's a one in million paradise
And I know love is the light in your eyes
[Chorus]
Bigger than the both of us
Our souls are dancing
Bigger than the both of us
Our souls are dancing
(Jimmy Buffett and Matt Betton)
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
[Guitar Solo]
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
They say this universe is bound to blow
But I say we crank up the calypso control
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
Now I'm no dancer as dancers go
But this is one step that you need to know
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
We'll be dancing when we go
Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso
Undisturbed the dancers flow
Apocalypso
Old galaxies can be cold
So I'll hold you close
When this earthly light is burning low
This dance will take you to the next plateau
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
We'll be dancing when we go
We'll be dancing when we go
Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso
Undisturbed the dancers flow
Apocalypso
Yes we'll ride that final tide
Apocalypso
Gone away just yesterday
Apocalypso
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
Evil, it's been here all along
Good things, they just seem to have come and gone
In my life I have seen so much go wrong
And there's only one way left for us to get along
Chorus:
You got to bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone
Papers, they print it every day
Housewife, wraps the garbage then throws it away
I don't guess she thinks they have that much to say
But when the time is right she'll be the lady with so much to pay
Chorus:
You got to bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone
History, it teaches much too well
Nations, had to rise up before they fell
And my eyes see the story they're tryin' to tell
And tonight I think I heard the final toll of the bell
Chorus:
We better bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You've got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
I've been a fightin' and a fightin'
Got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
It's a long and and dirty battle
It seems I've been fightin' it all along
I've been a tearin' and a pullin'
Got a bend a little no matter which side you're on
Yes I know cause
It seems I've been fightin' it all along
I've been a punchin' and a gougin'
And it seems it don't matter which side you're on
I've been a tearin' and a rippin' and
It seems I've been fightin' it all along
Cameron's getting logical,
A Vulcan in disguise,
The mysteries of the night are
Putting sparkles in his eyes.
He's looking for sound reasoning,
But the best that I can do,
Is this transcendental story,
That I'll pass along to you.
Past the falls they call Victoria,
Down the river named the Nile,
Drifts a tiny little handmade boat,
It's shaped just like a smile.
And steered by a magician,
With the knowledge that he needs,
To keep him on his destined course,
Past the crocodiles and reeds.
He's the Admiral of the ocean,
The Lone Eagle in the sky,
He gave me my first sextant,
And he taught me how to fly.
It's been quite a lengthy passage,
From the dawn of time till now,
He has weathered the infernal storms
In his trusty petite dow.
He has soared about colossal waves,
Sailed the endless sea.
Sometimes he resembles you,
Sometimes he looks like me.
I saw him through my telescope,
On a cloudless night in June,
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon.
There are windows to the galaxies
And hallways to the past.
There are trapdoors to the future
And a splintered ancient mast.
There are relics from Apollo trips,
When the earthmen came to play,
And a hammock from a distant star,
Out in the Milky Way.
He's the Admiral of the ocean
The Lone Eagle in the sky.
He game me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly.
I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in June
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon.
A stripped bass breaks the surface
As the sunset fades away
And our journey from the Sea of Storms
Takes us home beside the bay.
We go fishing in the ocean
We go traveling back in time
Like the song says 'teach your children'
To go fishing with their minds.
Cameron's contemplating
I'm not sure just what he thinks
'Is my dad some kind of lunatic
With his stories and high hi-jinks'.
Then he says when I get old and gray
And feel like I'm marooned,
He will take me in his rocket ship
To that beach house on the moon.
Tomorrow may come, it usually does
Don't know what it will bring 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 sometimes
When it's larger than life or your peace of mind
It's got me all the same
And I'm not sorry that's true
Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you
Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you
Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you
At the Bama Breeze
You can shoot some pool down there
You can act a fool down there
You can play it cool down there
At the Bama Breeze
You can drink some beer down there
Argue, laugh and cheer down there
Pass another year down there
Jimmy got caught smokin' a joint
Out behind the bar, sittin' in his car
And they took him to jail
The tip jar paid his bail
In 1984 Mick Jagger passed through town
Bought the house a round
Signed his name on the wall
In the Ladies bathroom stall, yeah
At the Bama Breeze
I turned 21 down there
Had too much fun down there
Stumbled out with the sun down there
Saturday night the Bouncer Grady
Lets the ladies in free with the fake I.D
And the short enough skirt
Yeah, figures what the hell could it hurt
Second set the owner Lulu get's up with the band
A beer in her hand and sings 'Free-bird', slow
Then she raises a toast, here's to Ronnie and the boys
Now everybody make some noise
At the Bama Breeze
You're one of our own down there
You never drink alone down there
Good God I feel at home down there
At the Bama Breeze
You're one of our own down there
You never drink alone down there
Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated American
Hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing
Called by the allure of the sea
Tryin' to find what is ailing
Living in the land of the free
Some of them are running to lovers
Leaving no forward address
Some of them are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the IRS
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas
While they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
First you learn the native custom
Soon a word of Spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
Cause they know they can't trust you
Expatriated American feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
that they told themselves back home
Down to the Banana Republics
Things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying
any second hand American dreams
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas
while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a lime
Singing give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hopin' to find some fun
By: Jimmy Buffett
1971
Hardly seems a long time
Just a minute of the day
But the man who stood beside me
More than gave himself away
The food stain on his spotted shirt
A gray beard on his face
A man composed of many names
So I just called him Ace
Chorus:
But Ace can't read and Ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
Born in Mississippi
Picking cotton as a child
Left soon for the city
Where he heard that life was wild
That was fifty years ago
When nothing's really strange
>From a poor dirt farm to dirty streets
Is really not much change
Chorus:
And Ace can't read and Ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
Go back to the country
No he really can't do that
Wasted years have left him
Nothing but an old straw hat
So he puts it on his head
And waves a last good-bye
No time left to turn around
And no time to ask why
Chorus:
Ace can't read and Ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
And this old world has left poor Ace behind
See the lady
Smiles as if to tell
Her son remembers everyone
Treats 'em all quite well
He never asked for promises
And now his fame is wide
And everyone who knew him well shares a little pride
Chorus:
Ain't he a genius
The boy's become a star
And he smiles upon the faces
Who wish they could go far
Not long ago they criticized
The genius only wrote
And now they listen spellbound
With lumps caught in their throats
His virtue was sheer poverty
His vice was reading plays
While other children starved and fought
He learned just what to say
Through tension and confession
He beat the monster down
Then surfaced in society no longer underground
Chorus:
Ain't he a genius
The boy's become a star
And he smiles upon the faces
Who wish they could go far
Now they remember
Talk only of his good
While jealousy flows in their veins
And says I wish I could
Ain't he a genius
I talk to her picture
And stare at the wall
And my friends come and offer their help
To my back they're afraid I'm losing it all
To my face they say I'm not myself
And they name all the doctors they think I should see
But they don't understand it's not me
[Chorus:]
She's going out of my mind
And I'm showing all the signs
I thought that our love was one of a kind
Now she's going out of my mind
The place that I've kept her
Has suited her well
Though it's not where she wanted to be
And from up on that pedestal I couldn't tell
That she'd rather be down here with me
Now she just tells me how we can't relate
But she leaves out the part that I can't take
[Chorus]
There's a tear in her eye as they drive me away
And I turn to the doctors and say...
[Chorus]
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
Perogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then the crowd starts rollin' in
(Pretty soon you got) stars on the water
(Just like) stars on the water
You got stars on the water, let it rain
Beaumont to Biloxi
Sea breeze at your door
Gypsy rains, dang hurricanes
White silver sandy shores
The 'Blue Light' lounge is shinin'
Way out on the view
(It looks just like) stars on the water
(Just like) stars on the water
Looks like stars on the water, let it rain
When it's midnight down in Mobile
Shinin' moonbeams on the bay
They come from miles around to dance the jukebox down
And dig the good time sounds they all play
And all across the harbour
Night lights shinin' in
(It looks just like) stars on the water
(Just like) stars on the water
(Feels like) stars on the water, let it rain
Some folks say that I've got the perfect life
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife
I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind
Drift like a stratus cloud above the Carribean
But every now and then, the dragons come to call
Just when you least expect it you'll be dogin' cannon balls
I've seen too much not to stay in touch
With a world full of love and luck
I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition
I never forget to duck
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
It was a beautiful day the kind you want to toast
We were tree top flyin' movin' west along the coast
Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril
Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken we were not a ganja plane
Well you should have seen their faces when they finally realized
We were not some coked up cowboys sporting guns and alibis
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
They shot from the lighthouse
They shot from the highway
They shot from the top of the cliff
They had all gone haywire
We're catchin' fire and there wasn't even a spiff
Well the word got out all over the island
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'
Some thought me crazy for being way too nice
But it's just another shitty day in paradise
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you
Promise not to shoot you
[transcribed by Dave A]
Holiday
By: Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald, Bill Eaton, William Salter
1996
The weather channel girl
with her perfect weather curl
is talking cold, cold, cold
You can't get out of bed
you can't remember what you've said
you're feeling old, old, old
Is it fever or depression
anger or agression
what's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
the answer to your question's
very plain to see
Chorus
You need a holiday
take a holiday
find a far off wonderland
where you might regain command
of your life today
Take a holiday
you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
take a sail
and wind up in some moonlight bay
You're caught up in the Internet
you think it's such a great asset
but you're wrong, wrong, wrong
All that fiber optic gear
still cannot take away the fear
like an island song
Disregard confession
Stop trying to make impressions
on your corporate climb
it might come as quite a shock
but you can't really own that rock
it's just a waste of time
So, take a holiday
you need a holiday
find a place to find yourself
take your life down off that shelf
quit acting so blase
Take a holiday
you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
take a sail
and wind up in some moonlight bay
Well it's only up to you
no one else can teach you to
go out and have some fun
though if you want to stay alive
evade the big nose dive
be a comedian
And take a holiday
you need a holiday
find a far off wonderland
where you might regain command
of yourlife today
Take a holiday
you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
take a sail
and wind up in some moonlight bay
You need a holiday
take a holiday
find a place to find yourself
take your life down off that shelf
quit acting so blase
Take a holiday
you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
take a sail
and wind up in some moonlight bay
[transcribed by Jon L]
False Echos
By: Jimmy Buffett
1996
The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light
And the waterfront ritual began to ignite
All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of November, 1921
On the old Chicamauga the Signal Jacks flew
And the message they spelled out caused a great bally hoo
Every ship in Havana then hoisted away
All the pennants were 'a flyin' on my dad's first birthday
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Now his storybook childhood was not make believe
On the decks of a tall ship he was taught to achieve
Witnessed storms and starvation natural wonders and force
Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Well now life throws us curve balls we never can reach
He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach
Where he raised up his family taught us all to survive
Then the wind went away in 1995
[whistle/violin break]
Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by the ways
She lies on the bottom of old Mobile Bay
Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near
They protect him and tell him there's nothin' to fear
Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea
And it's a time in the future for Cameron and me
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for saving no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
The skies over Cuba were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of November 1921
Baby's Gone Shopping
By: Jimmy Buffett
1988
There are ten pictures of Marilyn Monroe in my studio and I always fantasize while I'm singing about being a chauffeur in the car as Marilyn hits the stores on Madison Avenue and then she asks me to go to Mexico with her.
Baby's gone shoppin' she's looking around
She's checkin' out the clothes on the boys in town
Pick up this drop off that
Stares at her pictures from the Fotomat
Oh she likes what she sees
But she's afraid of what she needs
She should be here with me
She should be here with me
But I don't make it easy, I'm no day at the beach
Just an old road dog gettin' harder to teach
Hang on this planet, hang on each twirl
Scatter my belongin's all over this world
I get more wrapped up each day
She's lookin' further away
She should be here with me
She should be here with me
(horn solo)
I'm no good at conversation (No good)
I don't want a proclamation (Oh, no, no)
I just think that we could use
A little face-to-face communication
Ow!
I've been thinkin', thinkin' this through
It's time to stop all this selfishness both me and you
I'll stop from here, you stop from there
We'll meet somewhere in the middle darlin' I don't care
I don't want no more heartaches it's time to put on the brakes
She should be here with me
I don't want no more heartaches it's time to slam on 'em brakes
She should be here with me
Baby's gone shoppin', she should be here with me
No more bar hoppin', she should be here with me
Now, I don't know but I've been told
That city livin' is awfully cold
She should be right here, here with me (he should be...)
Brrrrrr... (...here with me)
Baby's gone shoppin', she should be here with me (he should be...)
(...here with me)
No more bar, no more bar, no more bar hoppin'
Should be here with me (he should be here with me)
She should be here with me
She should be here with me (he should be...)
(...here with me)
No more bar, no more bar, no more bar hoppin'
Should be here with me (he should be here with me)
She should be here with me (gone shoppin')
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baby's gone shoppin' (gone shoppin')
Coda:
She should be here with me
She should be here with me (gone shoppin', he should be...)
She should be here with me (he should be here with me)
She should be here with me (gone shoppin', he should be here!)
[transcribed by linda h]
Bob roberts society band
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Well, you’ve heard about the alligators sleepin’ in the shade
You’ve heard heard about the sugar barons screwin’ up the ’glades,
It’s a melting pot existance
That is hard to contemplate
And a never ending battle in the sunshine state.
But far, far away from the front page news,
Far, far away from the headline blues,
Down a secondary road that severely shows it’s age
The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage.
It’s the bob roberts society band.
Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don’t play grunge and they don’t play loud.
It’s the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.
Well, the word goes out
From melbourne to the keys.
The faithful get the message
Like it’s written on the breeze.
Young folks, old folks,
’bout to cut a rug
Fox trot, bunny hop,
Do the jitterbug,
To the bob roberts society band.
Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don’t play grunge and they don’t play loud.
It’s the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.
I saw mini vans from boca,
Buses from perrine.
There were people speaking hindu
In the bar-b-que line.
A couple on their honeymoon
Looked a bit confused.
But the boys in the band put ’em right in the mood.
They played.....
A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone
Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone.
She sounded like she’s someone and never missed a beat.
By the time the number ended they were dancin’ in the street.
They’d died and gone to heaven,
That lively little crowd,
Trombones and saxophones
Sent ’em through the clouds.
It could have gone all night
But the party had to stop.
When they blew the circuit breaker
In the souvenir shop.
It’s the bob roberts society band
Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand
They don’t play grunge and they don’t play loud
It’s the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.
It’s the bob roberts society band
Playing every sunday down at the orange grove stand
They don’t play grunge and they don’t play loud
It’s the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.
Oh-yea-a-a-ah!
ou can spend all your days in the grind
Converting your nickels to dimes
ou could stuff all your pockets till they overflow
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
ou can say you're too old to be young
ou think you're too smart to be dumb
But the well-seasoned pro knows how long he can go
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
ou can sing every song that's been sung
Offer the moon and the sun
But if you ask me it's all been both said and been done
We're just recycled history machines
Cavemen in faded blue jeans
It's the unanswered question in each one of us
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
The more we learn the less we know
What you keep is what you can't let go
Take it fast or take it slow
Just one way for you to go
Don chu know
Spoken:
Let's go now
ou can sing every song that's been sung
Offer the moon and the sun
But if you ask me it's not in the race that you run
It's that outcast in each one of us
Who get's the girl that is too glamorous
There's no one to deceive it's just all make believe
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
Oh....
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
I Don't Know
I Don't Know
Spoken:
Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I can name that song in, in two notes.
It's another one of those songs that I've written about not knowing much, or
not knowing what I was doing, or not knowing where I was going, or not knowing
where I'd been. eah, Frank Bama once said the best navigators are not quite sure
where they're going until they get there...and then they're still not sure.
But I know one thing...Indecision may or may not be my problem. And this song is
gone way too long, and it's, she's gettin out of control, and oh my god!...
Turn off the TV
Turn off the crap
Kick off your high heels
Climb up in my lap
And I'll play music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues
No interruptions from the telephone
Don't need call waiting
Just you and me alone
And my six string music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues
Oh I remember that night in Africa
My daughter and my little guitar
Straddling the equator
The king of Zanzibar
Those shy black hidden faces
They didn't know me from Adam's cat
But the words and the singing
And the people in a ring
And the whole night went like that
Some folks like icing, some folks like cake
Some swim in the ocean, some paddle in a lake
You can get into Beethoven, you can groove on Jimmy Reed
But keep it simple stupid
All we really need
Is six string music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues
Six string music
Ain't no symphony
It's just six string music
So elementary
On the corner of Government and Bay Avenue
The old doomsday fanatic wore a crown of kudzu
Sirens where wailing in the gulf coastal heat
And it seemed like the whole world was in forced retreat
I paid no attention, revolved through the door
Passed the newspaper rack on the worn marble floor
Near civil war history my heart skipped a beat
She was standing in fiction stretched high on bare feet
Love in the library, quiet and cool
Love in the library, there are no rules
Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library once upon a time
I was the pirate and she was the queen
Sir Francis and Elizabeth the best there's ever been
Then she strolled past my table and stopped at the stairs
Then sent me a smile as she reached for Flaubert
Love in the library, quiet and cool
Love in the library, there are no rules
Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library once upon a time
She gathered her books, walked while she read
Words never spoken but so much was said
You can read all you want into this rendezvous
But it's safer than most things that lovers can do
Well stories have endings and fantasies fade
The guard by the door starts drawing the shade
So write your own ending and hope they come true
For the lovers and strangers on Bay Avenue
Love in the library, quiet and cool
Love in the library, there are no rules
Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library once upon a time
My garden is filled with papayas and mangos
My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos
Taste for the good life, I can live it no other way
While out on the beach there are two empty chairs
That say more than the people who ever sit there
From under my lone palm I can look out on the day
Where no bird flies by my window
No ship is tied to my tree
Love is a wave building to a crescendo
Ride if you will, ride it with me
I knew this girl made of memories and phrases
Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages
Danced til the dawn, wished all her worries away
Well she wasn't crazy no she wasn't mad
She just wanted the father that she never had
From under my lone palm I think about her today
Where no bird flies by my window
No ship is tied to my tree
Love is a wave building to a crescendo
Ride if you will, ride it with me
We sailed from the port of indecision
Young and wild with oh so much to learn
Days turn into years as we tried to fool our fears
But to the port of indecision I returned
My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos
My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles
Come Christmas winds and blow all my worries away
Where no bird flies by my window
No ship is tied to my tree
Love is a wave building to a crescendo
Ride if you will, ride it with me
Sing if you will and we'll sing to the sea
Frenchman for the Night
By: Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth
1994
>From his driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy grammaphone
Cuts to the bone
La Vie en Rose arpeggios
So the dream begins
And the song is amplified
Buy the Beaujolais
On Bastille Day
He dances in the tide
Chorus:
By the light of the moon
He's a frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
Well it takes him back
To the days of love and war
And the girl he knew
With eyes of blue
Waiting on the shore
If he'd only known
How the years would fly on by
Such a simple crime
He's run out of time
So he reaches for the sky
Chorus:
By the light of the moon
He's a frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
Blame it on the Champs Elysees
Blame it on a tune
Blame it on the stroke of Monet
But you can't escape the moon
You can't escape the moon.
He sees the stars above
As the floor to heavens light
While the angels taunt
C'est une nuit blanche
He's a frenchman for the night.
>From a driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
Scratchy grammophone
Cuts to the bone
La vie en rose arpeggios
Chorus:
By the light of the moon
He's a frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
By the light of the moon
He's a frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances ?round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language of her own
That I cannot discover
But she knows, I love her so
When I tuck her ?neath the covers
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life?s good on our boat
Delaney draws me pictures
She finger paints the sand
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs
Then I do my bad handstand
She?s growin? up too fast for me
And askin? lots of questions
Some I know the answers to
And some I?m lookin? for suggestions
Father, daughter
Born by the water
Surf?s up, sun?s down
Life in a beach town
And some of the things I?ve seen
Maybe she won?t have to see
But there?s a lot I want to pass along
That was handed down to me
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances ?round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language of her own
Just a little like her mother
And she knows, I love her so
When I tuck her ?neath the covers
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life?s good on our boat
Shells sink, dreams float
Kindergarten
King of excuses
Sister Mary Mojo, so hard to trick
What can I say
The dog ate my homework
I could play the game
They love me anyway
Alibis, angles and tales from the tropics
Come to my mind, so easy and quick
Spacemen from mars stole all of my money
I could play the game
They love me just the same
[Chorus:]
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
That's my life and all that I've got
Call me a liar, call me a writer
Believe me or not
Believe me or not
Women always know before you tell them
The younger girls, so easy to trick
What's that word? I think I'm eccentric
I can play the game
They love me anyway
Revelations
Love when they happen
Wizards and lizards, I choose and I pick
In a hundred years it all won't matter
How you play the game
They love you just the same
[Chorus]
I will play the game
I still stay the same
I will play the game
Believe me or not
[Chorus]
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
That's my life and all that I've got
Call me a liar, call me a writer
Believe me or not
Believe me or not
I will play the game
I will stay the same
I will play the game
Again
And again
I will play the game
I will stay the same
I will play the game
Again
And again
The place down the block, the one
with no clock
Covert rendezvous with you at the
usual time
I savor the scent of the fish on
the grill
Life's so spicy up on bar-b-q-hill
Lookin' good, you look so fine
Waiter bring us one more bottle of wine
[Chorus:]
I wish lunch could last forever
Make the whole day one big afternoon
We'll begin with dessert a little coconut tart
Mmmm tastes as sweet as a piece of your heart
Cafe au lait beneath the Paris moon
Don't hide you eyes just wear your disguise
Brazil's in the air I swear it feels like Mardi Gras time
I savor the scent love that Anik Goutal
As we walk in time to the cathedral bell
[Chorus]
I wish lunch could last forever
Make the whole day a first time love affair
We'll begin with a kiss, such a warm place to start
Let me into your life, let me into your heart
Mea culpa mea culpa carnivals in the air
Girl of a thousand faces
From a long line of basket cases
Daughter of a fortune teller
Oh, the lovely Isabella
She's changing channels
Stayin' on her toes
She's just changing channels
As she goes
This place is full of beachhead sailors
Fishermen and old retailers
Simple lives are so deep seated
And history always gets repeated
Some folks see a birds eye view
Others haven't got a clue
Some will go and some will stay
It doesn't matter anyway
They are changing channels
Crazy girls and boys
They'll be changing channels
Changing toys
Survivors of tidal waves
Children of former slaves
Strange how they all behave
Like it's another world
There's an island in the ocean
Where the people stay in motion
Somewhere on the old gulf stream
Do they live or did I dream
They were changing channels
Waitin' for their sails to fill
They'll be changing channels
Always will
They'll be changing channels
Waitin' for their sails to fill
They'll be changing channels
Carnival World
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by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth and Jay Oliver
My father always said that there's no free ride
You've got to make a sacrifice
With so many prophets on the Lord's side
Even your soul has got a price
But talk is cheap
It takes money to buy your freedom
And the tax man's knockin' on your door
Chorus:
Spend it while you can
Money's contraband
You can't take it with you when you go
Spend it while you can
Befoer it's taken from your hand
There's no free ride in this carnival world
Too many hawkwe on this traveling show
Everybody's got something to sell
Bootleg Swatches, cardboard Gucci gear
Watch your step at the wishing well
What's mine is mine
It's only one thin dime
My cash has always meant to flow
Chorus:
Spend it while you can
Money's contraband
You can't take it with you when you go
Spend it while you can
Befoer it's taken from your hand
There's no free ride in this carnival world
But talk is cheap
It takes money to buy your freedom
And the tax man's knocking on your door
Chorus:
Spend it while you can
Money's contraband
You can't take it with you when you go
Spend it while you can
Befoer it's taken from your hand
Well I saw this couple
Just the other day
Livin' under a bridge
In a homeless way
Like a million others
All over this land
Livin' day to day
Without a master plan
In this unforgiving world
There ain't no doubt
It will chew you up
And it will spit you out
She calls him barracuda
My barracuda
She used to work in the circus
A real high wire act
He was a lion tamer
Up until the attack
He came without instructions
Then he came unglued
Now he's just a monster
in a human suit
She calls him barracuda
My barracuda
She still can't figure out
What she's doin' down here
Ans she don't know
If he loves her or not
He may be a barracuda
But he's the only lover she's got
Barracuda
I've traveled all around the world
And there are places that still stand out to me
But nowhere else can quite compare
To my island in the sea
My personal utopia a place to run to
Where I can hide away
Where I can truly reign supreme
somewhere fresh and clean
Where a man can dream
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Don'tcha know)
I'm king like every man should be
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Way to go)
Where the music in my soul
makes me start to lose control
I could melt right on the spot
I'm king of somewhere hot
Someday I hope to find my queen
I know she'll come my way
I'll give her all my love
It's not a complicated thing
just a place where I can swing
Where a man can be a king
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Don't cha know)
I'm king like every man should be
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Way to go)
O don't care how hard you look
you won't find me in the book
I could melt right on the spot
I'm the king of somewhere hot
This world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searchin' for a great heart
To stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you barely know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
Guk a 'mzimba (body grow old)
Sala 'nhliziyo (but heart remain behind)
They're closin' down the hangout
The air is turnin' cool
They'er shuttin' off the superslide'
The kids are back in school
The tourist traps are empty
Vacancy abounds
Almost like it used to be
Before the circus came to town
That's when it always happens
Same time every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear
Hello mister other me
It's been a long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself's a crime
So tell me all your troubles
I'll surely tell you mine
We'll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke
And have a glass of wine
That's where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
It's the only place he knows
Where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
He's hold up down on Ramrod Key in the Tavernier Hotel
Livin' out his loneliness like an oyster in a shell
By days he pulls the trap lines
By night he lives alone
Don't really feel like company it's just him and his fridge
And his phone
Meet Me In Memphis that's where I'll be
I'm by the river please come back to me
Meet Me In Memphis my wild days are through
And nothin' replaces me next to you
He's been there since she ran away
She said, 'She needs some space'
Occasionally she still calls collect
From some god forsaken place
Then one day a letter came
Postmarked Tennessee
And the envelope scent
And the postage spent
Well it lit up her old memory
Meet Me In Memphis that's what she said
Too much for a letter please come here instead
Meet Me In Memphis my wild days are through
Still nothing replaces me next to you
I know she could break my heart again
But I'm gonna play and I'm gonna win
Where Otis would play
Da da da dock of the bay
Meet Me In Memphis that's where I'll be
I'm by the river you're by the sea
(Oh please) Meet Me in Memphis my wild days are through
Still nothing replaces me next to you.
Everyday I read about these operations
That make a heart that's weak so strong again
I relate it to my own situation
And now I know just what to say to you.
Please bypass this heart
Until I'm well again
Let's not even start to fall where we fell again
The cheating was sweet but my heart is beat
Don't tear it apart
Please bypass this heart
Please bypass this heart
In simpler times I didn't need a lot of healing
My heart was young and strong and worked just fine
But now you've shown me there's a hurting side of feeling
There's just one cure and here's what you must do
Please bypass this heart.
It's the reason for livin'
That's what I'm givin'
I don't need a history lesson
To tell my 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 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 evr 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 them
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 jumping 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 cravin')
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
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
I come from where the rivers meet the sea
That's part of why I'm so wild and fancy free
I was early into crazy ways
My folks said, 'It's just a phase'
They were hoping for better days
Now in my line of work I seem to see a lot more than most
Write 'em down, pas 'em around
It's the gospel from the coast
Reflections, not just replays
Takin' time to escape the maze
Lookin' for better days
I spent a year of my life one night
On the beaches in old Beirut
Seems that all they're aimin' for there
Is to hang around and shoot
Each others' lives away
Bloody winds on a distant bay
They're lookin' for better days
Looking to the left, looking to the right
Looking to the stars to shed some light
Hoping for a breath, hoping for break
Hopin' for the give without the take
The dreamers line the state road
Just to watch the runway show
Slouched behind their steering wheels
They just watch the big jets go
Streakin' through the morning haze
Focal point of a distant gaze
Lookin' for better days
Pale invaders and tanned crusaders
Are worshipping the sun
On the corner of 'walk' and 'don't walk'
Somewhere on US 1
I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days
I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days, lookin' for better days
Lookin' for Floridays
Better days, better days
Everybody's lookin' for better days
Somewhere beneath the shining star
Better days, mon't you take me to better days
Better days, I sure could use a few better days
Floridays
Fun tickets in my pocket, visions in my brain
Grand father always told me it I went down
I might never come back again
I studied the language tapes
And I read all the books
Still nothing prepared me for my
Very First Look
It was my First Look
Baby that's all it took
Was my First Look
Around
I think I want to go flyin'
But I don't want to leave the ground
So I'll just cruise on my landing gear
And taxi round Rio town
Up to the mountain, down to the sea
Take me to Leblon where the samba queen
Waits for me
It was my First Look
That's when I swallowed the hook
On my First Look
Around
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Six days later I was felling like a missing link
When my friends told me hey Jimmy
It must have been the hoodlum drink
Now it's time for siestas
And a belly full of rice and beans
And figure if I'm brave enough
To repeat the whole crazy scene
On my First Look
That's when I swallowed the hook
On my First Look around
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Last Mango In Paris
By: Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings, Michael Utley
1985
"For all the living legends I've had the pleasure to know. There's
still so much to be done."
I went down to Captain Tony's
To get out of the heat
Then 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
Chorus:
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
I woke up dry beneath the African sky
Just me and my Swiss Army knife
Chorus:
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 sky
And like the sun he disappeared
Before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty
And 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
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
That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Timothy B. Schmit
There is a tale that the Island people tell
Don't care if it is true 'cause I love it so well
Jolly Mon sing for his supper every night
The people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right
Oh oh oh oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh make Orion ring
And they wanted him to sing on the island near and far
He always found his way by Orion lucky star
He'd tell them of their joys, he'd tell them of their woes
They loved to see him come, they'd hate to see him go
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the music ring
He was makin' his way home on a dark and stormy night
When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashin' light
When he reached the other boat and offered them a hand
They said, 'Give us all your cargo' as the took a pirate stand
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, give 'em everything
'Jolly Mon it's over sing your last song very well'
They tossed him in the ocean 'ause their hearts were made in Hell
Came along a dolphin, he said, 'Jolly Mon hello!
I've always loved your singing, climb aboard, don't let go.'
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the oceans ring
The night was filled with magic, they bid the sea goodbye
They swam into the heavens, they stayed up in the sky
And all the Island people when they wish upon a star
See the Dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them where they are
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the heavens ring
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the magic ring!
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh Jolly Mon sing
Gypsies In The Palace
By: Jimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey, Will Jennings
1985
";I have heard that some of the great parties of all times have
been at my house - when I wasn't there.";
-- Spoken:
";In days of old, when knights were bold,
And journeyed from their castles,
Trusty men were left behind,
Knights needed not the hassles.
They helped themselves to pig and peach,
And drank from King's own chalice.
Oh, it was a stirring sight
These gypsies in the palace.";
";And some things never change. Hit it boys!";
So long boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
Limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell we'll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, He's left us here alone
The Order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring 'em over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and a' goin' wild tonight
He's the greatest guy to work for, man he's really cool
Hey Snake this party's gettin' dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're raisin' hell tonight
Hey
Oh hi there boss, what's goin' on
You say you're coming WHEN?
I'll send Snake out to pick you up tomorrow night at ten, OKAY!
Everybody outta here, this joint is closin' down
We gotta find someone to clean this up, he's comin' back to town
Hi there boss we waxed your cars, we raked and mowed your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you've really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The Order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
-- Spoken:
";Hey, Jimmy, It's Glenn";
";Glenn, How ya doin'?";
";Fine man, I'm goin' on the road.
Do you know anybody who could possibly house-sit for me?";
";I got these two great guys that look after my place.
Man, they're the best!";
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Jimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey, Timothy B. Schmit
Featuring Mark O'Connor on fiddle
Left one in the drizzling rain
Found one on the morning plane
Leaving out his well-known line
Bought her some gin - that did her in
Now they're making love behind the occupied sign
[Chorus:]
Just a living example of love in decline
Looking so hard and so little time
Going ninety to nothing and flying stone blind
Just a living example of love in decline
Miami hotel disco bar
He asked if she's a movie star
Her eyes light and up - they're going far
No time for a room it happened to soon
Now they're making love in her rental car
Just a living example of love in decline
[Chorus]
There's a full earth tonight
And Mars is big and bright
And all our friends are flying in
It's such a lovely sight
Gravity never could hold me
That is what you always told me
So come to the moon
I hope to see you soon
Half a million miles isn't far to go
You know I need you so
So come to the moon
The starship's leaving soon
Until then I'm just wishing on every star
You will be here real soon
Come to the Moon
Those crazy Martian days
We went our separate ways...
Time and space we'll find a place
to bring our lives in phase
We're lost amid the galaxies revolving
And we're all just a part of what's evolving
Evolving
So come to the moon
I'm not saying I'm scared of you
But your love is something new
When I hold you we're swaying in the wind
Of all the bridges I've ever crossed
High and lonesome and wild and lost
I feel this time I'll take it to the end
We don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay
[Chorus:]
And we'll burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn it down
Burn it down
We've both done our share of runnin' around
Now we know enough to know the kind of love
we've found
It's the real thing and we've got to see it through
I'm a singer and a sailor on a midnight sea
Oh captain come and take me on your fantasy
If we're crazy that ain't nothin' new
'Cause we don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay and
[Chorus]
Who knows how it started
Who knows it's ends
The point of no return is waiting
just around the bend
[Chorus]
Years ago, down in Riviera Beach in southeast Texas, I saw some cowboys ride into town on horseback for a dinner of GULF shrimp AND oysters. If you were Superman you could have seen Key WESTERN off there in the distance. This album has a musical range expanding in an arc from Bob Wills to Bob Marley with the Gulf somehow always there: a low and high tidal range, sweet and piney like the Delta soil, Caribbean Islands white with coral dust, ladies as moist and sweet as a fresh broken conch. Rather than a return, Buffett is starting out from the center again, with a vast expansion both musically and emotionally. The music is a triumph for an American sound.
- Jim Harrison
Sleeve -
Acoustic Guitar - Jimmy Buffett
Electric Guitar - Reggie Young
Electric and Acoustic Guitar - Billy Walker Jr.
Bass - Emory Gordy
Keyboards and Synthesizer - Michael Utley
Keyboards and Synthesizer - John Jarvis
Drums - Matt Betton
Steel Drums - Robert Greenidge
Percussion - Samuel Clayton
Harmonica - Greg ";Fingers"; Taylor
Background Vocals - Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, Wendy Waldman, Thom
Flora, Larry Lee, Samuel Clayton
Mac McAnally appears courtesy of Geffen Records
Produced and Recorded by: Jimmy Bowen for Lynwood Production, Michael Utley and Tony Brown
Recorded and mixed at Sound Stage Studio
1st Engineers: Ron Treat - Basic Tracks and Overdubs, Steve Tillisch - Mixdown
2dn Engineers: Mark Coddington and Vicki Hicks
Originally mastered at Masterfonics by Glenn Meadows
Mixed and mastered using the JVC Digital Audio Mastering System
Photography by Jim Shea
Drawings on the sleeve by: Savannah Jane Buffett, Maura and Melanie Lyons.
Art Direction by Jeff Adamoff
Very Special Thanks to:
Nashville - Johnny Dickinson, Charlie Allen, Will ";Dr. Wheeeel"; Jennings, ";Dirt"; Lanier, Jessie Noble, Abbe Demontbreun and to the Consistent Nutrition Experts Hap Towned, Luthers' Bar BQ, Mac's Cafe and the Ellistio Place Soda Shop
At the Gulf - Dan Sweet, Kenny Wall, Greer and Brooke Radcliff and ";Rusty"; the Wonder Horse
Out West - Howard Kaufman, Bobby Liberman and Nina Avramides-Berducat
";This album is dedicated with much love to Jane Slagsvol Buffett, who over the years, has been and remains, the ultimate riddle in the sand.";
One Particular Harbour
By: Jimmy Buffett, Bobby Holcomb
1983
For Marius Skatelborough
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
Ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
(pan solo)
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Lakes below the mountain
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei, hey now, hey now, hey now
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua [Bounty of the land is exhausted]
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie [But there's still abundance in the sea]
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Timothy B. Schmit and The Chorale Epherona
Additional Percussion and Congas: Errol ";Crusher"; Bennett
Pahue and Toere Drums: Jimmy Buffett, Jim Shea, and Sam Clayton (The
Boom Boom Boys)
Language is Tahitian
Honey Do
By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley
1983
For Hoagy Carmichael
You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date
(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again
I've seen your fat cat style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder
I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey do, a little toast for me and you
Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again
I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
";Uh Sir, she's just not coming";
Now what the hell does garcon know
We've been through all this befo'
Honey do, honey come and do me again
-- Spoken: ";Alright Blues Torpedoes";
(sax solo)
Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again (one more time)
Yeah honey do, honey come and do me again
Oh oh oh oh
Honey do, honey come and do me again
- Notes:
Drums: Matt Betton
Upright Bass: David Jackson
Saxophones: Matt Betton and The Blues Torpedoes
Background Vocals: Rita Coolidge, David Lasley, Arnold McCuller
Catch the elevator from the penthouse suite
And take it down to the casino
The God almighty sound of money movin' round
Can be heard all the way to Reno
Well it's midnight and I'm not famous yet
Tryin' to win it all with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and I'm just gettin' ready to go
Lester Polyester signs another marker
Like the high rollers do
Seven come eleven
His brand new baby needs Gucci shoes
Well it's midnight and she's not famous yet
Tryin' to break the bank with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and Lester's gettin' ready to roll
[Instrumental]
They're pagin' someone we know
Lester hits a Keno
he's not leavin' yet
Vacuum cleaners hummin' lounge act still is strummin'
It's their twenty fourth set
Well it's midnight and they're not famous yet
Tryin' to win with one last bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight got nowhere to go
Came to see friends
Walk old streets again
Grab a bite and beer by the sea
It caught my attention
The old town has grown
That's why I came alone
But I've been treated well
I raised all kinds of hell
When a full tank was only a fin
Ain't it quite funny how things turn around
I heard I was in town
I was a madman in a pickup truck
So many years ago
Changes have come like the storms of the season
But time here still moves slow
Passed the old joints
My favorite haunts
Where we'd stay for twelve or ten
Ain't it quite funny word gets around
I heard I was in town
I was a madman in a pickup truck
So many years ago
Changes have come like the storms of the season
But time here still moves slow
Came to see friends
Walk old streets again
Maybe strike up a tune with the moon
Don't it seem funny
Word gets around
I heard I was in town
They talk about the women too much
Women got 'em so confused
They don't talk about their lives as such
My life is all I got to lose
They take it with a grain of salt
And laugh at the complexities
They're good at pickin' all the faults
I keep laughin' so they don't pick me
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
I'd never know if I was Wrong or right
But That's just what you get
You gotta go the distance
If you're gonna fight a good fight, good fight
[Chorus:]
Keep it up & keep a good fight
Keep it up & keep a good fight
Yes it's got to be a good fight
All I want is just a good fight
Telephone begins to ring
That could only be one call
I might as well be on the moon
Standin' in the shower stall
I can't believe she picked it up
She didn't know the rules somehow
And then I hear her say hello-hello
Panic in the grey room now
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
She'd kill me whether I was wrong or right
But that's just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you wanna fight a good fight
You never know until you try
It's hard to see which side your on
Some people say your half way here
Some people say your half way gone
[Chorus]
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 sweat
It'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
Island I see you in the distance
I feel that your existence
Is not unlike my own
Island they say no man is like you
They say you stand alone
Sometimes I feel that way too
Is it the need for love?
Heart and soul accompaniment
That seems to make me different from you
I've tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
I've taken to the air on wings of silver
But always hit the ground
Island I see you in all of my dreams
But I'm a man with no means to reach your distant shore
Island I see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me long that much more
To be like you
Heart and soul accompaniment
That seems to make me different from you
I've tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
I've taken to the air on wings of silver
But always hit the ground
[Instrumental]
Travis McGee's still in Cedar Key
That's what John McDonald said
My rendezvous so long overdue
With all of the things I've sung and read
They still apply to me, they all make sense in time
But now I'm incommunicado
Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no bravado
Takin' the long way home
Now on the day that John Wayne died
I found myself on the continental divide
Tell me where do we go from here?
Think I'll ride into Leadville and have a few beers
Think of 'Red River', 'Liberty Valence' can't believe
the old man's gone
But now he's incommunicado
Leaving such a hole in a world that believed
That a life with such bravado
Was taking the right way home
So when I finished the last line
I put the book by itself on the shelf
With my heart in it
Never wasting time takin' the right way home
I know you're never wastin' time
Findin' the right way home
Still I am incommunicado
Livin' next door to a leg with a pin in it
Never wastin' time, takin' the right way home
[Repeat]
I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible, these brittle bones don't bend
Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead
Sometimes I see me as old manatee
Headin' south as the waters grow colder
Tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulder
But that's how it goes (that's how it goes), right to the end
Though his body's quite flexible, that barnacle brain don't bend
Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm livin' than live while I'm dead
(instrumental)
Now don't get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes its toll as we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical fitness
So what the hell, we'll take it right to the end
As the days grow more complicated the nightlife still wins
Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead
Tuesday on the island
Not much goin' on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn
The jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
'Cause stories bear repeating
For everyone's delight
Chorus:
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
Can't keep nothin' under their hat
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
Sayin' who did dis and dat
Dis and dat, Dis and dat
Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big a fool
To do a belly-buster high dive
And miss the entire pool
And what became of sweet Melissa
And the boy nobody knew
Did Ricardo ever find her
I swear it's just between me and you
Chorus:
But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes, comes and goes
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, (la la la la la la la)
La, la la la, (la la la la la la oooooh)
It's hump day on the island
The lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said
But when the eagle flies on Friday
And the boys break out the rum
And the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hot lines hum
Chorus:
Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
All the celebration and the stress
Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
In twenty-five words or less
I want to hear it on the coconut telgraph (telegraph)
All the celebration and the stress
Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
In twenty-five words or less
Dis and dat, Comes and goes
Dis and dat, Comes and goes
What could I do?
That's never been done before
What can I say?
That hasn't been said by scores
If I was a designer I could do nothing finer
Than dress you in style
But I'm a hopeless romantic still
behind all these antics
Is a heart full of smiles
So I'll just keep on dreamin'
The thoughts that are in my brain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
I know that I've
The imagination of a child
And there are times
When I let it all run wild
But if I hurt, you forgive
Still you won't let me live
Some of those episodes down
That's why I love you
And put no one above you
Love your sights and your sounds
So I'll just keep on movin'
When the forecast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
So I'll just keep on movin'
When the forcast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
Yes I love you
Put no one above you
You're the lady I can't explain
Now young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars
Once around Venus, twice around Mars
Then they spied an island rise out of the sea
They fell back to Earth just as free as you please
The children all gathered the church bells did ring
Suddenly everyone started to sing
[Chorus:]
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chanson pour toute le monde
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chanson pour toute le monde
Queen of the island she welcomed them in
Asked them questions of where they have been
She offered them chocolate she offered them tea
They all took their seats in the top of a tree
And raccoons brought wine and the mice they brought cheese
Beautiful birds floated by on the breeze
From out of the oceans the dolphins began
Humming a tune that soon covered the land
[Chorus]
So young Princess Lia brought coral and pearls
Gifts to the travelers from some other world
The Bush doctor mixed up a magical spell
Swore them to secrecy, never to tell
So young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
The sun was rising, they'd be home by noon
Humming the words to this magical tune
[Chorus]
Song for the children
Song for the world
Livingston Saturday Night
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight
You take a few tokes make you feel alright
Rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night
Pickup's washed and you just got paid
With any luck at all you might even get laid
'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night
So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool
Hittin' on the honeys right outta high school
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(alright Timmy...)
Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(where's that harpoon man...)
Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
- Notes:
Guitar solo: Tim Krekel
Harmonica solo: Fingers Taylor
Cheeseburger In Paradise
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
But at night I'd had these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zuchinni, fettucini or bulghar wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too precise (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
Times have changed for sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice (paradise)
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise)
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Coda:
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Deborah McColl, Penny Nichols, Lea Jane Berinati,
Janie Fricke, Ginger Holladay
Disembarking at Duvalier Airport
Seeking transportation to town
As the purple ink dried on his passport
He could still feel the eyes look around
'Messieur ou est le casino?'
He spoke to the cabbie and smiled
The driver replied 'Vieux ou noveaux?'
As he motioned the dark man inside.
Business in Aruba concluded
He now had a little money to spend
That's how I came to meet my African friend
We were rollin' the bones several hours
Conversing as most gamblers do
We were calling on all of our powers
Hoping to see the night through.
But not approving at all of our winning
The pit boss he tugged at his sleeve
Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning
When he motioned it's time we should leave.
With our night at the tables behind us
We were ready just to do it again
That's when I came to know my African Friend
But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse
A soldier told me I' better leave
As I stumbled to find me a taxi
I saw a note pinned to my sleeve.
'It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening
It was truly our night to win
But the authorities insist on my leaving
Take care, my American friend.'
With my weekend at Haiti concluded
I now had a little money to spend
That's when I came to meet my African friend
That's how I came to know another good friend.
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to the many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
An' talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away
For the captain and the kid
His world had gone from sailin' ships
To rakin' mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard
We both were growin' older then
Wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steered
He died about a month ago
While winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud
To love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now
A place he outta be
With one hand on the starboard rail
He's wavin' back at me
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to his many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
Talk of things he did
The world was just a day away
For the captain and the kid
For the captain
And this kid
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
Chorus:
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus (oh my lordy it's that...)
It's that kind of mornin'
Really was that kind of night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little beer
Listen to the jukebox
Merle was comin' in clear
All of a sudden I wad'n alone
Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones
Duval Street was rockin'
My eyes they starting poppin'
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar
As I broke another string on my ol' guitar
Someone call a cab
Lady won'tcha pay my tab
Chorus:
And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
(oh my lordy it's that...)
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Gotta get a little orange juice
And a Darvon for my head
I can't spend all day
Baby layin' in the bed
I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk
Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day
Chorus:
But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
(oh my lordy it's that...)
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Let me tell ya, I be roarin' Friday night
I mean I'll be
Roarin'
Friday
Night
One o'clock in the mornin',
people pilin' into the door.
Drinks are still comin' in and
I'm barely hummin' and the
audience is screamin' for more.
Somebody's locked in the bathroom,
manager can't find the key.
I pay that man but from where I stand,
it's lookin like a pris'ner is me.
[Chorus:]
So won't you kick it in second wind
we got two more hours to go.
Is there anymore hope of scorin' anymore coke,
and we've still got to do another show.
My mind started to wander,
In the middle of the second song
Dreamin' I was at sea, just my baby and me
when the words started coming out wrong.
Waitresses are pickin' up glasses,
The bartender screamed last call.
When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
And the bass man took a bad fall.
[Chorus]
[Instrumental]
It's three o'clock in the mornin',
runnin' on adrenalin.
What I'm tryin to say is that tomorrow's the day
And we've got to do it over again.
[Chorus]
If I was a road dog, baby
All of my songs were true
Reckon' I'd like my whiskey drinkin'
a whole lot more than I do
But I don't know about the good life, baby
Not so sure it's for me
I'd much rather be home rollin' with you
Than watching Tom Snyder on TV
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Big rig baby, rollin' on home to you
Now I been to lots of parties
Spent my whole life in a bar
There's a whole lot of good lookin' women out there
Who think I am a star
Drinkin' and a smokin' ain't really where I am
If I had my own two ways I'd be rollin' home to Alabam
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby, rollin' on home to you
Now some day I'll be better
My ramblin' days will be through
I won't have anymore gigs to play
I'll be back home there with you
But meanwhile wait a minute
What's that thing I see
It's a good lookin' woman with a bottle of Scotch
And she wants to go home with me
She's lookin' like a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was big rig, a big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
(Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth)
A sail on the horizon's got a land fall rendezvous
The captain steers a well known course he steers her straight and true
As he trims the sheets he sings a song he learned on boats and bars
";A 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
Chorus:
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Cali, Calais no work today, let's shelve the old log book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun.
There's a party down at Le Select all music, rhum and cheers
Faces in the shadows, I haven't seen for years
The masts and shrouds are filled with lights 'neath the waning of the moon
There's an air of celebration in the realm of King Neptune.
Chorus:
Instrumental bridge
Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
The North Pole is the 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
Chorus:
Livington's Gone To Texas
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
Nothin' is different
Nothin' has changed at all
Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever
Thinks about the tears his woman cried
Now honey, won't you let me
Try and make you smile
You loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile
Wrote he had to see the country
On starry nights he wished you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares
And nothin' is different
Nothin' has changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
The snow's about to fall
Come Monday
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day week-end show
I've got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey I didn't know
That I'd be missin' you so
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Somethin' you tried to explain
And darlin', since I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I can't help it honey
You're that much a part of me now
Remember that night in Montana
When we said there'd be no room for doubt
I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry
I know that it's pretty up there
We can go hikin' on Tuesday
With you I'd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Spider John is my name friend
I'm in between freights and I sure would be obliged
If you'd share your company
I know this may sound strange to you
But if you wait 'til the song is sung and the stories told
You might come to understand
Why I'm old and bent and devil's been runnin' out of time
When I long ago held a royal flush in my hand.
Oh, I was a super market fool, I was a roll-the-bank, a
stool pigeon,
Robbing my hometown
I thought I'd lost the blues, yes, I thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style
But here I sit ol' Spider John
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' Spider John with the loaded hand
Taking ransom
Then one day I met Diamond Lil
She was the sweetest thing, I declare,
That the summer breeze ever blown my way
But, lady, she had no idea my illustrious occupation
She thought I was a saint, not a sinner gone astray
But you see that word got around and Lily left town
Never saw her again
Tossin' and turnin', causin' my heart to grieve
Oh, I was a super market fool, I was roll-the-bank, stool pigeon
Robbing my hometown.
I thought I'd lost my blues, thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style.
But here I sit ol' Spider John,
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' Spider John with the loaded hand
Taking ransom
That is all my story
Been these thirty years since I took to the road
Find my precious jewel one
If you see my Lily, won't you give her my regards
Tell her ol' Spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun
You can tell her that ol' Spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun
I never used to miss the chance to climb up on his knee
And listen to the many tales of life upon the sea
We'd go sailing back on Barkentines we'd talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away for the Captain and the kid
His world had gone from sailing ships to raking mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land although he tried so hard
We both were growing older then and wiser with the years
That's when I came to understand the course his heart still steers
He died about a month ago while winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud to love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now that's where he oughta be
With one hand on the starboard rail he's wavin' back at me
I never used to miss the chance to climb up on his knee
And listen to the many tales of life upon the sea
We'd go sailing back on Barkentines talk of things he did
The world was just a day away for the Captain and the kid
For the Captain and this kid
I have watched as the sun went down
I have crashed as the room spun around
Now she's gone, she can't be found
And I'm down where I've been before
Sat and watched as she bolts out the door
Can't explain why the woman's sore
It's gonna rain some more
Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if's she's there
'Cause she took every cent of mine
Paid it all to the Pan Am line
Though she's gone, I hope she's fine
Fly love of mine
Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if's she's there
So tally-ho
Jolly good show
My woman's gone to England
Why is he cussin' and callin' disgustin'
The city that is now his home
He never smiles or keeps up with styles
He is black and he is all alone
And you ask why he's this way
Well brother you're too blind to see
It's cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Get out of the street don't get high on my beat
Go on home the policeman warns
Just 'cause you're poor why do you declare war
I can't help the way that you were born
Why are they holdin' him down
He's spending his life on his knees
'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Chorus:
Got to help Ellis
Got to help Ellis
You know we got to help Ellis Ellis Dee
Try and help Ellis you and me
Got to get to Ellis hear his plea
Try and help Ellis get free
Ellis got hooked, he got booked and he shook
In his cold little shivery cell
While out on the street in that same funky beat
Mister pusher was doing well
And Ellis Junior cries tears his daddy can't see
'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Chorus:
Got to help Ellis
Got to help Ellis
You know we got to help Ellis Ellis Dee
Try and help Ellis you and me
Got to get to Ellis hear his plea
Try and help Ellis get free
'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
No Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion
Now he looks a little different from anything you've seen
He likes to beat the bass drum for justice and salvation
He's got the brains of Einstein and the brawn of Mister Clean
He's a lightnin' flash who'll make the dash from one coast to the other
To stop a crime or lend a dime or help his aging mother
Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand
Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out Captain America's our man
Now he wears a mask his clothes are weird and some folks call him hokie
But he is hip he just can't dig the okie from Muskogie
Captain will help anyone a friend or a stranger
Now number one without a gun he's bypassed the Lone Ranger
He's a do do good who loves apple pie and kisses little babies
He'll guard you against everything from atom bombs to rabies
Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand
Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out Captain America's our man
Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion
He looks a little different from anything you've seen
He likes to beat the bass drum for justice and salvation
He's got the brains of Einstein and the bod of Mister Clean
He's a lightnin' flash who'll make the dash from one coast to the other
To stop a crime or lend a dime or help his aging mother
Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand
Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out Captain America's our man
Captain America's our man
Hardly seems a long time
Just a minute of the day
But the man who stood beside me
More than gave himself away
The food stain on his spotted shirt
A gray beard on his face
A man composed of many names
So I just called him Ace
Chorus:
But Ace can't read and Ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
Born in Mississippi
Picking cotton as a child
Left soon for the city
Where he heard that life was wild
That was fifty years ago
When nothing's really strange
From a poor dirt farm to dirty streets
Is really not much change
Chorus:
And Ace can't read and Ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
Go back to the country
No he really can't do that
Wasted years have left him
Nothing but an old straw hat
So he puts it on his head
And waves a last good-bye
No time left to turn around
And no time to ask why
Chorus:
Ace can't read and Ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
And this old world has left poor Ace behind
I remember the smell of the creosote plant,
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my
Crazy old uncle and aunt.
They lived in a big house Ante Bellum style,
And the wind would blow across the old bayou,
And I was a tranquil little child.
Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I never knew a thing about pain.
Life was just a tire swing.
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp;
Yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter
In our pup tent with a lamp.
And in a few days Baxter went home,
And he left me by myself.
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,
And I could get along without any help.
Life was just a tire swing.
And I've never been west of New Orleans
Nor east of Pensacola.
My only contact with the outside
world was a n R.C.A. Victrola.
Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about
expensive cars, and who would've figured twenty
years later I'd be rubbing shoulders with the stars.
Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber tip arrows,
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing,
And life was just a tire swing.
Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel,
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell'
telephone pole, and a bunch of Grant Wood
Faces screaming, 'Is he still alive?'
But through the window could see
it hangin' from a tree, and I knew
I had survived.
Life was just a tire swing.
Jambalaya's still the best song that I can sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I finally learned a lot about pain,
'cause life is just a tire swing.
Walkin' down new streets the music is loud
Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds
But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She and old Cougie, my what a pair
Doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors
But they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She had a big hat, my it was high
Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
And how she could balance them, I wouldn't dare
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere
But the lady's not with us, she died long ago
And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows
'Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
[Repeat second verse]
Marilyn Monroe did a night shoot in a pool
Posing naked for a playboy spread
She was old, but she still was cool
When they wrapped right after midnight
And the crew went to the bar
Norma Jean just did the backstroke
Like she was reachin’ for a fallen star
Chorus:
Beautiful Swimmers they know how to move
Slidin’ cross the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful Swimmers stay in the groove
Riding constant currents near and far
Standing in a tidal pool just east of Baltimore
Watching little blue crabs navigate the eastern shore
Every bayou stream and river in time runs to the sea
Every flounder, tadpole, and softshell feels the choreography
There all Beautiful Swimmers who know how to move
Sneakin’ pass the draggers and the oyster bars
Beautiful Swimmers just feel the groove
Painting liquid brush strokes like renoir
I miss my dorsal fin, I’m a big fish out of water
Dwellin’ on the coastal plain
Now If I was as rich as the agacon
I tell you what I would do
Buy every man, woman, and child on this planet
A mask and a snorkle too
Then I’d leave this big migration
Destination Chesapeake Bay
Then we’d splash our way around the world
Life is just a water ballet
Come all you Beautiful Swimmers who know how to move
Let’s crowd across the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful Swimmers stay in the groove
Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
We all fell down from the Milky Way
Hangin' 'round here till the Judgment Day
Heaven only knows who is in command
Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
Show me yours and I'll show you mine
Take me back to days full of monkeyshines
Bouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun
Keep your raft from the riverboat
Fiction over fact always has my vote
And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been
Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
Barefoot children in the rain
Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
The sky turns blue and the sun appears
But the question's still what are we doin' here
I don't think the answer's close at hand
Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
In the rain
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last
And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends
(instrumental)
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
Coda:
He told it to the monkeys and they didn't talk back
Then he told the old iguana and he didn't attack
They told me before I started
That it never ever would work out
Stay in school, don't be afool
But I had to see what life is about
So I went to Biloxi seeking fortune and fame
I got hired, I got fired, I got called dirty names
You'll never never work in dis bidness again
No you'll never, no never
Never work in dis bidness again
I knew I needed representation
and I found it one night in a bar
He was a bondsman and a part time agent
And he said that he would make me a star
He said, 'You don't have to be that good
To make it out in Hollywood
You just have to change and complain.'
Or you'll never, never work in dis bidness again
You'll never, no, never, never work in dis bidness again.
I parked cars at the Rainbow
I sold maps of the stars
I got my nose broken in Spago's
When I puked on the bar
All I played's a double bar mitzvah
Bubba played a double bar mitzvah
It's a jungle out there
We love it
Hell, I don't care
I'm going back to my predator friends
I will never, never work in dis bidness again
No, I'll never, no never, never work in this bidness again
You'll never, never work in this bidness again.
Squalls out on the gulf stream,
Big storms coming soon.
I passed out in my hammock,
God, I slept way past noon.
Stood up and tried to focus,
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far.
I knew I could use a Bloody Mary,
So I stumbled next door to the bar.
[Chorus:]
And now I must confess,
I could use some rest.
I can't run at this pace very long.
Yes, it's quite insane,
I think it hurts my brain.
But it cleans me out and then I can go on.
There's something about this Sunday
It's a most peculiar gray
Strolling down the avenue
That's known as A1A
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired.
And I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
And then I made up this song.
[Chorus]
Well, the wind is blowin' harder now
Fifty knots of there abouts,
There's white caps on the ocean.
And I'm watching for water spouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside.
In a week I'll be in gay Paris;
That's a mighty long airplane ride.
[Chorus]
Yes, It cleans me out and then I can go on.
There is something in the wind tonight
Some kind of change of weather
Somewhere some devil's mixing fire and ice together
I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon is one the rise
Black as a crow's feather
I could stay another day or two
But what's the use of stalling
Deep in the winter even holdout leaves start fallin'
Lately every night above the declarations of our love
I hear the road callin'
It's such a fragile magic
A puff of wind can break the spell
And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs
Savannah fare you well
In a vision I had yesterday
It rained so hard that I drowned
While I waited for a hurricane to die down
The raging water rolling over me was wild as a heart
That love cannot tie down
It's such a fragile magic
A puff of wind can break the spell
And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs
Savannah fare you well
[Originally by Bruce Cockburn]
Sun's up, uh huh, looks okay
The world survives into another day
And I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
I had another dream about lions at the door
They weren't half as frightening as they were before
But I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
Walls windows trees, waves coming through
You be in me and I'll be in you
Together in eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
Up among the firs where it smells so sweet
Or down in the valley where the river used to be
I got my mind on eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
And I'm wondering where the lions are...
I'm wondering where the lions are...
Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake
Thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take
Pointing a finger at eternity
I'm sitting in the middle of this ecstasy
Young men marching, helmets shining in the sun,
Polished as precise like the brain behind the gun
(Should be!) they got me thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
And I'm wondering where the lions are...
I'm wondering where the lions are...
Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay
One of these days we're going to sail away,
Going to sail into eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
And I'm wondering where the lions are...
I'm wondering where the lions are...
[Chorus:]
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline street
She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
Listens to the juke box for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat
[Chorus]
Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
And just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she is the center of attention
And all the lurking eyes they look the same
Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
In a flash all hell has broken loose
[Chorus]
When I woke up and looked around the bar room
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner
'Cause someone might just take a swing at you
[Chorus]
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
When you know that I love you
Everybody else can see just how it ought to be
Everybody but you
Played your little game of deception
Soon there's gonna be a connection
When you're blue
I know it's just a cryin' shame
Nobody left to blame
Nobody but you
If I could turn back, if I could turn back the hands of time
I'd do you a favor, straighten out confusion in your mind
In your mind
Gonna see the voodoo lady
Before this thing drives me crazy
Learn what to do, do about you
Mix me up one of them potions, forget about my emotion
Forget about you
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
When you know that I love you
Everybody 'round us can see just how it outta be, everybody but you
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
In an old house down by the beach
Lives an old man who's just out of reach
Ohhh he's got nothin' to lose
Some say he's a crazy old man
A refugee from a rock and band
Oh oh he's still playin the blues
In the mornin' when you rise
Aren't you glad to be alive
Oh oh put on your barefoot shoes
When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
Can't you feel the afterglow
Oh oh why the things we do
Why the things we do
In the driftwood house you learn how to dream
Truth is stranger that fishin' it seems
Oh oh there's no earthly rules
And the people come to hear him say
Life's too short to live your way
Oh oh who's really fooling who
Invisible means are the key to support
Makes you a king in your own court
Oh oh what have you got to lose
Push the sadness from your heart
There's no living in the dark
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
In the mornin' when you rise
Aren't you glad to be alive
Oh oh put on your barefoot shoes
When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
Can't you feel the afterglow
Oh oh that's why the things we do
That's why the things we do
That's why the things we do
That's why the things we do
Iris
I like to think my heart is just a muscle
A muscle that I've learned to control
I figured, hell, one harmless midnight tussle
With you would rest quite easy on my soul
Now I see you're a tres, tres goddamn charmer
An actress is taught to be cool
BUT Who am I trying to fool?
Paperman
I'd like to toast your firm determination
But human nature's got the best of me
I've never forced myself upon a lady
Iris
You're about as subtle as artillery
Paperman
I've been here before and I have to admit
that I can't keep my cool
Who are we trying to fool?
Who are we trying to fool?
Paperman Don't look for me to be your savior
Iris No good can come from this behavior
Sheila
This ain't no mystery, look at our history
It's just another wild Caribbean night
The rum and drums just bring out what's in us
Temptation's been here since that very first bite
Who are they tryin' to fool?
Who are they tryin' to fool?
They should forget it, they'll both regret it
He wants a push, she needs a shove
He's got a good wife, she hides a dark life
Fuel for combustion ?anger and love
Who are they tryin' to fool?
Who are they tryin' to fool?
Who are they tryin' to fool?
Paperman
Life is for most of us one long postponement
Iris
If we think too much I guess we'll miss our chance
Paperman
It's our time, our night, our island, not our future
Iris It's not the whole tamale, just one dance
Duet
So Who are we trying to fool?
Who are we trying to fool?
Let's break all of those goddamn Kinja rules
Jimmy Buffett, Mac MacAnally, C. Macak, T. Baker, L. Laprise
The universe is runnin' away
I heard it on the news just the other day
There's this new stuff called dark energy
We can't measure and we can't see
It's some elemental mystery
Train that we can't catch
But our heads are in the oven
And somebody's 'bout to strike a match
Meanwhile back on our big round ball
Things are getting serious as cholesterol
Permutations, calculations,
Greedy piggies at the trough
Arrogance and ignorance
Just to top it off
I just can't keep up with the Nasdaq
Who got sold and bought
I've got to take my lunch break
But I'll leave you with a little for thought
Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about
What if life is just a cosmic joke
Like spiders in your underwear or olives in
your coke
My life can get as messy as a day old sticky bun
So I arm myself with punch lines and a big ol'
water gun
They say it's not that simple but just maybe it
should be
It's time to change the subject, would you join me
in a cup of herbal tea?
Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about
I still believe in rock 'n' roll
It pays my bills and soothes my soul
There really really isn't
A whole lot more around
Except for Frank Sinatra and the Big
band sound
I want music in the music
I want chicken in the soup
I want caffeine in my system let's revive
the hula hoop
Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about
[Originally by Warren Zevon]
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London
He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood
I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad
That was the way that my parents perceived me
Those were the plans that they had
But I couldn't fit the part too dumb or too smart
Ain't it funny how we all turned out
I guess we are the people our parents warned us about
You know I coulda worked the rigs when the money was big
Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad
And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
Buyin' time 'til things were not so bad
But then I got a guitar found a job in a bar
Playin' acid rock 'til I was numb
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come
Chorus:
We are the people, they couldn't figure out
We are the people our parents warned us about
Hey hey, Gardner McKay
Take us on the Leaky Tiki with you
Clear skies bound for Shanghai
Sailing cross the ocean blue (do do do dooo)
So blue (do do do dooo OOOH)
(do do do dooo)
(do do do dooo OOOH)
Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflation
When it only used to take a cent
Sometimes I wish I was back in my crashpad days
'Fore I knew what cash flow meant
Seems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health shit
Don't tell me that I ought to get rolfed
'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf
Chorus:
We are the people there isn't any doubt
We are the people they still can't figure out
We are the people who love to sing 'Twist and Shout'
SHAKE IT UP BABY
We are the people our parents warned us about (do do do dooo)
Id'n' any doubt (do do do dooo OOOH)
Hey hey hey (do do do dooo)
Gardner McKay (do do do dooo, Gardner McKay)
(do do do dooo)
I wanna sail away today (do do do dooo OOOH)
Isn't any doubt (do do do dooo)
They warned us about (do do do dooo OOOH)
Hey hey hey (do do do dooo)
C'mon now Gardner McKay (do do do dooo OOOH)
I wanna sail away today
I wanna back to the island
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'
Gimme oysters and beer
For dinner every day of the year and I'll feel fine
I'll feel fine
Chorus:
I wanna be there
Wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And I'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
Yeah now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water
Sailboats they go searchin' for the breeze
Salt air it ain't thin
It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine
Makes you feel fine
Chorus:
I wanna be there
Wanna go back down and a' get high by the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And I'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
Yes and now you heard my strange proposal
So get that Packard up and let's move
I wanna be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind
I've made up my mind
Chorus:
And I wanna be there
I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And I'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
Coda:
Yeah with a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And I'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
Again... To Miss Jane
Missing link crouched upon a promontory rock
Tryin' to figure out his biological clock.
No one around to announce his arrival
So he's got to get to work on his sense of survival
Oh Oh, it's a dangerous world.
Over in China they got smart real fast
That's where they invented the man made blast.
They lost a few infers and some bamboo shacks,
But they gave birth to a tribe of pyromaniacs.
Oh oh, it's a dangerous world.
Fire in the sky, lava in the ocean,
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion
Back in the fifties they thought it made good sense
To teach all the school children about civil defense.
Don't be scared, do not cry,
Just dive under your desk and kiss your ass goodbye.
Oh oh, such a dangerous world.
It was a hell of a hustle, paranoia promotion
Waiting at ground zero, for the next explosion.
Where you gonna be
When it hits the fan
Got a plan
What you gonna do
If it lands on you
Where's your point of view.
Down at the beach club there's a sales convention
Night sky is the focus of that crowd's attention.
It's no cosmic collision just a fireworks show,
But they feel it in their hearts when those
Concussion bombs blow.
Oh oh, such a dangerous world
Gunpowder's louder than Newton's laws of motion.
Everybody's waitin' for the next explosion.
Firs in the sky, fallin' on the ocean
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion.
Vampires, Mummies, and the Holy Ghost
By: Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Jim Mayer, Peter Mayer
1994
--Spoken:
"Ohhhh Rock 'n Roll is a scary business. No hit records, no MTV
videos...you'll never make it here...scary. NOT! Let's do it
Coral Reefers...
Looked in my laptop, what did I see?
A flashin' message says Today Therapy
Rather walk through fire than converse with my shrink
But I'm getting better that's what some people think
Talk about denial and dysfunctional things
Head's like a bell somedays it dongs and it dings
My brain play tricks on me it likes to shift gears
Spend lots of money, but I'm tacklin' my fears
Chorus:
Vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most
No aliens, psychopaths or MTV hosts
Scare me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
Ooohh
Had a dream last night took a time travellin' ride
Back to my childhood where those monsters reside
They nack on innocence and dine on self-esteem
But I like to be in touch with what makes me scream
Chorus:
Vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most
No aliens, psychopaths or MTV host
Scares me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
I was never ever frightened by the murderer on our block
He nurtured orchids and raised hamsters
The neighborhood is still in shock
La la la la, la la la la....
La la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la....
La la la la, la la la la la la
So many dragons lurking out in the fog
So many crazy people mumblin' monologues
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read
I need protection from the things in my head
Like...
Chorus:
Vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most
No aliens, psychopath or MTV host
Scares me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
Chorus:
Vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most
No aliens, psychopath or MTV host
Scares me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
--Spoken:
"Ohhhhhoooohoooo. Its scary out here in the world of rock n'
roll. Ohooohoo. Ahh haa haa haa haah, Ah haa haa haaah. Ahh
haa haa, hegh achh ach.
Scared ya, didn't I? Ha ha"
Up on the housetop reindeer paws, out jumps good ol' Santa Claus
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, Christmas joy.
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.
First comes the stocking of little Will
Oh, just see what a glorius fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.
By: jimmy buffett
Sometimes I feel like a propeller
Spin spin out of control
I don’t know who’s up on the throttle
Oh I wish they’d let it go.
All I ever do is get dizzy
Thinkin’ thinkin’ things left undone
Been stuck here so long now I’m zero
I’d just like to make it to one
Chorus:
Turnin’ around
Heros and clown(s)
Holdin’ my ground
Oh I’ve been down
I’m turnin around
Turnin’ around
Lost ’til were found
Holdin’ our ground
Oh I’ve been down
I’m turnin’ around
Sometimes I get lost in daydreamin’
Sleep sleep my life away
I know in my heart I’m a sailor
And my ship is on the way
There never is an end to believers
Lookin’ lookin’ for the right sign
If everything will just keep on turnin’
All that I want will be mine.
Chorus:
Turning around
Heros and clown(s)
Holdin’ my ground
Oh I’ve been down
I’m turnin’ around
Turnin’ around
Lost ’til we’re found
Holdin’ our ground
Oh I’ve been down
I’m turnin’around
Bridge:
(nice steel drum lick)
Chorus:
Turnin’ around
Heros and clowns
Holdin’ my ground
Oh I’ve been down
I’m turnin’ around
Turnin’ around
Lost ’til we’re found
(fade)
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
In like he owned the two-bit town
Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans
The population they gathered 'round
Nothing this exciting since a fertilizer truck
Blew a front tire and landed in the creek
Everybody talkin' everybody strainin'
Tryin' to get a little peek
Chorus:
It's just the world they'll never know
Not a country fair side show
Reality they'll somehow never see
He's what they've tried to kill
With their Bibles and their stills
But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free
Payin' for the gas he quickly shouted thanks
And continued on his journey all once again
Just about the time a siren fast-approached and
The pot bellied sheriff he whizzed right in
With his self inflicted grammar started shoutin'
Accusations at the long haired greasy looking ape
While a local D.J. from the fifty watt station got
The whole damn thing on tape
Chorus:
It's just the world they'll never know
Not a country fair side show
Reality they'll somehow never see
He's what they've tried to kill
With their Bibles and their stills
But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free
The holy roller preacher told the eager congregation
That the devil had passed right through their nest
But the teenage girls with their locks in curls were
A talkin' 'bout that hair upon his chest
Now the kids got their cookies while the preacher
Saved some souls and the story spread to everyone in sight
Commotion was the word and everybody heard
He was gone before the night
Chorus:
It's just the world they'll never know
Not a country fair side show
Reality they'll somehow never see
He's what they've tried to kill
With their Bibles and their stills
But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free
By: jimmy buffett
Spoken intro with music playing:
This is a song that started a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there was this strange looking fish
That moved along the hidden currents of the deep dark ocean.
He knew he was different because he could sense there was
Something else in his nature. he swam in circles for millions
Of years and one day he decided it was time to go up. he
Was soon in the world of light where he remained a long time
Until his eyes allowed him to see color. the world was no
Longer a dark place and he moved further up into the light
And one day before he knew it he was no longer in the water
World. his head was above the surface and he felt his gills
Turn into lungs and he said "ah shit! I’m an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the shallow waters and
Marshes of the shore and one day he felt the ground
Beneath his feet. there he gathered his wits, checked
His balance, and stood erect. and that’s when the
Trouble began!
Well the birds disappeared and the sky began to turn purple,
>from the skeleton coast to the land of violins.
Sailors prayed to the patron saint of lightening,
"please st. barbara, save our miserable skins."
They say that God takes care of drunks and fools and children,
That leaves the rest of us rummaging for alibis.
But friends there’s trouble, trouble on the horizon,
And it wears an inconspicuous disguise.
You never see it coming,
You never have a clue,
But there’s trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling like a roux.
You have to taste the weather,
You’ve got to touch the storm.
There is trouble on the horizon,
Waiting to perform.
You gave us cigarettes, guns, and whiskey,
And watch what happens,
Then add a little nuclear fusion and some gasoline.
We got trouble, trouble right here in river city,
Every day’s becoming halloween.
We never see it coming,
We never have a clue,
But there’s trouble on the horizon,
Waiting for the barbecue.
You have to taste the weather,
You’ve got to touch the storm.
There is trouble on the horizon,
Waiting to perform.
I’ve seen a spaceship built by howard hughes,
I’ve been a witness to some strange taboos.
I’ve seen a storm from deep inside the eye
Of hurricane don’t lie.
Hurricane’s don’t lie.
In the hour of desperation,
You’ll cry like a baby.
When it comes right down to merely molecules.
Hell, you can pray to jesus or a flock of pink flamingos.,
But in the hour of desperation are the fools.
I hope that all the greedy bastards in the world
Come back as lobsters.
You know that life at the bottom of the food chain
Suits them well.
I think that all of the evil people of the world
Come back as horseflies,
They want one last bite before they’re sent to hell.
You better know it’s coming,
You’ve got to have a clue,
There is trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling like a roux.
You have to taste the weather,
You’ve got to touch the storm.
To keep trouble on the horizon,
You got to stay informed.
Trouble out there, ain’t going no where,
Trouble on the horizon,
Trouble out there, ain’t going no where,
You got to trouble on the horizon,
Trouble out there,
Trouble out there,
I see bad moon arising.
[Jimmy:]
Hear 'em singing happy birthday
Better think about the wish I make
This year gone by
Ain't been a piece of cake.
[Martina:]
Every day's a revolution
Pull it together and it comes undone
Just one more candle and a trip around the sun.
[Jimmy and Martina:]
I'm just hanging 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 living
Is that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go.
[Martina:]
No you never see it coming,
Always wind up wondering where it went.
[Jimmy:]
Only time will tell
If it was time well spent.
It's another revelation,
[Martina:]
Celebrating what I should have done
With these souvenirs of my trip around the sun.
[Martina and Jimmy:]
I'm just hanging on while this old world keeps spinning
And it's good to know it's out of my control.
If there's one thing I have learned from all this living
Is that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go.
[Bridge]
[Jimmy:]
Yes I'll make a resolution
[Martina:]
That I'll never make another one.
[Jimmy and Martina:]
Just enjoy this ride on my
Trip around the sun.
Just enjoy this ride
On my trip around the sun...
Trip around the sun.
I could be a rambler from the seven dials
I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file
I don't do bid'ness that don't make me smile
I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style
I'm a treetop flyer
Treetop flyer
I fly any cargo that you can pay to run
The bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done
You've got to fly down the canyon, don't never see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run
I'm a treetop flyer
Treetop flyer
I fly low, I'm in high demand
Go 15 feet over the rio grande
I blow the mesquite right up off the sand
I'm seldon seen, 'specially when I land
I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor
Now people been askin' me where'd you learn to fly that way
Was over in vietnam, chasin' the nva
The government taught me, and they taught me right
Stay down below the treeline and you'll be alright
I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor
So I'm comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast
Promised my woman this is gonna be my last
I get the ship down, I tie her fast
And then some old boy wakes up, and he says, 'hey son,
Wanna make some fast cash? '
I'm a treetop flyer
Well there's things I am
And there's things I am not
Yes I'm a smuggler and I could get shot
I ain't gonna die, I ain't going to get caught
You see I'm a flying fool, and this aeroplane is, whoo, hot
I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor
Workin' alone
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady
Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' round
Or winds spinnin' out of control
California earthquakes only seem make me
shake, rattle and roll
I been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars and phones
Time to cast them aside, catch the very next tide
And go back where belong
Some of sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Great whales travel the rhomb lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons
There are times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We're on a similar course it's just a different source
But I'm in danger of extinction too
Some of us sailors call her home
She big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I'm gone
Henny
Hey now mine host, don't be so melancholy
You've made the most out of Amy Ball's folly
You went crazy, ran off with an actress and didn't get rich
What can I say? I still love you, you son of a bitch
Norman New York's gray and cold But somehow I miss that
Norman And
running the Gull Reef Club Bordered on hand to hand combat
Henny
You beat the odds, water Gods now it's time for shalom
Hey Mr. Paperman, I think it's time to go home
Chorus
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home
Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Papuh-mon time to go home
Norman
Henny I'm sorry I hurt you
That's all I can say
Henny
Who knows this whole episode
Just might end up on Broadway
Norman
To hell with bureaucracy and island mystery
Henny
Let's clear the air dear but no more affairs here
Norman
To hell with the hill crowd and life or death parties
Henny
I know a guy who has contacts at Sardi's
Duet
Hey Mister (Mrs.) Paperman I think it's time to go home
Chorus
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Papuh-Mon Time to go home
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Paperman
Time to go home
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Paperman Time to go home
This hotel room got a lot of stuff
A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone
Well a light that comes on when I'm not home
I ain't home, I ain't home
You better leave a message cause I ain't home
They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot
A radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide
I got a second story view from curb to curb
I got a sign that reads 'Do not disturb'
A monogram towel and a bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies
Mirror that lies, mirror that lies,
That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise
They got a room service menu for food and drinks
A porcelain thrown and an aluminum sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A magic fingers and a king size bed
Put in a quarter, turn out the light
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Oh this ole' hotel's alright with me
They pay the postage if you loose the key
This hotel has got a lot of stuff
But I do believe I have had enough
Call my baby said, don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm checking out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
Comin' home, comin home
Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home
By: jimmy buffett
1974
The ice cream man he’s a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by hank snow
Walks down the street, shufflin’ his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And I’ve seen him in so many places
I saw him the night I was born
In a bourbon street bar, I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of street singin’
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin’
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin’ my life like a song
Coffee is strong at the cafe du monde
Donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat ’til I eat way too much
’cause I’m livin’ on things that excite me
Be they pastry or lobster or love
I’m just tryin’ to get by bein’ quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin’ and shove
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin’
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin’
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin’ my life like a song
Sweet senorita won’t you please come with me
Back to the island honey, back to the sea
Back to the only place that I want to be
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin’ my life like a song
Yes it’s a strange situation, a wild occupation
Livin’ my life like a song
He worked hard all year just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modeling,
She can't stay away from the phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says 'Down there there is nothing to do'
Her goddamn phone never stops ringing
He'll try the service in a day maybe two
Well, he's on his third drink before the
wheels of the plane leave the ground
Making points with the stewardess
climbing over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancing and dining
Seems neither has that much to lose
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell, nobody's perfect would you like to play
I feel together today
Well now that was just the start of
a well-deserved over due binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain
people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singing and ordering drinks
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I don't care what they say
He's going back to New York pack it up
and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done
such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life is easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I need time for to play
Time for to play
[Chorus:]
Thank God the tiki bar is open
Thank God the tiki torch still shines
Thank God the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
On a leave of absence
With no resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched into the wild blue yonder
By the boys down at Kennedy.
Checked into His Majesty's Court Hotel
Where the sign said 'praise his name'
I was tired and alone I didn't feel too well
But I don't think that he was to blame.
[Chorus]
Full moon over (Concert City/State)
Full moon in my mind
And my sun tan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind
Well his name was Captain Adam Troy
And he sailed the 'Kon-Tiki'
Now the captain's gone but he won't be forgotten
Nor his likes will we ever see
[Chorus]
Well a drink ain't no solution
But it can calm your fears
And if that tiki bar closes down tonight
Well I just might dissappear
[Chorus 2x]
Billy pulled in in a Jaguar
Red convertable sixty-five
Headed home to Mississippi, he'd been around the world
That black sheep uncle of mine
His ship had come in, he was looking to sin
Singing his own song
When he yelled from the drive, my heart came alive
'Jimmy boy come along'
Chorus:
It's time to see the world
It's time to kiss a girl
It's time to cross the wild meridian
Grab your bag and take a chance
Time to learn a Cajun dance
Kid you're gonna see the morning sun
On the Pascagoula run
Pascagoula run
Friday night at the Stateline bar
Where the waterfront people dwell
I better watch my step if the floor caves in
I'll go right straight to hell
There were pinball machines and cajun queens
Men with knives and scars
Billy moved 'cross the floor to the real hard core
And said, 'Here's where it gets bizarre'
Chorus:
It's time to see the world
It's time to kiss a girl
It's time to cross the wild meridian
Grab your bag and take a chance
Time to learn a Cajun dance
Kid you're gonna see the morning sun
On the Pascagoula run
Pascagoula run
What do the ladies say, what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say, what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say, what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say, what do the ladies say
Bring that young man over here
We're going to buy that boy a beer
And that ain't all we want to do
Bring your crazy uncle too
Chorus:
It's time to see the world
It's time to kiss a girl
It's time to cross the wild meridian
Grab your bag and take a chance
Time to learn a Cajun dance
Kid you're gonna see the morning sun
On the Pascagoula run
Pascagoula run
Pascagoula run
I came from the north
Escaping convention
Modern invention that won't let me be
To the shores of St. Martin
With my fiction addiction
To restart the fire
A dreamer's remedy
Independence Day
And all I remember
Was a midnight rainbow
That fell from the sky
As I stand on the beach
I slowly surrender
To the child in me
That can't say goodbye
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
Oh I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
I dug in the sand
Like a boy on a mission
And there in my hands
A pyro's delight
If un bombardier
A night time magician
I sparked the sky
As the rockets fly from view
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
Yes I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Oh the mortars they roar
In anticipation
Proceeding the sigh
Of the uplifted eyes
It showers us all
In sulfuric sensation
The colors shine
And a fiery rhyme tonight
The rockets in the air (Ooooh...)
And the people everywhere
Won't you put away your differences for a while
I am but a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
That was the night
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Painted the sky
Painted the sky
Let me tell you 'bout my neighborhood
If you're visiting tonight
You better stay out of the shadows
Stay in the bright, bright light
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
They're not particularly interested in me or you
They're just looking for some meat
They can put in their stew
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
It's best to stay upstairs
With the Good Book alone
'Cause when the drums start burnin'
You better leave your sermons at home
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
You might consider yourself lucky
Just to be alive
'Cause it's a full moon tonight
And it's right for a conquering tribe.
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
I didn't know we were at war
I've been away so long
Trying to help once lost men
Distinguish right from wrong
I didn't know we'd killed the men
Our leaders proud and strong
The situation's changed my friend
I've been away too long
I taught my friends
How we had gained respect for every man
And freedom flowed like jungle streams
While peace embraced the land
I told them how we'd learned to change
Our sword blades into plows
I told them they should learn from us
What should I tell them now
Chorus:
'Cause I didn't know we were at war
I've been away so long
Trying to help once lost men
Distinguish right from wrong
The jungle silence shut them off
From civilized mankind
Their nakedness was no disgrace
No censors could I find
The population lived in peace
All brothers on their own
And now that I have seen the mess
I don't think I'll go home
Chorus:
'Cause I didn't know we were at war
I've been away so long
I told them they should learn from us
I think I told them wrong
The tour bus passed here yesterday
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard
The hang out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round they brought back
Four new groupies and a St. Bernard
We're peaceful and abiding cats some call Gypsies
Some call brats but bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled sir I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our St. Bernard
It didn't have a tag y'all
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'Til we both turn blue mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
All we was doin' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
-- Spoken (Dialogue)
'Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago. Fixed up that little cabin on the ridge. They really them long hairs? Well, Homer seen 'em. Homer seen how long it was. Still reckon I seen it. They a bunch of weirdos. One of them had a little instrument looked like a mandolin. Why Lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter. Well. Homer, turn that radio down.'
By: Jimmy Buffett
1973
I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin' quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man, "Fifty cents worth please"
Then out jumped my partner with his trusty pellet gun
He said, "Boy this is a holdup, keep 'a pumpin' and don't run"
Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years
We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
A big ol' jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men, we'll strike again
But first let's have a beer
Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years
(guitar instrumental)
We were sittin' in the Krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walks the deputy sheriff
And he's holdin' our TV
Roughed us then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No pictures on a poster, no reward and no bail
Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
'Cause that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years
Coda:
Yes that great fillin' station holdup
It cost me two good years
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to the many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
An' talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away
For the captain and the kid
His world had gone from sailin' ships
To rakin' mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard
We both were growin' older then
Wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steered
He died about a month ago
While winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud
To love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now
A place he outta be
With one hand on the starboard rail
He's wavin' back at me
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to his many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
Talk of things he did
The world was just a day away
For the captain and the kid
For the captain
And this kid
I enjoy this life as a jester
Seems to keep me moving around
Like the wind that blows, tides that flow
I have my ups and downs
All a part of this strange plan I'm sure
Start a new chapter each day
Honey, Love gets lost, time gets tossed
'Cause we both got our own different ways
I feel I'm stranded on a sandbar
Stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
Now I use to go crazy for days at a time
Now I'm takin my time with my days
Haven't found the answers like some that I know
I'm just stuck in fairly nice maze
Climb to the top of the island tonight
Sit beneath the cashew tree
I want to count the stars, lights on the cars
that are shinin' up and down on me
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar
Baby, I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar
Sugar, I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I enjoy this life as a jester,
Seems to keep me moving around
Talkin' to myself again
wonderin' if this traveling is good
Is they're something else a doin'
We'd be doin' if we could
All the stories we could tell
If it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories we could tell
Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Name plate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told about all the times he fell
Singin' all the stories he could tell
All the stories he could tell
And I bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to all the stories it could tell
If your on the road trackin' down your every night
Playin' for a livin' beneath the brightly colored lights
If you ever wonder why you ride the carrousel
You do it for the stories you can tell
All the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
Just listen to the stories we could
Yes I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories it could tell
Souvenirs
By: vince melamed, danny o’keefe
1993
Someone wants a piece of you
Never let ’em pay
What you do not give them
Time takes anyway
Had I known what love is worth
I could have saved the tears
Might have come in handy
Like souvenirs
I didn’t see her comin’
’til my head turned in surprise
Thinking I must know her
But it was her thin disguise
She padded up her innocence
And tightly cinched her fears
But she saved a little room
For souvenirs
I still go to pieces
But I don’t go as often
Placeless times in space
Where all the edges soften
She took me away
Where I couldn’t send her
I knew that she would leave me
Something to remember
I wanted more than one
Until I found the one I wanted
Her memories are ghosts now
Though I’m still pretty haunted
What we gave each other
Ain’t exactly clear
Probably comes under the heading
Of souvenirs
Pieces, bits, and pieces
Add up through the years
I’ve collected a small fortune
In souvenirs
It was late in the evenin'
just a few of us pickin',
but the lady she played
so easy and fine.
And the chords that she strummed
were so tastefully clever,
they planted this song in my mind.
Cause there's somethin' so feminine,
about a mandolin;
the way that they feel,
the way that they ring.
Just to see slender fingers,
movin' so fluid,
made this poor heart to sing.
And when I get older and I have a daughter,
I'll teach her to sing, and play her my song
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along.
Maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin',
'Cause when that bug bites you,
you live with the string.
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing.
Cause there's somethin' so feminine
about a mandolin.
The way that they feel, the way that they ring.
And that evening in a pasture,
somewhere near Austin.
That mandolin made me sing,
Her mandolin made me sing.
Bimbo limbo is where I've been
I know you know that it's wearing me thin
The times are changin' and it's about time
I'm rearranging all the guilt in my mind
I'm looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
I'm not your macho kind of guy
But I can be so when I'm feeling shy
Hey baby where'd you get your good looks
Ooh babe I want to carry your books
I'm looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman show knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
Beauty and brains (beauty and brains)
Best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
Think I can change
If you'll be my be my be my girl
I'm looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
When you find out things about yourself
That you hadn't ought to know
When your grandma calls and books you
on the Jerry Springer Show
And you find out you and your wife of 10 years
Just might be related
Brother, life's not over
It's just simply complicated.
There's other situations that might challenge you I guess
When your daughter tries out for the football team
And your son tries on her dress.
And you start to think that the devil's in charge
Of how you're situated.
Life is still worth living
It's just simply complicated
Life is complicated with its if's and and's and but's
It's alright to be crazy, just don't let it drive you nuts.
My daughter wants to go on dates
I think I'll let her go.
But she better not be moving at the moving picture show.
Or stop by all those conchy tonks and get inebriated
Ain't it all a caution, it's just simply complicated.
Now I'm having a big problem with my present day career
My ship, she has a rudder, but I don't know where to steer.
Am I country, pop, or rock 'n roll
I know they are related
I'll just let you be the judge
It's simply complicated
Life is complicated with its if's and and's and but's
It's alright to be crazy, just don't let it drive you nuts.
Life is complicated
Oh shit!
Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
People stop and stare
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
Going where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of a northeast wind
And sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone
Going where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of a northeast wind
And sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone
Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
I won't you leave my love behind
I won't you leave my love behind
I won't you leave my love behind
No, I won't you leave my love behind
It took me a while to get used to the slow smoky style of this number. Iris Tramm's first song. It's now one of my favorites. Iris has a dog, a German shepherd named Meadows, who is an important character in the story. She sings to him about her disillusionment with men, hence the refrain " That's why I live with my dog." The song hints that nevertheless falling for Norman Paperman. At Coconut Grove Iris sang to an amazingly lifelike puppet dog, whitch all but upstaged her, and won the audience affection all though the evening.
Shelia says the heart is just a muscle
Shelia says the heart is cooled by time
Hiding out for years down in these trade winds
In the land of coconuts and limes
Chorus:
I've played this game for too long
My life's just one same old song
Now marooned for a time on this island
I go into and out of the fog
And that's why I live with my dog
Instrumental Bridge
Men oh, men oh, oh men I've known to many
Deceivers cloaked in clumsy vanity
What men lack in love and understanding
They make up in stupidity
Chorus:
But now and then one comes along
And lights up my world like a song
I am tempted to unleash my interest
Yet I put it to you man's best friend
There's just one sad old way it can end
Bridge:
We have our faults
But men have only two
All that they say
All that they do
You're a joy and a friend and a guardian
Never bored with my sad monologue
You're better off with a dog
Sheila says the heart's just a muscle
Sheila says the heart's just a muscle
With his head out the sunroof
And his heart in the right place
Plan B was fool proof.
He drove off to her place,
And yelled out his feelings
Among other stuff.
It was too much tequila
Or not quite enough
It was too much tequila
Or not quite enough.
It's a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And there's some I forgot.
But the life and the tellin'
Are both real to me
And they all run together and turn out to be
A semi-true story.
Well, the picture is fuzzy,
And the details are sordid.
It was on the same day
God's Own Drunk was recorded.
A walkin' tall sheriff
And a big Cadillac
And me and my golf shoes
On the hood makin' tracks.
This daring young singer
Was under attack.
It's a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And there's some I forgot.
But the life and the tellin'
Are both real to me
And they all run together and turn out to be
A semi-true story.
Well, the things that I've lived
And I've dreamed
And I've seen
And I've heard
You take the good with the bad
And be glad to have every word.
It's a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And there's some I forgot.
But the life and the tellin'
Are both real to me
And they run like the rain
All the way to the sea.
Semi-true stories.
(feat. George Strait)
The lights In the harbor
Don't shine for me
I'm like a lost ship adrift on the sea
Sea of heartbreak
Lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress
So divine I wish you were mine
Again my dear
I am on this sea of tears
Sea of heartbreak
How did I lose you
Oh where did I fail
Why did you leave me
Always to sail
Oh what I'd give to sail back to shore
Back to your arms once more
Come to my rescue
Come here to me
Take me and keep me
Away from the sea
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose
I suppose
The need to focus never arose
So something like a swiss army knife
That's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breaking free, breaking free
Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style
Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style
I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck
What the heck
Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find
Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
A sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose
Beneath the moonlit sky
Shadows walk beside the water
Sad goodbyes whispered on the shore
Hear those wind chimes play
They serenade the shadow lovers
Sing and fade away
Like California promises
I will never love another
Wait for me 'til I return
But she never will
He waits for her beside the water
Faithful still to California promises.
I sail an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restless water, and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor
I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters
Sail through the sorrows, of life's maurauders
Unrepenting, often empty
Sail on, sail on sailor
Caught like a sewer rat, alone but I see
Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail
Seldom stumble, never crumble, try to tumble, life's a rumble
Feel the stinging, I've been given, never ending, unrelenting
Heartbreaks nearing, always fearing, never caring, persevering
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
I work the seaway (I work the seaway)
The gale swept seaway, (oh seaway)
Past shipwrecked daughters, (oh daughters)
Of wicked waters
Uninspired, drenched and tired
Wail on, wail on sailor
Always needing, ever bleeding, never feeding, all my feelings
Damn the thunder, must I blunder, there's no wonder, all I'm under
Stop your cryin', and the lyin', and the sighin', and my dyin'
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
(You've got to )
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
Did you ever just want to lay down
Tell the world you've had enough
Did you ever just want to drop out
When the goin' got a little bit rough
Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry
Have you ever really had the blues
So now you want to see how the other half live
Well brother whatcha got to lose
Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home
And you never think of ever goin' back
Your father's makin' money for the good of the country
And your mama's out bettin' at the track
Camptown ladies sing them songs doo dah doo dah
And now you gonna to let hair grow long
Get a little pad uptown
Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
And use your wits to get around
And you think it's gonna make you happy
See your story in the evening news
And you know its just a game of tryin' to point the blame
Brother whatcha got to lose
Chorus:
Hey lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground world don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be piece of daddy's kingdom for you
Now Rocky you sure hurt your mama
And your daddy got an ulcer for a year
With the stock market shot and the war's still hot
It sure was a cruel thing to do
So don't cry boy
Chorus:
Hey lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground life don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be piece of daddy's kingdom for you
Money to pay, money today
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray
Money today, money to pay
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray
Money today, money to pay
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray
Money today, money to pay
Don't you go gay...
Did you ever just want to lay down
Tell the world you've had enough
Did you ever just want to drop out
When the goin' got a little bit rough
Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry
Have you ever really had the blues
So now you want to see how the other half live
Well brother whatcha got to lose
Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home
And you never think of ever goin' back
Your father's makin' money for the good of the country
And your mama's out bettin' at the track
Camptown ladies sing them songs doo dah doo dah
And now you gonna to let hair grow long
Get a little pad uptown
Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
And use your wits to get around
And you think it's gonna make you happy
See your story in the evening news
And you know its just a game of tryin' to point the blame
Brother whatcha got to lose
Chorus:
Hey lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground world don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be piece of daddy's kingdom for you
Now Rocky you sure hurt your mama
And your daddy got an ulcer for a year
With the stock market shot and the war's still hot
It sure was a cruel thing to do
So don't cry boy
Chorus:
Hey lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground life don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be piece of daddy's kingdom for you
Money to pay, money today
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray
Money today, money to pay
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray
Money today, money to pay
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray
Money today, money to pay
Don't you go gay...
Sinner on the mainland
He's a sinner on the sea
He looks for absolution
Not accountability
How many destinations
Oh God he's seen them all
He collects his precious pittance
Never a port of call
Remittance Man
Black sheep of the family clan
Broke too many rules along the way
Remittance Man
So far away from home
No they'll never understand
The Remittance Man
A man of empty pockets
From jingling his change
The idleness and grieving
For all that he retains
By the harbour lights of Sydney
Or the Bora Bora moon
He recites his sad confession
To the seagulls and the loons
Remittance Man
Black sheep of the family clan
Broke too many rules along the way
Remittance Man
So far away from home
No they'll never understand
The Remittance Man
Well you can claim that you were born a prince
But you're the only one you can convince
Survivor with no livelihood
That you could ever make it good
But still you dream of what you can pretend
An unexpected passenger
Boarded in Marseilles
An angel full of tenderness
She gave her heart away
She was but a gypsy
He was just a stray
They almost made a miracle but it slowly slipped away
So he follows the equator
With a wish to run aground
It's a very vicious circle
Goin' round and round and round
And he watches from the fantail
As the mainland disappears
Just like the Flying Dutchman
He's a prisoner of his fears
Remittance Man
Black sheep of the family clan
Broke too many rules along the way
Remittance Man
So far away from home
No they'll never understand
No they'll never understand
No they'll never understand
The Remittance Man
Reggae accident
By: lucas p. gravell
1993
-- spoken:
"okay now, get ready here’s your part. now listen to me."
It was a reggae accident
I said a reggae accident
I can’t here you
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
Now make room for the band
A reggae accident
Here they come here they come
A reggae accident
I say make room for them
A reggae accident
Ha ha, look out now
It was a reggae accident
A reggae accident
This is not a political statement
Nor is it a farce
In the land of the great bald bird
The rasta man is sparse
He does not like our urban jungle
Or our capitalistic nightmare
He does not believe in auto insurance
Mon I don’t believe that is fair
It was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
They totaled out my car
I lost the case that sealed my fate
Last week in municipal court
The judge ruled for rasta restitution
Of a most peculiar sort
Now there’s four stoned faces at my dinner table
And my wife wonders how come
She does not mind the extra mouths to feed
As much as she minds those after dinner drums
We sing was a reggae accident
Four rastas eating pasta
A reggae accident
Pass the parmesan please
A reggae accident
How does a rasta spell relief
A reggae accident
No problem mon, pass the spliff
Oh reggae down...
Now the sun shines on the isle of jamaica
As it’s done since time began
No problem says the rasta mon
When I asked to join his band
You see I sold my house I quit my job
I left that narrow-minded wife
And I moved to the island of jamaica ya
Just to live that rasta life
It was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
Now I’ve become a rasta star
It was a reggae accident
Look out world
A reggae accident
You know the harder they come
A reggae accident
The harder they fall one and all
A reggae accident
It was just an accident one day
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
-- spoken:
"come back, come back to jamaica
Come back to the way things used to be
Ya, ya let’s play some dominoes now mon
Come on..."
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spending her days on the train
She's a semi-good looker
The fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
South Station on Boston to the stockyards of Austin
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans's rain
Now that the rail packs
Has taken the best tracks
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spending her life on the trains
Once a pullman car traveler
Now the brakeman won't have 'er
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
Once a high balling loner he thought he could own 'er
He bought her a fur and a big diamond ring
She hocked them for cold cash
Left town on the Wabash
Never thinking of home way back then.
But the rails are now rusty
The dining car's dusty
The gold plated watches have taken their toll
The railroads are dying
And the lady she's crying
On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal.
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shaky
Spending her life on the train
She's a semi-good looker
But the fast rails the took 'er
Now she' tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
Oscar Wilde died in bed
Several floors above my head
Living well beyond his means
In that crazy Paris scene
Rain falls down in sheets so clear
No one ever calls me here
Traveling by my self these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from the that old eastern shore
Searching for strange metaphors
I don't want to be another victim of fashion
I don't want to see my name in the paper each day
Leave that to the young Turks
They're more handsome and dashing
Posing for paparazzi's down Laguna way
Down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subterranean lullaby
Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer
Spied the ghost of Brassens
We smiled at the secret we shared
And I hid it like contraband
Quietly making noise, making noise
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Followed the beat, I found myself in this patois spot
Outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs
The words flew right by my face
Rhythm and motions, a blamma jamma potion
You cannot erase
Quietly making noise, making noise
Pissin off the old killjoys
Glass packs on a hot Mustang
A Telecaster with a twang
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Singers and writers and poets
Have flocked here for centuries
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories
Baritone saxophone, monotones
Speak of the voice I've heard before
It's a lasting impression
A Gypsy expression you cannot ignore
Spoken:
I was born on an island
The island of Manhatten
Dreamt all my life of a career on the
Great White way
Producer Norman Paperman
Director Norman Paperman
And I made it!
In sort of an off the wall way I found my
Calling-Listen
Singing:
Up every morning, out every evening
Hustling for headlines, that's what I do
Table at Sardi's, grappling for gossip
Working the press for a mention or two
[Paperman Cont.] I never acted like some nervous rookie
Right form the start I was hot as a cookie
I was a numero uno
What a debut
Chorus:
Public Relations, Public Relations
Boozing and schmoozing, that's what I do
PR's my vocation
And I'm a sensation
Public relations
Such hullabaloo
But I went full throttle
Never could slow down
Then out of nowhere a mild heart attack
Middle age crisis
Face the big questions
Had to get off of this foolish fast track
It all started out
As an add in the paper
Now it's turned into
A tropical caper
But it's only public relations
And thats what I do
Chorus:
Public Relations, Public Relations
Ego inflation, that's what I do
Isn't it wonderful, isn't it fabulou
Public Relations, such hullabaloo
Iris:
Give this some thought Norman
Things can get sticky
Here in the tropics
Wine turns to glue
Norman:
I've never seen such a beauitful ocean
Iris:
Holy sweet Jeues, he's got no clue
Norman:
I'll buy this place
I am expatriating
Iris:
You as a landlord
Sounds intoxicating
Both:
It's only Public Relations
Who's screwing who
Chorus:
No, not that old PR
Of the yacking and quacking
Making folks happy
That's what I'll do
Sun shine and sea air
Palm trees, martinis
That's what I yearn for--like you, you, and you
Just give me some time
And I'll make it come true!
(jimmy buffett & matt betton)
Merry christmas, alabama
Merry christmas, tennessee
Merry christmas, louisiana
To st. barths and the florida keys
Merry christmas, mississippi
Where I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry christmas, everyone
And merry christmas, colorado
Though far from you all I have roamed
’tis the season to remember
All the faces,
And the places that were home
’tis the season to remember
And to count up all the ports of call I’ve known
And to thank his mercies tender
For I’m never far from home
(instrumental)
Merry christmas to my saints and guardian angels
Who protect me as I roam
’tis the season to remember
All the faces
And the places that were home
Guess my life’s moved at near light speed
Since I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry christmas, everyone
’tis the season to remember
No we’re never far from home
Merry christmas, everyone.
African drums are silent and the Wingos
are poets at last
Out on Dafuskie Island, the bulldozers
bury the past
And the low country sinks, she cannot swim
the dogwood feels the hurt
While the foursome plays on borrowed days in
their alligator shirts
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
One night they put a price on the sunset and that
got the whole earth shakin'
Those rose from the grave both the weak and the brave
'cause history was there for the makin'
And the winos surrounded the condos forming
a frail human fence
And they shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd
'Same old story, more dollars than sense'
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
Paperback novels make young girls dream and
Judy's spending quieter days in the stream
With Giovinno, Goodman, Phil and Mac D, they were
such good friends to me
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
Heaven knows but God decides
When to kill the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
Nothing left to see
And beach music beach music beach music
just plays on
Pre-you
By: jimmy buffett, ralph macdonald, william salter
1988
I was standing in an elevator in san diego listening to two sailors talking. one had just returned from his honeymoon where he had run into his ex on the beach. the other sailor asked "what
You do? " and the first sailor replied "after she left I told my new wife that ’she was pre-you’, and it worked."
Mysterious lost weekends in a land where time stands still
Where people fall in love again just for one more thrill
My girl and I went walkin’ by the caribbean sea
Someone snorkeled by, raised her head up high
And my girl said, "who’s she? "
Chorus:
Pre-you
A friend of mine who’s old not new
Pre-you
She’s just another girl that I once knew
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
(sax solo)
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 nothin’ to say
She was long ago
She’s so yesterday
Chorus:
She’s pre-you
She’s just a friend so don’t be blue
Pre-you
Only yesterday just passin’ through
Another page in history
Steppin’ stone for you and me
Pre-you
Pre-you
Pre-you
[Jimmy:]
Don't break my heart again
Let it end
You don't love me.
Don't make me start again
This achin in my heart.
Don't make me hope again
Knowin when you've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playing the loser again.
Don't give me hope
And take it away,
Cause I'll show my weakness
And beg you to stay.
Don't give me something to build all around
Then just for a thrill, you tear it all down.
[Bill:]
Don't make me dream again
It's a sin to make love to me
And then just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playing the loser again.
[Jimmy:]
Don't give me hope
Then take it away
Cause I'll show my weakness
And beg you to stay
Dont' give me something to build all around
And just for a thrill, you tear it all down.
[Jimmy:]
Don't make me hope again
Knowing when
You've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playing the loser again.
I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song.
So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed.
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read:
"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape."
I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean.
But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine.
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad.
And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half-bad.
"Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne.
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape.
At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape."
So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place.
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face.
It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, it's you."
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew"..
"That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."
"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape
Ridin' high atop the main mast
Harbor stretched out below
All day I've been feelin' kind of half-assed
So I asked the boy to lower me slow
Lower me slow
Sat down and drank me some Perrier
Watched the seaplane disappear out of sight
Confused in my head well I jumped back in bed
Wondering who's at the fronton tonight
Shinin' bright
I know the night and I miss it
I've got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion
I've got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw
I know I've got the best of both worlds
Though that sounds like a TV. show
When that anchor goes down and the sails are all furled
Well it's back on the road I go
Back I go
Well I bitch about the food and the weather
Wondering why the hell I ever came back
But knowing deep down I love this merry-go-round
And I can't wait to lay down this track
When I get back
Yeah, I know the night and I love it
I've got this thing for a show
If the ball's hit my way I'm going to glove it
'Cause that's the only thing I know
All I know
Yeah, I know the night and I miss it
I've got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion
I've got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw
Move my jaw
Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues
Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues
Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues
Now they make new movies in old black and white
With happy endings, where nobody fights
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
Honey, jump right up and show your age
Chorus:
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The 'Boston Blackie' kind
A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny
Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
But I can go to movies and see it all there
Just the way that it used to be
Chorus:
That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The 'Boston Blackie' kind
A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could do some cruisin' too
Coda:
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
Oh, I could do some cruisin' too
When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood
About to get fed to the pigs
When that preacher's bustin' hell
Toutin' just cowbells
Stop his trails in front of your digs
There's this place you can go called Tierra Del Feugo
Down in the Southern Hemisphere
It's kinda Troy without Helen
Past the Straits of Magellan
Things are always looking up down there
And there's a party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do the tango twirl
Forget the temples and the golf pants
Over there in Montreal
There's a party at the end of the world
It seems like I've run out of reasons to be here
So I'm just going to steal from myself
If your attitude has fallen
There's a latitude that's calling
Take yourself past that continental shelf
Now the band that we hired
Is playing so inspired
Eskimos and eunuchs from Bangkok
Have this location so nice
We won't run out of ice
'Cause Antarctica is just around the block
And there's a party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do the tango twirl
So don't make that big mistaika
And wind up with Miss Jamaica
At the party at the end of world
Flying machines, yellow submarines
Fresh girls in cowboy decor
RSVP isn't needed you see
And the crowd they're just yelling for more
Now in case you hadn't heard
Things are getting quite absurd
No one really shocks us that's for sure
Roadside bombers and tsunamis
Oh god How I miss those Commies
No one really plays fair anymore
But I've spoken to the yogis
Had a conversation with our roadies
Who assure me that our arrangements are complete
So the things and the stories down the road or Roaring 40's
And you best reserve that cherished window seat
To the party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do that tango twirl
???????????
When there's native girls to capture
There's a party at the end of the world
Who cares if there's no fire
We'll be rocking in Ushuaia
At the party at the end
We surely can attend
The party at the end of the world
(feat. Maroon 5 and Bill Withers)
When I wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And something without warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day
...lovely day, lovely day, lovely day...
When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day...
When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day...
One Particular Harbour
By: Jimmy Buffett, Bobby Holcomb
1983
For Marius Skatelborough
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
Ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
(pan solo)
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Lakes below the mountain
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei, hey now, hey now, hey now
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua [Bounty of the land is exhausted]
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie [But there's still abundance in the sea]
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Timothy B. Schmit and The Chorale Epherona
Additional Percussion and Congas: Errol Crusher Bennett
Pahue and Toere Drums: Jimmy Buffett, Jim Shea, and Sam Clayton (The
Boom Boom Boys)
Language is Tahitian
I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
Get you and keep you
In my arms ever more
Leave all your lovers
Weepin' on a far away shore
Out on the briny
With the moon big and shiny
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All by myself alone
[Instrumental]
I'd love to get ya
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
A twist in the rudder
And a rip in the sails
Drifting and dreamin'
Honey throw the compass over the rail
Out on the ocean
Far from all the commotion
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone.
Drink it up
This ones for you
It's been a lovely cruise
I'm sorry it's ended
It's sad but it's true
Honey it's been a lovely cruise
These moments were left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
There's wind in our hair
And there's water in our shoes
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
These moments we're left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
And those harbor lights
Aw they're coming into view
We bid our farewell much too soon
So drink it up
This one's for you
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
Yea baby, it's been a lovely cruise
Oh darlin' it's been a lovely cruise
He was a fugitive with a pseudo name
Lost his mind in a hurricane
Coconut upside his head
People said he'd be better dead
Cause his glory days are gone
Sits on the shore with his saxophone
and plays
In another place, in another time
He was a soldier in his prime
On the battlefield, makin' history
Young men died for his destiny
And their widows came each day
Till he was forced to run away
From home
So he bought a town, but he sold the sea
Claimed a shallow victory
On an iron ship, with a wooden crew
They hit the reef when the moon was new
Now he cries himself to sleep
On a beach made of promises he meant to keep
Long ago
Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More
Nobody talks about the war
Hey what the hell were we fighting for
Such a long long time ago
And now the monkeys and the iguanas
They listen to his song
A most uncaptive audience
He plays to all night long
So the story goes, he was dressed to kill
When he jumped from the old mahogany mill
And the jungle beasts, they were heard to wail
As the saxophone still played the scale
For a man they never know who looked like me and you
Long ago
Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More
No one is interested in settling old scores
Hey what the hell were we fighting for
Such a long, long time ago
Nobody Speaks to The Captain No More
No one is interested in settling old scores
Hey what the hell were we fighting for
Such a long time ago.
[Chorus:]
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus.
It's that kind of mornin',
really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my
condition is improvin' and if I don't
die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.
Went down to the snake pit,
to drink a little beer.
Listened to the juke box,
oh, it's comin' in clear.
All of a sudden I wasn't alone
pickin' country music with old Joe Bones.
Duval Street was rockin',
my eyes they started poppin'!
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar,
as I broke another string on my old guitar.
Someone call a cab.
Lady won't you pay my tab?
[Chorus]
Got to get a little orange juice,
And a Darvon for my head.
I can't spend all day,
Baby, layin' in bed.
I'm goin' down to Fausto's
to get some chocolate milk.
Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day.
[Chorus]
Performed by Jimmy Buffett, The Great Gonzo, and Rizzo The Rat
From Kermit UnPigged - Jim Henson Records BMG Kidz.
(Talking)
Rizzo: Hey Look Gonzo, Jimmy's Buffet!
Gonzo: Oh, No No No No/ That's Jimmy Buffett. He's Recording in there.
Come on let's go say hello.
Rizzo: No thanks, I saw a sign down the hall that said meatloaf.
Gonzo: Well I'm going to see Jimmy...
Gonzo: Hello Jimmy
Jimmy: Gonzo
Gonzo: Hey, you don't look so good
Jimmy: I had the most amazing night last night
(Singing)
Jimmy: Woke up this morning, with light in my eye,
And then realized it was still dark outside.
It was a light coming down from the sky.
I don't know who or why
Gonzo: Must be those strangers that come every night,
whose saucer shaped light, put people uptight.
Leave blue green footprints that glow in the dark.
I hope they get home alright.
(Chorus)
Both: Hey Mr. Spaceman,
won't you please take me along.
I won't do anything wrong.
Hey Mr. Spaceman,
won't you please take me along for the ride.
Jimmy: Woke up this morning,
I was feeling quite weird.
Had flies in my ear and my toothpaste was smeared.
Opened my window,
they had written my name.
Both: Said so long, we'll see you again.
(Chorus)
Both: Hey Mr. Spaceman,
won't you please take me along.
I won't do anything wrong.
Hey Mr. Spaceman,
won't you please take me along for the ride.
(Talking)
Rizzo: Hey you two.
Gonzo: What do you want Rizzo?
Rizzo: You won't believe this, but there's a space ship outside.
Jimmy: Oh yeah, I knew they'd come back for me.
Rizzo: What!
Jimmy: Come on boys, let's go
Gonzo: Yeah, let's go
Rizzo: No way, I'm not goin up in that thing.
Gonzo: Oh Rizzo
(Singing)
(Chorus)
Both: Hey Mr. Spaceman,
won't you please take me along.
I won't do anything wrong.
Hey Mr. Spaceman,
won't you please take me along for the ride.
Won't you please take me along for the ride.
(Talking)
Jimmy: Alright Gonzo, you ready to go?
Gonzo: Sure
Rizzo: Gonzo, you can't leave. You have to be here for the end of the album
Gonzo: Ah, yeah
Jimmy: Hey, see you later guys. I'm space bound.
Rizzo: Have a nice flight
Gonzo: Yeah, see you in the tabloids
Gonzo: Say Rizzo, is there any of that meatloaf left?
Rizzo: Nah, the was some big guy in there. I guess he ate it all.
I guess it all blew up in Missoula
There just was no other way
After months of going crazy
There was nothing left to say
But when the dust had finally settled
And the air had quickly cleared
Things were better off than I had feared
And I miss you so badly
Girl I love you madly
Feelin' so sad now since I been gone
Gone, gone
And it gets quite confusin'
It seems that I'm loosin' track of
the long days since I been home
Were stayin' in a Holiday Inn full of surgeons
I guess they meet there once a year
They exchange physician stories
And get drunk on Tuborg beer
Then they're off to catch a stripper
With their eyes glued to her G
But I don't think that I would ever let them cut on me
And I miss you so badly
Girl I love you madly
I think I been had though, for stayin so long
Long, long
And I'm just watchin' the Gong show
Waitin' for Zorro
Loosin' the long day since I been home
I got a head of full of feelin' higher
And an ear full of Patsy Cline
There is just no one who can touch her
Hell I'll hang on every line
Oh crazy how things happen
It's incredible but true
Oh the longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you
And I miss you so badly
Girl I love you madly
I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home
Home, home
And I been battling hotel maids
Chewin' on Rolaids
Countin' the hours 'til I get home
Oh I been counting the hours 'til I get home
If necessity is the mother of invention
Then I'd like to kill the guy who invented this
The numbers come together in some kind of a third dimension
A regular algebraic bliss.
Let's start with something simple, like one and one ain't three
Any two plus two will never get you five.
There are fractions in my subtraction and x don't equal y
But my homework is bound to multiply.
Math suks math suks
I'd like to burn this textbook, I hate this stuff so much.
Math suks math suks
Sometimes I think that I don't know that much
But math suks.
I got so bored with my homework, I turned on the TV.
The beauty contest winners were all smiling through their teeth.
Then they asked the new Miss America
Hey babe can you add up all those bucks?
She looked puzzled, then just said
'Math Suks'.
Math suks math suks
You don't even have to spell it,
All you have to do is yell it...
Math suks math suks
Sometime times I think that I don't know that much
But math suks.
Geometry, trigonometry and if that don't tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I think it's gonna drive me insane.
Parents fighting with their children, and the Congress can't agree
Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly.
Management and labor keep rattling old sabers
Quacking like those Peabody ducks.
Math suks math suks
You don't even have to spell it,
All you have to do is yell it...
Math suks math suks
Sometime times I think that I don't know that much
But math suks.
Got out of town on a boat for the southern islands
On a reach before a following sea
We were making for the trades on the outside
And the downhill run to Papeete
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas
We got eighty feet of waterline nicely making way
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you
But on the midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away
(Chorus)
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me, larger voices calling
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten
I have been around the world
Looking for that woman girl
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will. And you know it will.
When you see the southern cross for the first time
You understand just why you came this way
Cause the truth you might be running from is so small
But its as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day
And I'm heading all the way, my dreams are dying
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain
I have my ship and all her flags are a-flying
She is all I have left and music is her name
(chorus)
So we cheated and we tried and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody strong comes along, makes me forget, forget about loving you
And the southern cross
She said I can't go back to America soon
It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June
Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo stuck in their cars
And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars.
Customs man tell her that she's gotta leave
She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
And any direction he blows will be fine.
Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have heard those words for so very long
Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong.
Tried and I tried but I don't understand
Never seems to work out the way I had it planned
Hanging out at a marina when Steve Martin called
Singin' anybody there really want to get small.
But women and water are in short supply
There's not enough dope for us all to get high
I hear it gets better, that's what they say
As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay.
Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have heard your lines foe so very long
Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song.
Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates
Sure was good to talk to the old United States
While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west
I see General Electric's still doing their best.
I've got to head this boat south pretty soon
New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes
But I know that I'll get 'em, I know that they'll come
Through the people and places and Caldwood's Rum
So please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have done your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gone
And I hope Anita Bryant never does one of my songs.
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 days.
I got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
I 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 guitar
Gonna thank my lucky stars.
Wrapped up in the problems of the day,
Just 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 guitar
I thank my lucky stars.
Gonna thank my lucky stars.
Thank you stars.
By: jimmy buffett, j. beroard, j.c. naimro
1988
Better days are in the cards I feel
Feel it in the changin’ wind
I feel it when I glide
So talk to me I’ll listen to your story
I’ve been around enough to know
That there’s more than meets the eye
Everybody needs a little good luck charm
A little gris gris keeps you safe from harm
Rub yours on me, and I’ll rub mine on you
Luckiest couple on the avenue
Chorus:
With a little love and luck
You will get by
With a little love and luck
We’ll take the sky
In this mangled modern world
You’ve got to try
Try a little love and luck
And you’ll get by
Mysteries don’t ever try to solve them
We’re just players in a game
And no one’s keeping score
So have your fun
Go ahead and tell your story
Find yourself a lover
Who will glue you to the floor
Everybody needs a little good luck charm
A little gris-gris keeps you safe from harm
Rub yours on me, and I’ll rub mine on you
Luckiest couple on the avenue
Chorus:
With a little love and luck
You will get by
With a little love and luck
We’ll take the sky
In this mangled modern world
We’ve got to try
Try a little love and luck
And you’ll get by
Kole sere, kole sere
Kole sere, kole sere
Kole sere, kole sere
Kole sere, kole sere
Chorus:
With a little love and luck
You will get by
With a little love and luck
We’ll take the sky
In this mangled modern world
You’ve got to try
Try a little love and luck
And you’ll get by
Kole sere, kole sere
Kole sere, kole sere
Kole sere, kole sere
Kole sere, kole sere
With a little love and luck
You will get by
With a little love and luck
We’ll take the sky
Love and luck, oh yes
We will get by
Ha ha ha ha...
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight
You take a few tokes make you feel alright
Rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night
Got the pickup washed and you just got paid
With any luck at all you might even get laid
'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night
Yeah now listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Drink a little, think a little, shoot a little pool
Hittin' on the cuties right outta high school
Sixteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
Wooo...
Yeah well now some folks smoke, some folks chew
Some do both for any excuse
A rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
It ain't the same old west, no that's for sure
But I think beats anything that's here before
A rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
So want you listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Play some pong, sing a song, shoot a little shit
And if the fightin' starts just don't get hit
And if the cowboys still can't find a thing in town to do
Well there's a whorehouse on the edge of town where anybody able to screw
Oh...no
Yeah now just listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Play some pong, sing a song, shoot a little shit
And if the fightin' starts just don't get hit
And if the cowboys still can't find a thing in town to do
Well there's a whorehouse on the edge of town where anybody able to screw
Yeah now we're just a rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
One more time baby, now boys
We'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
He took one last look
Tossed that address book
His odyssey had begun
No time to see sights
Ran all the red lights
Burned all his bridges
Now it's love on the run
Livin' it up
Is takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' it up
It suits his temperament fine
Up on the bandstand, plays for a few fans
Workin' for minimum wage
He sees her lookin', his brain is cookin'
She takes her seat of the foot of the stage
Livin' it up
It's takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' it up
It suits his temperament fine
Yeah he loves livin' it up
And takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' it up
It never crosses his mind
Didn't say much, had a soft touch
Knew what felt good in her man
He was the same way, they split the next day
Sang all the way through the Yucatan
Livin' it up
It's takin' all of our time
But we ain't givin' it up
It never crosses our mind
No no no he's just livin' it up
And takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' her up
She suits his temperament fine
Yeah she's just livin' it up
And takin' all of his time.
(Jimmy Buffett) Work, work, work
Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk.
Just want to disappear
Wishin' I was somewhere other than here.
Livin' for the weekend,
Jumpin' off the deep end,
With just enough money to buy
A license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, and songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill
(Kenny Chesney) Girls, girls, girls
Ain't nothin' like them in the whole wide world.
So damn smart and cute,
And it's amazing what they pass off as a bathing suit.
Winners and losers
Sailors and cruisers
We're all qualified, for a license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, an songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill
(Jimmy and Kenny) A license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
(Kenny) Trouble turns funny, and songs get sung
(Jimmy) A one note samba lasts all night long
Leave me alone I've got a license,
(Jimmy & Kenny) A license to chill
A license to chill
(Jimmy spoken) Ramos go rent me a coupe deville
Hey JL, where's that barbecue grill
Head on down to Margaritaville
Have me a cheeseburger with a big pickle dill
Jesus, I sound kinda mentally ill
I guess I better go turn on Dr Phil
I really do
Appriciate
The fact you're
Sitting here
Your voice sounds
So wonderful
But your face don't
Look to clear
So barmaid bring a pitcher
Another round of brew
Honey why don't we get drunk and screw
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought
A waterbed
It's filled up for me and you
They said are a snub queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So why don't we get drunk and screw
Pick it Coral Reefer's, here we go
(Solo music break)
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed
It's filled up for me and you
They said are a snub queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So why don't we get drunk and screw
Yah now baby
Why dont we get drunk and screw
Now what do they do if I just sailed away
Who the hell really compelled me to leave today
Runnin' low on stories is what made it a ball
What would they do if made no landfall
I lived half my life in eight by five room
Just cruisin' to the sound of the big diesel boom
It's not close quarters that would make me snap
It's just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap
Sail away for a month at a time,
Sail away I've got to recharge mind
Then you'll find me back at it again
Oh I love the smell of fresh snapper fried lite
What'd you say, pouilly fuisse could round out the night
The mid morning watch is the best time to look
Oh what would they do if I wrote the big book
'Cause I've seen incredible things in my year
Somedays were laughter, others were tears
If I had it all to do over again
I'd just get myself drunk and I'd jump right back in
Sail away, that's the way I survive
Sail away, that's just no shuck and jive
It just makes my whole life come alive
The wind whistled threw the cool rigging at night
Crazy crowds boogie to the sound and the lights
down in he's just havin' a ball
What would he do on another landfall
What would they do if I made no landfall
Oh what would they do if I flew to Nepal
What would I do if I met Lucille Ball
Tryin' to make a little sense of it all
Just tryin' to make a little sense of it all
Nordstrom was a simple man
Who had some non-conformist plan
To save his ass
Every night he danced alone
And blotted out the monotone
That was his past
He packs his bag of mysteries
And leaves the lonely memories
Where they belong
They came and went so easily
This rising tide identity
Sings like a song
Let's sing
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai (Oh!)
He's the man who gave up his own name
In the roll of the cosmic dice
You win one heart and lose it twice
Before you know
Love is fine until you taste
This melancholy bouillabaisse
Called letting go
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai (Hey!)
He's the man who gave up his own name
He moved on up to old Beantown
And summered on the Vineyard Sound
To pass the day (day ay ay oh)
Island hopping Crab Key bound
Tendin' bar he thinks he's found
A better way (ay ay ay oh)
Now we're back where we belong
Without a clue and still without
A master plan (ay ay ay oh)
Incident or accident
It all depends on if you're meant
To understand (ay ay ay oh)
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai
He's the man who gave up his own name
He's the man who gave up his own name
[Spoken:]
eah, 'ol Nordstrom's gone. Checked out. Readin'
the wrong kind of books...listenin' to that wild
Caribbean music. He wiped himself out of his own computer.
He's the man who gave up his own name. He's gone.
I've got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Don't want to read it in a magazine
Don't want to see it on the silver screen
Don't let the craziness tear us apart
I'm down on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart
This comes from deep in my soul
Your sweet love has taken control
I'll swim across the ocean if you tell me so
Take you to the jump up if you want to go
It's never-y too late to make a brand new start
I'm down here on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart
Whoa how I will sing
If you give me everything
I live for the day
When there's nothing in our way
I will be waiting tonight
You'll find my boat by the light
I'm gonna show you what my love can do
Out on the ocean all alone with you
We'll find a desert island on an ancient chart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Whoa oh oh take me from the knees of my heart
Please take me from the knees of my heart
Whoa oh oh take me from the knees of my heart
Uh buh puh buh puh buh puh
Please from the knees of my heart
Whoa oh oh
By Jimmy Buffett, 1996
Jimmy Buffett explores new creative ground here, putting the two-hundred year history of Amerigo, a fictitious Caribbean island, into a Calypso number, and framing it into another song, The Legend of Norman Paperman, the theme of the show. The principal singer is the Governor of the island, and the key characters of the show sing verses about the history.
Narrator
Kinja was the name of the island when it was British. The actual name was King George The Third Island, but the islanders shortened that to Kinja. Now the name in the maps and the guidebooks is Amerigo, but everybody who still lives there still calls it Kinja. The United States acquired the island peaceably in 1940 as part of the shuffling of old destroyers and Caribbean real estate that went on between Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Churchill. The details of the transaction were and are vague to the inhabitants. The West Indian is not exactly hostile to change, but he's not much inclined to believe in it. Meantime in a fashion Amerigo is getting Americanized. The inflow of cash is making everyone more prosperous. Most Kinjans go along cheerily with this explosion of American energy in the Caribbean. To them it seems like a new harmless and apparently endless Carnival.
Sanders
Have you ever dreamed of escaping from your dull existence to a new life on a tropical island? Our story is about a man who did it - a real person, whose true adventure has become a legend here in the Caribbean. Welcome one and all to THE LEGEND OF NORMAN PAPERMAN.
Ensemble
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll share
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Is it a dream or a nightmare
Women
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll tell
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell.
Sanders [Sings]
Kinja's the name of the island
It's been Kinja for over two hundred years
But remember paradise
Doesn't come without a price
Let me make that abundantly clear
Kinja, our beautiful island
In a windward archipeligo
We've been English, French and Dutch
Never seemed to matter much
Now we're officially Amerigo
Ensemble
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Sheila, chef at the Gull Reef Club)
Sheila
Our ancestors came in the slave ships
To work for the privileged few
Who wore Paris fashions
and lived in pink mansions
While we huddled in shacks of bamboo
Den da sugar beet bring us our freedom
With the help of our God we got through
Insurrection, beheadin's, funerals and weddin's
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
Chorus
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Gilbert, gondolier of the Gull Reef Club)
Gilbert
Mr. Churchill had to get some destroyers
To put old hitler six feet below
FDR he pulled a nifty
Got our island for just fifty
And do limeys dey pack up and go
We dance through the streets in celebration
Da fireworks dey light up da sky
We got hotdogs and highways
Got Fords and Chevrolets
Not to mention the Forth of July
Ensemble
Not to mention the Forth of July
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Senator Pullman, the island's big enchilada)
Senator Pullman
Now the Yankees, they come wid der dollars
It's a beehive of activity
Sell dem crawfish and rum
Keep dem dizzy and numb
Oh we're liken' this prosperity
We got new holidays for celebration
We got new laws, but no one complies
We got crawfish and mangos
Calypso and tangos
Ahhh, but we short on our watah supply
Ensemble
Mighty short on our watah supply
We got the Carnival
We love the Carnival
The Kinja Carnival
Carnival
We got the Carnival
Don't Stop The Carnival
We love the Carnival
And our story begins
Dis is da legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from de tropics we'll tell
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell!
The legend of - NORMAN PAPERMAN
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
As the dirt in the skies of the city
Well they say the proximity warps their minds
Until they're shooting one another just pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set it's a pity
Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city
When I finally came
There's some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty
Well they weren't much different than we might act
If there was that many others that closely packed
It's an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city
Lester Atlas, a crude, very rich corporate raider, traps Norman in the Caribbean dream by offering to buy the hotel for him, and then welshing on the deal when Norman can no long back out. He is a despicable but somehow lovable rogue, who in his own mind is a magnanimous, misunderstood benefactor of humanity. What other people call corporate raiding, he explains, telling the truth in business matters. Why Jimmy decided to give him a song with a tango rhythm and a klezmer trill I don't know, but it works.
I'm just an old truth teller
I'm your candid friend
I'm not some daydream seller
I do not pretend
I've a sense of survival
And screwing my rivals
That's labeled me crossed and uncouth
But I can't help it I just tell the truth
He can't help it, he just tells the truth
I'm just an old truth teller
Brutally direct
I see it eye for eye
I'm rarely incorrect
Why call me a sharp trader
A corporate raider
I'm a role model for today's youth
It's so simple, I just tell the truth
He can't help it, he just tells the truth
Bridge:
Why was I born to be right all the time
In deal after deal after deal
Foiling those sharks that are circling my penthouse
Hoping to make a meal
No good deed goes unpunished
Nothing goes as planed
My ingrate family left me
I don't understand
Where's your wife?
In Alaska
Any sons?
In Nebraska
And my daughter milks cows in Duluth
I can't help it, I just tell the truth
Ohh he can't help it, he just sells it
he can't help, he just tells it
I can't help, I just tell the truth
grapefruit.my bathing suit.
chew a little juicy fruit.
wash away the night.
driving. you guzzle gin.
-ahh i dont know!-
it's good for the soul.
you know it getz so damn lonely.
when you're on a plane alone.
and if i had the money, honey
id strap you in beside me.
and never ever leave you
leave you at home all alone and cryin'.
10 speed. but no need.
my pick up getz me where i please.
chuggin down the stream.
but i'll be leavin'
in a little while
so close your eyez now.
ill be back real soon.
[aww take it reeferz..
ladies choice.. everybody now here we go..]
yes and if i had that money honey
id strap u in beside me [in the strapless]
and never ever leave you.
leave at home all alone and cryin'
grapefruit. my bathing suit
chew a little juicy fruit
and wash away the night
yea you chew a little juicy fruit
itz good for ya soul
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.
By Jimmy Buffett, 1996
Jimmy Buffett explores new creative ground here, putting the two-hundred year history of Amerigo, a fictitious Caribbean island, into a Calypso number, and framing it into another song, The Legend of Norman Paperman, the theme of the show. The principal singer is the Governor of the island, and the key characters of the show sing verses about the history.
Narrator
Kinja was the name of the island when it was British. The actual name was King George The Third Island, but the islanders shortened that to Kinja. Now the name in the maps and the guidebooks is Amerigo, but everybody who still lives there still calls it Kinja. The United States acquired the island peaceably in 1940 as part of the shuffling of old destroyers and Caribbean real estate that went on between Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Churchill. The details of the transaction were and are vague to the inhabitants. The West Indian is not exactly hostile to change, but he's not much inclined to believe in it. Meantime in a fashion Amerigo is getting Americanized. The inflow of cash is making everyone more prosperous. Most Kinjans go along cheerily with this explosion of American energy in the Caribbean. To them it seems like a new harmless and apparently endless Carnival.
Sanders
Have you ever dreamed of escaping from your dull existence to a new life on a tropical island? Our story is about a man who did it - a real person, whose true adventure has become a legend here in the Caribbean. Welcome one and all to THE LEGEND OF NORMAN PAPERMAN.
Ensemble
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll share
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Is it a dream or a nightmare
Women
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll tell
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell.
Sanders [Sings]
Kinja's the name of the island
It's been Kinja for over two hundred years
But remember paradise
Doesn't come without a price
Let me make that abundantly clear
Kinja, our beautiful island
In a windward archipeligo
We've been English, French and Dutch
Never seemed to matter much
Now we're officially Amerigo
Ensemble
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Sheila, chef at the Gull Reef Club)
Sheila
Our ancestors came in the slave ships
To work for the privileged few
Who wore Paris fashions
and lived in pink mansions
While we huddled in shacks of bamboo
Den da sugar beet bring us our freedom
With the help of our God we got through
Insurrection, beheadin's, funerals and weddin's
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
Chorus
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Gilbert, gondolier of the Gull Reef Club)
Gilbert
Mr. Churchill had to get some destroyers
To put old hitler six feet below
FDR he pulled a nifty
Got our island for just fifty
And do limeys dey pack up and go
We dance through the streets in celebration
Da fireworks dey light up da sky
We got hotdogs and highways
Got Fords and Chevrolets
Not to mention the Forth of July
Ensemble
Not to mention the Forth of July
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Senator Pullman, the island's big enchilada)
Senator Pullman
Now the Yankees, they come wid der dollars
It's a beehive of activity
Sell dem crawfish and rum
Keep dem dizzy and numb
Oh we're liken' this prosperity
We got new holidays for celebration
We got new laws, but no one complies
We got crawfish and mangos
Calypso and tangos
Ahhh, but we short on our watah supply
Ensemble
Mighty short on our watah supply
We got the Carnival
We love the Carnival
The Kinja Carnival
Carnival
We got the Carnival
Don't Stop The Carnival
We love the Carnival
And our story begins
Dis is da legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from de tropics we'll tell
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell!
The legend of - NORMAN PAPERMAN
In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her crying out, 'What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home.'
Lonely princess
All the days out on your own are growing empty
Nothing is going well
If you could only tell them how you feel
They're too real to understand
Chorus:
Too many trite expressions
Ending in forced rejections long ago
Too many innocent faces
Too many far out places something's wrong
Let me tell you that something's wrong
It's been that way so long, and it's a shame
On the street car
To the city where she knows that she might lose it all
Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time
And knowing well this could be her final fall
Past the boutique
Down the alley to the river, people pass her by
Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks
And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry
Chorus:
Too many small suggestions
Endin' in angry questions from her dad
Too many T.V. dinners
And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost
No one knows the trials she had
In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming
I heard her crying out, 'What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home.'
Lord, I just don't know, but I can't go back home.
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 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
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 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
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
If I could just get it on paper
The things that have happened tonight
But that seems to me to be the big key
I'm havin' too good a time to ever turn
Out the lights.
Go to bed wake up with a clear head
Recalling what made it a ball
If I could just get it on paper
I might make some sense of it all
If I could tell half of the stories
The funny way most things begin
Figure ways to disguise all the half truths and lies
Find the heart of my song with the point of a pen
Simple words can be come clever phrases
And chapters could turn into books
Yes if I could just get it on paper
But it's harder than it ever looks.
All alone in the edge of the water
Hidin' out by the Sea of Cortez
With my sketch pads and Flairs
Tapes and battery spares
It's just no comprehendo to what everyone says
Time alone seemed to work well for Faulkner
Time away seems to work for the kid
Life and ink they run out at the same time
Or so said my old friend the squid
Yes if I could just get it on paper tonight
I could tell you what I think I did.
I had Cadillac's in my future
Debutantes in my past
I made a deal with the devil for a whole lot of money
Thinkin' it would last and last
But a fool and his money are bound to part
And what goes up must come down
So take my advice, don't trust the roll of the dice
Keep your feet on solid ground
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Lots of women and wine
But who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? That he ain't cool
Now thems were hard times back in the eighties bous
People barely had enough to get by
But oh not me foot loose and fancy free
There was nothing to myself I'd deny
So fellas listen to my story now
Though you have heard this tale befo'
Take care of your needs and watch out for your greeds
Or that wolf will be at your door
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Now I ain't got a dime
But who's gonna be the fool? Who's gonna be the fool?
Who's gonna be the fool? It still ain't cool.
Who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? It still ain't cool.
Why does the sunset in the west?
And why does my heart keep beating in my chest?
What ever happened to the Duke of Earl?
I got a PBS mind in a MTV world.
Is it ignorance or apathy
I forgot these lessons taught to me.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hey, I don't know, I don't care.
Ambivalent, well, yes and no.
Hey where did all the hippies go?
Our conversation sounds like actors' lines.
Is it time for your medication or mine?
Is it ignorance or apathy
I forgot these lessons taught to me.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hey I don't know, I don't care.
Therapy is extremely expensive.
Poppin' bubblie wrap is radically cheap.
You choose which one helps with your problem.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
Sandy beaches in distant reaches
And oh those lovely Georgia peaches.
It's never too much and never too late
To pack your bags and get out of state.
Is it ignorance or apathy
The worried will all disagree.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hell, I don't know and I don't care.
If you're looking for a quote from me
I'll be under the mango tree.
Just can't say how I'll get there
Hey, I don't know and I don't care.
I don't know and I don't' care.
I don't know and I don't care.
At his beach house on the moon.
Honey Do
By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley
1983
For Hoagy Carmichael
You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date
(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again
I've seen your fat cat style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder
I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey do, a little toast for me and you
Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again
I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
Uh Sir, she's just not coming
Now what the hell does garcon know
We've been through all this befo'
Honey do, honey come and do me again
-- Spoken: Alright Blues Torpedoes
(sax solo)
Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again (one more time)
Yeah honey do, honey come and do me again
Oh oh oh oh
Honey do, honey come and do me again
- Notes:
Drums: Matt Betton
Upright Bass: David Jackson
Saxophones: Matt Betton and The Blues Torpedoes
Background Vocals: Rita Coolidge, David Lasley, Arnold McCuller
You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
I've seen your fat cats style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder
I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey, do a little toast to me and you
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
'Sir, she's just not coming.'
Now what the hell does Garcon know
We've been through all this before
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train?
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey come and do me again
Yeah, Honey do, Honey come and do me again.
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
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
Maybe leaving's better in the afternoon
When the rain don't fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard
Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways that we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again
La La La La La La La La Laaaa
La La La La La La La La Laaaa
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
yeah
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to climb up in the tree
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to see what I can see
You know...
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It's been a little fever and maybe Bucky Beaver
Who made me pull the lever and leave once again
We chose just not to marry but go ahead and carry
All of our earthly goods and go to live out in the woods
Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye
Meets the eye...
Moonlight on the cabin and you're too damn cold to sleep
Your head turns from my pillow so I can't see you weep
See you weep...Sarah sleep
Stoned alone together least the city streets have drains
Standing here ass high up in the rain longin' for Boston
Once again
Sarah's cold and hungry and the baby's due any day
Stuck up in high country and it don't thaw out 'til May
Here we'll stay...
Mountain fever's on me and tonight the truck broke down
Doctor in the valley but we can't get in to town
He don't come 'round
Sarah cried for Boston and her mother late last night
I reassured her everything was tight but I'm not sure that it's all
right...
Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye
Meets the eye.
(john lennon, yoko ono)
And so this is christmas and what have you done
Another year over; a new one just begun
And so this is christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young
A merry merry christmas and a happy new year
Let’s hope it’s a good one without any fear
So this is christmas, for weak and for strong
The rich and the poor one, the road is so long
So happy christmas for black and for white
The yellow and red one, and stop all the fight
A merry merry christmas and a happy new year
Let’s hope it’s a good one without any fear
So this is christmas and what have we done
Another year over, a new one just begun
So happy christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young
A merry merry christmas and a happy new year
Let’s hope it’s a good one without any fear
Intstrumental
So this is christmas and what have you done
Another year over; a new one just begun
And so happy christmas; we hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young
A merry merry christmas and a happy new year
Let’s hope it’s a good one without any fear
I've been a stand in a stunt man, I've taken some falls
Troubles,--I've had my share
But no one has to learn how to run before walkin' 'round
Breathin' that million-air
Take it from me 'cause I found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours it could have been
(Chorus)
Some people never find it, some only pretend
But me, I just want to live happily ever after
Every now and then
I've been in vans and in bands on and through stages
One thing I can conclude, one has to learn
Havin' fun is just smilin' through
Those changes in latitudes, changes in in attitudes
Take it from me 'cause I found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours it could have been
(Chorus)
Some people never find it, some only pretend
But me, hell, I just want to live happily ever after
Every now and then
Every now and then
I’ve been a stand-in, a stunt man
I’ve takin’ some falls
Troubles... I’ve had my share
But one has to learn how to run before walkin’
’round breathin’ that million air
Take it from me cuz I found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours, it could have been
Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then
I’ve been in vans and in bands
On and through stages
One thing I can conclude
One has to learn havin’ fun is just smilin’ through
Those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Take it from me cuz I’ve found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours, it could have been
Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then
... pm guitar break ...
Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me, hell:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then
Every now and then (oooooooo...)
(every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(happily ever after every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(happily ever after every now and then)
So you're looking for a hero
That you can see with your own eyes
When they don't wear the mask and cape
They're hard to recognize
Even though these are cynical times
Bear it in mind
Good guys win
Every once in while
Full grown men
Get to learn from a child
Now and then
Just when you think it won't happen again
The good guys win
Trouble all around us
Dirty tricks at every turn
Seems that we historically
Refuse to live and learn
You start to wonder if all
Hope is gone
You would be wrong
Good guys win
Every once in while
Full grown men
Get to learn from a child.
Now and then
Just when you think it won't happen again
Good guys win.
State of confusion we're so disillusioned
You turn on the news and
Good guys win
Now and then
Just when you think it won't happen again
Good guys win
Every once in while
Full grown men
Get to learn from a child
Now and then
Just when you think it won't happen again
The Good guys win.
I have been out wanderin'
I have traveled far
One conclusion I have made
Is God don't own a car
He don't wear no fancy clothes
He'd rather take the bus
He would pay air tourist fare
So He could sit with us
He don't have no tambourine
Guitar or slide trombone
The music we make here on Earth
But the words are His own
And when we finally reach His home
And walk among the stars
He'll join our band then we'll understand
Why God don't own a car
I want a job that's not too demandin'
Where you do, a lot of standin'
Don't want to be an elevator operator
No way a salesman, no way a waiter
Cause I'm a gentleman,
A gentleman of leisure
I'm a gentleman
A gentleman of leisure
Let me take my time
Betcha I can please ya
I'm a gentleman
A gentleman of leisure
Classified ads don't look too appealin'
I don't know but I've got this feelin'
Might take awhile to find a position
With a pretty secretary and some time to go fishin'
I'm a gentleman
A gentleman of leisure
40 hour week, could ya make it 30?
No heavy liftin', I get myself dirty
Beautiful office, 37th floor
Tiles on the roof and sign up on the door that says,
Gentleman of leisure
(You understand why I like this song? It fits the twilight of my career.)
Hey! I look nice in a clean white collar
Take home pay, oh, say a million dollars
I keep lookin', I'll never stay down
Cause somebody somewhere is lookin' for a guy
Who's a gentleman, a gentleman of leisure
I'm a gentleman, a gentleman of leisure
Set me in the sun
Baby, I will please ya
Cause I'm a gentleman, a gentleman of leisure
I'm a gentleman, a gentleman of leisure
(feat. Toots And The Maytals)
Hey hey hey hey hey
I want you to believe every word I say
I want you to believe every thing I do
I said music is what I've got baby
And I've got to find some way to make it
Music is what I've got baby
I want you to come on and shake it
Shake it, shake it baby
Oh yeah
Funky funky funky
Funky Kingston is what I've got for you, oh yeah
Funky Kingston, yeah is what I've got for you
Funky Kingston
Watch me now, you watch me now
Played from east to west yeah
I just played from north to south, yeah
All across America people keep on asking me for Funky Kingston
But I ain't got none
Somebody take it away from me
You got to go and fetch one
Funky Kingston
I come from where the rivers meet the sea
That's part of why I'm so wild and fancy free
I was early into crazy ways
My folks said, 'It's just a phase'
They were hoping for better days
Now in my line of work I seem to see a lot more than most
Write 'em down, pas 'em around
It's the gospel from the coast
Reflections, not just replays
Takin' time to escape the maze
Lookin' for better days
I spent a year of my life one night
On the beaches in old Beirut
Seems that all they're aimin' for there
Is to hang around and shoot
Each others' lives away
Bloody winds on a distant bay
They're lookin' for better days
Looking to the left, looking to the right
Looking to the stars to shed some light
Hoping for a breath, hoping for break
Hopin' for the give without the take
The dreamers line the state road
Just to watch the runway show
Slouched behind their steering wheels
They just watch the big jets go
Streakin' through the morning haze
Focal point of a distant gaze
Lookin' for better days
Pale invaders and tanned crusaders
Are worshipping the sun
On the corner of 'walk' and 'don't walk'
Somewhere on US 1
I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days
I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days, lookin' for better days
Lookin' for Floridays
Better days, better days
Everybody's lookin' for better days
Somewhere beneath the shining star
Better days, mon't you take me to better days
Better days, I sure could use a few better days
Floridays
By: jimmy buffett
If men came from venus
And women came from mars
Then I’d be lunching with my boyfriends
While you girls talked about cigars
But that’s not how it happened
Evolution took a different turn
We may be creatures with some unique features
But we’ve still got a lot to learn
We made it nearly 20 centuries
But your monkeys with ph.d.s
Spun a web of communications
But it’s all still a tangle to me
I can’t tell the spiders
From the dangling flies and moths
I feel like like some outsider
Who seems to have his wires all crossed
I can’t fax you my love
I can’t email my heart
I can’t see your face in cyberspace
I don’t know where to start
I’m light years behind
From the age they call stone
I’m a carbon based caveman
Honey just flesh and bone
I ain’t no clone
I’m just flesh and bone
Trying to connect with you
I ain’t no clone
I’m just flesh and bone
Trying to get my message through
Now we live in this age of computers
They run everything in the world
And I’m a little behind on this technical climb
And you are an internet girl
I’ve got words but no processor
I’ve got feelings but I don’t know dos
So I just have to go back to basics
To try to get my point across
Desperate for a glimpse of the future
We use crystals and cards and dice
And that y2k is coming our way
They’re talking about some worldly strife
It’s time to think of simpler options
It’s time to formulate a big plan b
So if your hard drive does crash
I’ve got some kruggerands stashed
Come on and sail away with me
I can’t fax you my love
I can’t email my heart
I can’t see your face in cyberspace
I don’t know where to start
I’m light years behind
From the age they call stone
I’m a carbon based caveman
Honey just flesh and bone
I ain’t no clone
I’m just flesh and bone
Trying to connect with you
I ain’t no clone
I’m just flesh and bone
Let’s run away to timbuktu
(spoken) oh yeah baby come on run away
Don’t worry I don’t byte
I might nip a little bit
Here let me get that
The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light
And the waterfront ritual began to ignite
All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of November, 1921
On the old Chicamauga the Signal Jacks flew
And the message they spelled out caused a great bally hoo
Every ship in Havana then hoisted away
All the pennants were 'a flyin' on my dad's first birthday
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Now his storybook childhood was not make believe
On the decks of a tall ship he was taught to achieve
Witnessed storms and starvation natural wonders and force
Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Well now life throws us curve balls we never can reach
He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach
Where he raised up his family taught us all to survive
Then the wind went away in 1995
Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by the ways
She lies on the bottom of old Mobile Bay
Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near
They protect him and tell him there's nothin' to fear
Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea
And it's a time in the future for Cameron and me
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for saving no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
The skies over Cuba were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of November 1921
Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wireless wacky fog
Squawkin' talkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody's gettin' through
Toasters talk to crackberries, Bombay to L.A.
Teenage needs and long-held dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me an e-mail, bring me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Now I'm a real jungle jump up
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropouts
On every major city across the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody band
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I gotta get over by the beerstand
Oh shit my batteries are going
I'll call you back
The sky revealed the rumor
In a misty gray cocoon
Some angry baby-boomers
Stole the everlasting moon
They found a new location
Clear and poison free
In a distant constellation
Oh, they called it lunacy
Hangin' in the sky
The perfect alibi
Baby come outside with me
There's a moon you've got to see
Smiling every place
With his laser-painted face
Light of love in each moonbeam
Want you step into my dream
Everlasting moon
Back when nature ruled the heavens
Oh gypsies, fools, and loons
Were dragged across the ocean
By that everlasting moon
When it goes from full to crescent
I move in and out of tune
It's the envy of the kremlin
It's our everlasting moon
Shinin' in the sky
The perfect alibi
Baby come outside with me
There's this moon you've got to see
Smiling every place
With his laser-painted face
Light of love in each moonbeam
Want you step into my dream
Everlasting moon
Everlasting moon
People here and all over the world
Men, women, boys and pretty girls
Gather 'round by the seaside, Beach fun and tropic skies
Diamond head and palm trees, surf riders on the sea
It's the place to be, it's the place to be
One the beach at Waikiki, that's where you'll find me
Here on the southside, Beach Boys paradise
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Music playing happy songs, everybody gets along
Dancing in the sunshine, groovin' in the good vibe
Down by the sea, good times will set your free
Just you and me, this is the place to be
On the beach at Waikiki, that's where you'll find me
Here on the southside, Beach Boys paradise
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Having fun underneath the sun, just you and me
Feelin' good and feelin' right, sunset is out of sight
Another beautiful Hawaiian day, everything's gonna be ok
Let's get together and do this again
At the beach at Waikiki, that's where you'll find me
Here on the southside, Beach Boys paradise
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Don't Bug Me
By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Jay Oliver
1990
Don't Bug Me
Don't mug me
I'm better left alone
Let me twirl
In my world
Out in the wild unknown
Night Crawlin'
Free Fallin'
Just don't get in my way
Don't squish me
Or death wish me
That's all I have to say
I can spin a web
I can spin a tale
Leave me in the jungle
Take me to the town
Right side up or upside down
I'm fakey (?)
Real Flakey
8 legs and one pea brain
So don't bug me
Don't mug me
Just try and act humane
I can cover tracks
And never leave a trail
Leave me in the jungle
Take me to the town
Right side up or upside down
Don't bug me
Don't mug me
I'm better left alone
Let me twirl
In my world
Out in the wild unknown
Don't bug me
Don't mug me
That's all I have to say.
You can spend all your days in the grind
Converting your nickels to dimes
You could stuff all your pockets till they overflow
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
You can say you're too old to be young
You think you're too smart to be dumb
But the well-seasoned pro knows how long he can go
Don chu know
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
You can sing every song that's been sung
Offer the moon and the sun
But if you ask me it's all been both said and been done
We're just recycled history machines
Cavemen in faded blue jeans
It's the unanswered question in each one of us
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
The more we learn the less we know
What you keep is what you can't let go
Take it fast or take it slow
Just one way for you to go
Don't chu-know
[Spoken:]
Let's go now
You can sing every song that's been sung
Offer the moon and the sun
But if you ask me it's not in the race that you run
It's that outcast in each one of us
Who get's the girl that is too glamorous
There's no one to deceive it's just all make believe
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
Oh....
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
Don't chu-know
I Don't Know
I Don't Know
Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise
Should I take this last step
Or turn myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico [I want to dance in Mexico]
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos [...with our friends]
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love
Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
I hear the people singing that same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
-- Spoken:
'Tss, tss tss'
'Hey, psst amigo!'
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Hidden in the mountains
Under the earth and stone
A cubic mile of perfection
Treasure no one has known
One man came upon this mother lode
Built himself a thousand room chateau
He's the emperor of diamonds
Master of the prize
He's got the hold on happiness
And all that money can buy
Everyday he lives in fascination
This is not an everyday temptation, no
It's the diamond as big as the Ritz
What you gonna do with this
Tell me who's goin' to save you
When you're a slave to the
Diamond as big as the Ritz
A blessing can become a curse
If you keep it to yourself
our own exaggeration
Is not so good for your health
It's the prophecy of the unattainable dream
If you take one look behind the shine
It doesn't always gleam
Everyday he lives in fascination
This is not an everyday temptation, no
It's the diamond as big as the Ritz
What you gonna do with this
Tell me, who's goin' to save you
When you're a slave to a
Diamond as big as the Ritz
(Diamond. Diamond. Diamond. Diamond. Diamond)
Coal under pressure (Diamond)
Sparkle of treasure (Diamond)
Crystalline measure (Diamond)
On a mental pleasure (Diamond)
In the corner of your eye (Diamond)
Make a grown man cry (Diamond)
All the seeds you've sown (Diamond)
Greed can crumble your castle walls
Greed can purchase you thrills
Power is a dangerous drug
It can maim, it can kill
It's the prophecy of the unattainable dream
If you take one look behind the shine
It doesn't always gleam
It was a diamond as big as the Ritz
What you gonna do with this
Tell me, who's goin' to save you
When you're a slave to a
Diamond as big as the Ritz
It was a diamond as big as the Ritz
What you gonna do with this
Tell me, who's goin' to save you
When you're a slave to a
Diamond as big as the Ritz
By: Jimmy Buffett
1971
It's the ways of her father
If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet
And the desert is calling to me
Run before the final trap is set
All roads lead to the city
Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same
Lady lays out the pattern
With the parts of her body that seem tame
Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
Act like a child and I'll respond with my well-rehearsed farewell
Quoting the verse that you bought but weren't quite prepared to sell
Saying I think I love you
Maybe I care
It's not fair
Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
And it's a sore spot when the room's burning hot
And the desert air just cannot bring you down
Still the bed's warm but a cold arm
Keeps me floating inches off the ground
Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
Go paint your toes wipe you nose and then come to say goodbye
And all along tell yourself I am wrong if I try
Crying sorry it's over
I'm not to blame
What a game
Death valley lives now I'm not even sure what really gives
Ho, Ha
I once knew a poet
Who lived before his time
He and his dog spooner
Would listen while he'd rhyme
Words to make ya happy
Words to make you cry
Then one day the poet suddenly did die
But he left behind a closet
Filled with verse and rhyme
And through some strange transaction
One was printed in the times
And everybody's searchin'
For the king of underground
Well they found him down in Florida
With a tombstone for a crown
Everybody knows a line
From his book that cost four ninety-nine
I wonder if he knows he's doin'
Quite this fine
'cause his books are all best sellers
And his poems were turned to song
Had his brother on a talk show
Though they never got along
And now he's called immortal
Yes he's even taught in school
They say he used his talents
A most proficient tool
But he left all of his royalties
To spooner his ol' hound
Growin' old on steak and bacon
In a doghouse ten feet 'round
And everybody wonders
Did he really lose his mind
No he was just a poet who lived before his time
He was just a poet who lived before his time
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1993
It's been a little fever and maybe Bucky Beaver
Who made me pull the lever and leave once again
We chose just not to marry but go ahead and carry
All of our earthly goods and go to live out in the woods
Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye
Meets the eye...
Moonlight on the cabin it's too damn cold to sleep
Your head turns from my pillow so I can't see you weep
See you weep...Sarah sleep
Stoned alone together least the city streets have drains
Standing here ass high up in the rain longin' for Boston
Once again...
Sarah's cold and hungry and the baby's due any day
Stuck up in high country and it don't thaw out 'til May
Here we'll stay...
Mountain fever's on me and tonight the truck broke down
Doctor in the valley but we can't get in to town
He don't come 'round...
Sarah cried for Boston and her mother late last night
I reassured her everything was tight but I'm not sure that
It's all right...
Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye
Meets the eye...
There's a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste
Headin' south to Paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Might and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another
Story that he loves to tell.
With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll.
Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches
Made the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in ambition
He made up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come what may.
Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in muumuus
Talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what
and who sat on his butt
But it's the only show in town.
They're tryin' to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six says
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may.
I don't want to live on that kind of island
No, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.
Too much for me, too much for me
I've got to be where the wind and the water are free.
Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are
Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years
It's still not that long a stay.
We've gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may.
And there's a cowboy in the jungle.
Countin' the Cows Every Day
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
Oh I'm just a cowboy, an old hired hand
Never seen nothin' majestic or grand
I just received a great big tax return
Now I'm off to Las Vegas with money to burn
It's been a while since I last left this town
Bought a new suit and I'm Nevada bound
Gonna make it, gonna break it, I've been there before
Nothin's gone wrong, this town's such a bore
Chorus:
Aw, the train leaves at seven, all go to heaven
Nothin' here to make me stay
'Cause that Las Vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin' the cows every day
Chorus:
Yeah, the train leaves at seven, on up to heaven
Nothin' here to make me stay
'Cause that Las Vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin' the cows every day
And countin' the cows every day
[Jimmy:]
Bella was bored to death at South Beach
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood
Lunchin on beacon vegan food
She was tired of just soakin up rays.
Then she saw him pull up to the stop light
In that ole ragtop that she couldn't name
He said hop in side
I'm heading south, take a ride
I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame
U.S. 1
Heading down U.S. 1
[Clint:]
Lenny said
How 'bout lunch in Key Largo
There's a fish sandwich place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks
But we can be back by six
Never leave our area code.
Well geography wasn't her strong point
She'd never been past the Dade Land mall
So they stopped on the way
Lenny was happy to pay
For a new thong and a purple beach ball.
[Jimmy and Clint:]
They're goin Conky Tonkin
Cruisin' on a weekend buzz
Really Conky Tonkin'
Doing it just because.
[Jimmy:]
Havin' too much fun to turn back
They're explorers in a hotrod Ford
They counted sea birds and cars
Stopped at all the cool bars
[Jimmy and Clint:]
Harmonically they struck a chord
[Jimmy:]
Stop. What was that?
Somewhere in the middle of the seven mile bridge
He said Bella, do you wanna see the rest?
She said I haven't a care, Lenny
Just take me there.
And they drove all the way to Key West
[Clint:]
Well she'd never seen anything like it
In all of her 26 years
Bella was feeling the groove
Lenny was makin' his move
They were quite a pair of pioneers.
[Jimmy and Clint:]
They goin conky tonkin'
Cruisin down U.S. 1
They'll be conky tonkin'
Trying to catch up with the sun.
They're goin conky tonkin'
The engine is about to explode
Going conky tonkin'
Hey, they'll meet you at the end of the road.
End of the road
What do you do then?
Rev it up and jump that bucket to Havana
We're goin' conky tonkin!
Bella was bored to death at South Beach,
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood, lunchin' on vegan food
She was tired of just soakin' up rays
Then she saw him pull up to the stoplight
In an old ragtop that she couldn't name
He said, "Hop inside, I'm headin' south, take a ride,
I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame."
U.S. 1, headin' down U.S. 1
Lenny said, "How 'bout lunch in Key Largo?
There's a fish sandwich place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks, but we can be back by six,
Never leave our area code."
Well, geography wasn't her strongpoint-
She'd never been past the Dadeland mall
So they stopped on the way, Lenny was happy to pay
For her new thong and purple beach ball.
They're goin' conky tonkin', cruisin' on a weekend buzz,
Really conky tonkin', doin' it just because
Havin' too much fun to turn back
They're explorers in a hotrod Ford
They counted seabirds and cars, stopped at all the cool bars
Harmonically they struck a chord
Stop! What was that?
Somewhere in the middle of the Seven Mile Bridge,
He said, "Bella, do you wanna see the rest?"
She said, "I haven't a care, Lenny, just take me there"
And they drove all the way to Key West.
Well, she'd never seen anything like it
In all of her twenty-six years
Bella was feelin' the groove, Lenny was makin' his move-
They were quite a pair of pioneers.
They're goin' conky tonkin', cruisin' down U.S. 1
They'll be conky tonkin', tryin' to catch up with the sun
They're goin' conky tonkin', the engine is about to explode
Goin' conky tonkin', hey, they'll meet you at the end of the road.
End of the road? What do we do then?
Rev it up, and jump that buggy to Havana
We're goin' conky tonkin'.
From the beginning I was wishing that the first impression would last
But then you came to me with something that was nothing, and you kept coming back
Boy you kept coming back
Trying to get next to me, I don't do all the flattery
I'm telling you stay away, boy you're really driving me crazy
You're still the something that you've got inside and you're trying to show me
Everything I've wanted I'm breaking down
I think I'm coming around
Coming around, coming around
Coming around, coming around
Now I find you on my mind more and more as time goes by
All day, every day boy you're really driving me crazy
You're still the something that you've got inside and you're trying to show me
And every time I touch you it reaches out
I think I'm coming around
Coming around, coming around
Coming around, coming around
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
Maybe leaving's better in the afternoon
When the rain don't fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard
Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways that we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again
La La La La La La La La Laaaa
La La La La La La La La Laaaa
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
yeah
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to climb up in the tree
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to see what I can see
You know...
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
Come Monday
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day week-end show
I've got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey I didn't know
That I'd be missin' you so
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Somethin' you tried to explain
And darlin', since I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I can't help it honey
You're that much a part of me now
Remember that night in Montana
When we said there'd be no room for doubt
I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry
I know that it's pretty up there
We can go hikin' on Tuesday
With you I'd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Folks, Gull Reef regrets the water shortage.
Wild night out there!
Water in the sea, water from the sky, no water in the Club,
but while the pump gets repaired, let's live!
If the water can't flow, the wine can!
Champagne party in the lobby!
Champagne si, agua no
Let it rain, let it blow
To hell with the H2O
Champagne si, agua no
The Gull Reef Club's not too ship shape
Time for a party time for a break
Tonight all our troubles will soon disappear
Cause champagne is cheaper than water down here
Champagne si, agua no
Champagne si, agua no
A toast to the French who gave us these bubbles
A toast to your host who stands in this rubble
Running this hotel is no piece of cake
So cut me some slack people give me a break
Champagne si, agua no
Champagne si,agua no
A toast to Columbus, Arawaks and Caribs
To pirates and patriots, rascals and thieves,
the limbo, the cha cha and what we love most
A free champagne party put on by our host
Champagne si, agua no
Champagne si, agua no
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
Gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
Gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
I'm gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
I'm gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Notes: Nothing in my novel suggests this song except the island ambience. Jimmy came up with it only after we had finshed the first draft of the musical, and it is quintessential Buffett, quirky imagery and a lot of truth, in a rousing song of the kitchen help. The hotel Norman Paperman takes over is called the Gull Reef Club and the cook, Sheila, who sings Calaloo, is the true soul of the place, and of the Caribbean.
Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew
>From here in my kitchen
I watch the whole seen
Life on dis island 's
A unique cuisine
It simmers and bubbles
And looks quite routine
Till somebody spill all da beans
Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew
Night after night
On dat terrace out der
Plays a melodrama
Could equal Shakesphere
Dey may tell theirself
Dat somehow dey are not
Best take it from me,
We're all in the same pot
Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew
Bridge:
Hey Hey Sheila, Hey Hey Sheila
Hey Hey Sheila, what's in dat calaloo
Hey Sheila tell us, Hey Sheila tell us
Hey Hey Sheila, What's in that calaloo
We got Crab and pig tell
Squid ink and fish scale
Okra and dasheen leaves
Chitchat and chatter
Fill up the platter
With a garnish of pure make believe
Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious and curious roux
Though some might think somehow they are not
Make no mistake we're all in the same pot
Take it from me this is no Camelot.
Hey where did we go
Days when the rains came
Down in a hollow
Playin' a new game
Laughin' and a runnin'
Skippin' and a jumpin'
In the misty mornin' fog
Ah with our hearts a thumpin'
Was you my brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl
Now what ever happened
Tuesday is oh so slow
Goin' down the old mine with a
Transistor radio
Standin' in a sunlit lane
Hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall
Slippin' and a slidin' yeah
All along the waterfall
It was you my brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
So hard to find my way
Now that I'm on my own
Thought about it just the other day
My, where'd the times all gone
Can't remember back then Lord
Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout
Makin' love in the green grass
Uh behind the stadium
With you my brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Yeah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Oh oh oh oh
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Oh oh oh oh
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Boomerang Love
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by Jimmy Buffett
Hole in the wind behind the island
Big blue hole in the middle of my heart
I can't forget the time we spent together
I can't remember how long
How long we've been apart
Chorus:
Be riding on this 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 love
Now we both know now we're 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
Chorus:
We've been riding on this boomerang love can't let go
Running fast, moving slow
What's the right way, who's to say
Tension and suspension
On a boomerang, boomerrang love
Boomerang, boomerang love
Big blue hole out in the ocean
Where I dive straight down intil I can not see
Feel my way through a bevy of solutions
There I realize the answer lies with me
Gettin' off this boomerang love, comin' up for air
Do what's right, do what's fair
Come what may we'll find a way
No more tension and suspension
Evil, it's been here all along
Good things, they just seem to have come and gone
In my life I have seen so much go wrong
And there's only one way left for us to get along
Chorus:
You got to bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone
Papers, they print it every day
Housewife, wraps the garbage then throws it away
I don't guess she thinks they have that much to say
But when the time is right she'll be the lady with so much to pay
Chorus:
You got to bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone
History, it teaches much too well
Nations, had to rise up before they fell
And my eyes see the story they're tryin' to tell
And tonight I think I heard the final toll of the bell
Chorus:
We better bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You've got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
I've been a fightin' and a fightin'
Got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
It's a long and and dirty battle
It seems I've been fightin' it all along
I've been a tearin' and a pullin'
Got a bend a little no matter which side you're on
Yes I know cause
It seems I've been fightin' it all along
I've been a punchin' and a gougin'
And it seems it don't matter which side you're on
I've been a tearin' and a rippin' and
It seems I've been fightin' it all along
Follow in my wake
You've not that much at stake
For I have plowed the seas
And smoothed the troubled waters
Come along let's have some fun
The hard work has been done
We'll barrel roll into the sun
Just for starters
Just for starters
Barometer's my soup
I'm descended
From a deckhand on a sloop
I travel on the song lines
That only dreamers see
Not known for predictability
Come and follow in our wake
You've not that much at stake
For we have plowed the seas
And smoothed the troubled waters
Come along let's have some fun
Seems our work is done
We'll barrel roll into the sun
Just for starters
Sail the main course
In a simple sturdy craft
Keep her well stocked
With short stories and long laughs
Go fast enough to get there
But slow enough to see
Moderation seems to be the key
Constantly searchin'
Oh, my eyes have seen some horizons
And I've crossed the ocean
For more than just thrills
No, I'm not the first
Won't be the last
You lust for the future
But treasure the past
Follow in my wake
You've not as much at stake
For I have plowed the seas
And smoothed the troubled waters
Come along let's have some fun
The hard work has been done
We'll barrel roll into the sun
Just for starters
We'll barrel roll into the sun
Just for starters
We'll barrel roll into the sun
(feat. Alan Jackson)
Everybody get on your feet
You make me nervous when you in your seat
Take off your shoes and pat your feet
We're doing a dance that can't be beat
We're barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Went to a party the other night
Long Tall Sally was out of sight
She threw her wig, and her high sneakers too
She was doing a dance without any shoes
She was barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Hey little girl with the red dress on
I bet you can barefoot all night long
Take off your shoes and throw them away
Come back and get them another day
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Lil John Henry he said to Sue
If I can barefoot, you can barefoot too
Sue told John, I can get out here and groove
I was barefootin ever since I was two
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Take off your shoes and dance
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
We all fell down from
the Milky Way
Hangin' round here till Judgment Day
Heaven only knows
who's in command
Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to
explain
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always understood by
those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
Show me yours
and I'll show you mine
Take me back to days full of monkeyshines
Bouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun
Keep your raft
from the riverboat
Fiction over fact always has my vote
And wrinkles
only go where the smiles have been
Barefoot children in the rain
no need to explain
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always
understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
Barefoot children in the rain
Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven's
ragtime band
The sky turns blue and the sun appears
But the question's
still what are we doin' here
I don't think the answer's close at hand
Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We'd be
swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the
game
Barefoot children in the rain
In the rain...
In the rain...
Now the day is done
And I sit alone and think of you girl
What would I do without you in my life
Wonderin' if you love me or
just playing a fool of me.
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
And watch the sun go down
Listen to the sea roll in
I'll be thinkin' of you
And how it might've been
Listen to the nightbird cry
Watch the sun set die
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
Threaded in my heart
Tears are falling down
I know down in my soul
I'm really gonna miss you
Caan't end this way
For all the games we've played.
So I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
And watch the sun go down
Listen to the sea roll in
I'll be thinkin' of you
And how it might've been
Listen to the nightbird cry
Watch the sun set die
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
And watch the sun go down
Listen to the sea roll in
I'll be thinkin' of you
And how it might've been
Listen to the nightbird cry
Watch the sun set die
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
(feat. G. Love & Special Sauce)
Swing like a pendulum
Rules you know I'm bending em
All the cool kids on the back of the bus
High like Mt. Everest looking for some leverage
Floating like some vapors coolin like a beverage
I cherish the moment when I get the lucky chance
To sing my song and let the funky people dance
Make it last. Sonic blasts move past fast fly
Outta speaker's sneakers stomp to the rythm that will romp
Let the wild rumpus start cause it
Just can't stop
And all the cool kids in the back of the bus
Cop a feel
Steal a kiss miss
I hope ya won't regret it
And all of the kids in the back I hope you get it
All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba
Whatchu talkin' bout gus breakin the rules
I hope we don't get caught sha la la la la la la la la
All of the kids in the back quit buggin
Get your hands in the vehicle before you lose something
Keep bouncin to the beat of wheels that are bumbin
Get your ass out of bed
Cause you know the bus is coming
If you miss the damn bus then you better start running
Brown bag full of grub
Yo you gotta eat something
Keep rockin to the rhythm of the windshield wipers
Staying up late night all nighters
Keepin busy too much work is making you dizzy
All of the cats in the back are you with me?
All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba whatchu talkin' bout gus
Breakin the rules I hope we don't get caught
Sha la la la la la la la la
Road trip runnin with the music up loud
Take a trip from the north to the dirty south
Wherever it leads ya/ overheated on the side of the road
Sweating that ass 25 cent cologne
Sticking to the seats like a lil piece of gum
And all of the kids in the back want to come
In the back of the bus its a make out session
She's got the salad I've got the dressing
All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba whatchu talkin' bout gus
Breakin the rules I hope we don't get caught
Sha la la la la la la la la
Gotta get home and study for the final
Write my name on the back of the bus seat vinyl
Sitting on the stool of the principles office
Gettin chewed up cut out cut down run down run up
'oh its you again' please don't put me back in summer school man
I'm just a kid
One of many
Trying to have a little fun bendin
A couple of the rules on the back of the bus
Baby's gone shoppin' she's lookin' around
She's checkin' out the boys and the clothes about town
Pick up this drop off that
Stares at her pictures from the Fotomat
Oh she likes what she sees
But she's afraid of what she needs
She should be here with me
She should be here with me
But I don't make it easy, I'm no day at the beach
Just an old road dog gettin' harder to teach
Hang on this planet, hang on each twirl
Scatter my belongings all over this world
I get more wrapped up each day,
she's lookin' further away
She should be here with me
She should be here with me
[Instrumental]
Not much good at conversation
I don't want a proclamation
I just think that we could use
A little face to face communication
Now I've been thinkin' thinkin' this through
Time to stop all this selfishness,
both me and you
I'll stop from here, you stop from thee
We'll meet somewhere in the middle
darlin' I don't care
I don't want no more heartaches,
It's time to slam on the brakes
She should be here with me
Baby's gone shoppin'
No more bar hoppin'
I don't know but I been told
Thay city livin' gets awfully cold
Mes amis nous allons quelque part dont tout
le monde
Se rappelle d'un endroit ou l'herbe etait
toujours verte
Et la fete ne s'arretait jamais
A autour du rocher
This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean.
Well it wasn't really a hotel, it was a patio
bar with funky rooms and an outdoor disco
with bad wiring. Some people said if you looked
between the cracks of the floorboards of our
dance floor you would see Hell. If you ever
went there, you would know what I'm talking
about. If you never had, then we
thought we'd send you a little musical souvenir.
Some say it was a planet
Some say it was a rock
For five wild years in L'Orient
The party never stopped
There were pirates from the Indies
There were models from Paris
There were locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy
By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
From St. Martin and from Mars
Alors, Alors, Alors, Alors alors come on, come on
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du passe
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee
Girl at the pool table
puts on a show for free
They were bivouacked in the bathroom
By the hot tub near the sea
Every night at midnight
Seems the devil took control
And the hill became a parking lot
Fueled by rock 'n' roll
They were talking by the cannon
But I couldn't believe my ears
The Russian had plutonium
The sailor wanted beers
They shook hands in the moonlight
And broke out a big cigar
Just business as usual
Beneath the tropic stars
Alors(come on) alors (let's go) alors
Vien faire in tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du richer
Sur les souvinirs l'herbe a poussee
It was better than a painting
At le Musee de Beaux Arts
And simply what we did for fun
Back in the old St. Barts
Then the glitz and all the glamour
Hit like a hurricane
Or maybe we just all grew up
But it never was the same
The gendarmes finally closed the joint
And the fire it did the rest
But on New Year's Eve of '91
We sang the last request
We were dancing in the ashes
We were dancing in the sea
We were dancing in the ruins
Where we left our memories
Come on let's go alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvinirs l'herbe a poussee
Alors. Alors, Alors, Alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire untour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee
Another saturday night
By: sam cooke
Chorus:
Another saturday night and I ain’t got nobody
I’ve got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
I’m in an awful way
I got in town a month ago
I’ve seen a lot of girls since then
If I could meet ’em I could get ’em
But as yet I haven’t met ’em
That’s why I’m in the shape I’m in
Chorus:
Oh, another saturday night and I ain’t got nobody
I’ve got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
I’m in an awful way
Now another fella told me
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of being my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat name frankenstein
Chorus:
Oh, another saturday night and I ain’t got nobody
I’ve got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had some chick to talk to
I’m in an awful way
Chorus:
Yeah, another saturday night and I ain’t got nobody
I’ve got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
I’m in an awful way
It’s hard on a fella
When he don’t know his way around
If I don’t find me a honey
To help me spend this money
I’m headin’ back to key west town
Chorus:
Oh, another saturday night and I ain’t got nobody
I’ve got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
I’m in an awful way
Chorus:
Just another saturday night and I ain’t got nobody
I’ve got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had some chick to talk to
I’m in an awful way
-- spoken:
"it’s awful. all dressed up and no place to go. no one to help me spend
My flow. another saturday night. get me the pizza man."
Oh no, he's buying an island
Oh no, he's building a boat
Why does he never stop smiling?
Fun surrounds him like a deep moat
Where does he get all those stories?
How can he tell such a lie?
He's bound to see purgatory
His views are in short supply
But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy
Good God, he's talking with parrots
Painting his dreams in the sand
Piling up beaucoup demerits
Doing it just 'cause he can
By Jove he's having a cocoa
Evading those judgmental eyes
Calmly walking his tight rope
High above all the outcries
But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy
The story goes
he stumbled at the alter
Now it seems he just blasphemes
And dwells with dangers daughter
Someone call the talking doctor
Somebody get a SWAT team
There he sits getting away with murder
How dare him live out his dreams
But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy
Oh no, he's sailing today
Oh no, beware Paraguay
Oh no, anchors aweigh
Oh no
The hills are full of secrets
Owls watch by night
Down in town the bars are full
And the drunks are picking fights
These are things I know
But the facts are filtered through
All the ways I want you
2:19 freight train
Moaning somewhere near
I see you in the distance
But I can't get there from here
Hard to believe it's happening
But my whole world's shrunken to
All the ways I want you
Stars look down and laugh at me
I ought to take a bow
Don't have to tell them life's hard sometimes
There's one falling now
Nobody's here beside me
I can talk about it to
All the ways I want you
Iris
A thousand steps
Paperman
Obviously
Iris
The Jewish cemetery
Paperman
It may come in handy
Iris
Let me get him. Your heart
Paperman
Stay here
A thousand steps to nowhere
That is all I see
This night is asking questions
Where and what for me
A thousand miles from Henny
Who warned me from the start
I feel foolhardy, I miss Sardi's
Thought I was so smart
Chorus
Down is up, up is down
That's just life in Kinja town
The natives and the castaways
That's just life for me these days
Henny
I've had it with this weather
My skin is pale as bleach
I'm heading back to Kinja
And stretch out on the beach
My past is in these boxes
All clean and neatly packed
No time for sorrow, I leave tomorrow
There's no turning back
No turning back, I'm island bound
I want to turn from white to brown
Sing and dance to calypso songs
Trade in this mink for a pink sarong
Iris
I really do admire him
And what he's taking on
This island and these crazies
But I fear he'll soon be gone
Can't let myself fall for him
A terrible mistake
He's got Henny, I'm one too many
This time my heart could break
Chorus
A thousand steps to nowhere
That is all I see
Paperman
My heart is pounding madly
Iris
Mine too, won't let me be
A thousand reasons not to
Paperman
Strange but oh so true
I'm behaving
Iris
You're not past saving
A thing we both should do
Henny
Cause he's happy
Duet
Down is up, up is down
Henny
I understand
Duet
That's just life in Kinja town
Henny
Cause he's my man
Duet
The natives and the castaways
That's just life for us these days
Henny
Cause he's happy
Duet
Down is up, up is down
Henny
I understand
Duet
That's just life in Kinja town
Henny
Cause he's my man
Duet
The natives and the castaways
Ensemble
That's just life for us these days
That's just life for us these days
Paperman
Gilbert come and prime the pump
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.
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.
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
Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages
Lookin' at the world through magazine pages
I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range
Made this stop for personal reasons
Didn't know I'd catch the changin' of the seasons
Winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees
Chorus:
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
I've walked this ground from town to town
Just to finally call it mine
Lookin' for the cloud with a styrofoam lining
Hopin' that the sun will keep on shinin'
Leading me to distant peace that waits so patiently
Need a little love to try some givin'
Try a little love and then start livin'
Things I feared so long ago
When everything was wrong
Chorus:
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
I've walked this ground from town to town
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages
Lookin' at the world through magazine pages
I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range
Need a little time to try some livin'
Try a little love and then start givin'
Things I feared so long ago
When everything was wrong
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
Where God and trees create the breeze
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
"Okay"
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
Bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
"Alright let's here it"
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"You're on the record!"
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
"I can't wait for 'em to put that label on my live album. You're sounding absolutely wonderful out there, but we have invited the all girls choir from Lima, Ohio down here and we can't here them too well now. We'd like all of you gentlemen out in the audience to just sorta take a break, sit back and let's let these beautiful women of the Nineties tell us how they feel about it. Ladies are you ready? On the count of four. One, two, three, four."
Chorus:
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"Whoo yeah!"
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up with Elmer's glue."
They say you are a snuff queen
Let's see what all you macho men can do
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"Oh yeah."
Why don't we get drunk and screw
"I think we better work this out amongst ourselves."
Why don't we get drunk and screw, oooh yeah
"okay"
I really do appreciate the fact you’re sittin’ here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don’t look too clear
Bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o’ brew
"alright let’s here it"
Why (don’t we get drunk and screw)
"you’re on the record!"
Chorus:
Why don’t we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it’s filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don’t think that’s true
So, why don’t we get drunk and screw.
"i can’t wait for ’em to put that label on my live album. you’re sounding absolutely wonderful out there, but we have invited the all girls choir from lima, ohio down here and we can’t here
Too well now. we’d like all of you gentlemen out in the audience to just sorta take a break, sit back and let’s let these beautiful women of the nineties tell us how they feel about it. ladies
Ou ready? on the count of four. one, two, three, four."
Chorus:
Why (don’t we get drunk and screw)
"whoo yeah!"
I just bought a waterbed it’s filled up with elmer’s glue."
They say you are a snuff queen
Let’s see what all you macho men can do
Why (don’t we get drunk and screw)
"oh yeah."
Why don’t we get drunk and screw
"i think we better work this out amongst ourselves."
Why don’t we get drunk and screw, oooh yeah
Frenchman for the Night
By: Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth
1994
>From his driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy grammaphone
Cuts to the bone
La Vie en Rose arpeggios
So the dream begins
And the song is amplified
Buy the Beaujolais
On Bastille Day
He dances in the tide
Chorus:
By the light of the moon
He's a frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
Well it takes him back
To the days of love and war
And the girl he knew
With eyes of blue
Waiting on the shore
If he'd only known
How the years would fly on by
Such a simple crime
He's run out of time
So he reaches for the sky
Chorus:
By the light of the moon
He's a frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
Blame it on the Champs Elysees
Blame it on a tune
Blame it on the stroke of Monet
But you can't escape the moon
You can't escape the moon.
He sees the stars above
As the floor to heavens light
While the angels taunt
C'est une nuit blanche
He's a frenchman for the night.
>From a driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
Scratchy grammophone
Cuts to the bone
La vie en rose arpeggios
Chorus:
By the light of the moon
He's a frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
By the light of the moon
He's a frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
Come Monday
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day week-end show
I've got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey I didn't know
That I'd be missin' you so
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Somethin' you tried to explain
And darlin', since I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I can't help it honey
You're that much a part of me now
Remember that night in Montana
When we said there'd be no room for doubt
I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry
I know that it's pretty up there
We can go hikin' on Tuesday
With you I'd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Well I was drivin' down I-95 the other night.
Somebody nearly cut me right off the road.
I decided it wasn't gonna do any good to get mad.
So I wrote a song about him instead.
It goes like this...
Were you born an asshole?
Or did you work at it your whole life?
Either way it worked out fine
'cause you're an asshole tonight.
Yes you're an A S S H O L E...
And don't you try to blame it on me.
You deserve all the credit.
You're an asshole tonight.
You were an asshole yesterday.
You're an asshole tonight.
And I've got a feelin'
you'll be an asshole the rest of your life.
And I was talkin' to your mother
just the other night.
I told her I thought you were an asshole.
She said, "Yes. I think you're right."
And all your friends are assholes
'cause you've known them your whole life.
And somebody told me
you've got an asshole for a wife.
Were you born an asshole?
Or did you work at it your whole life?
Either way it worked out fine
'cause you're an aaaass...hole tonight.
Nothing like this way out in west Texas
Galveston Bay is a whole other world
My wife's in her room getting over her sunburn
How would Louis Lamore get me next to that girl?
She tells me her tan is the same way all over
She asks me to dance and says, "Keep your boots on"
She never met a number one cowboy
We rolled in the sand and drank rum until dawn
Who's the blonde stranger who entered my life
Making me over in the moonlight?
This side of Texas is all new to me
Who's the blonde stranger who lives by the sea?
I stayed up all night and for me that's the first time
Sneak in the room just as cool as I can
Pull back the sheets and the bed is all empty
Except for a note left by some guy named Dan
My head got all light and the room started spinning
I stepped outside just to get some fresh air
Out on a wave was my own darling Lola
And some pretty boy with bleach in his hair
Who's the blonde stranger out there with my wife?
What were they doing in the moonlight?
This side of Texas is all new to me
Who are these strangers who live by the sea?
Back on the ranch and everything's normal
Beach blanket bingo comes on the TV
We talk in our sleep and then the next morning
I ask her who's Dan and she asks who's Marie?
Who's the blonde stranger who entered my life
Making me over in the moonlight?
This side of Texas is all new to me
Who's the blonde stranger who lives by the sea?
Who's the blonde stranger who entered my life
Making me over in the moonlight?
This side of Texas is all new to me
Now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Let me say now, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Ground she's movin' under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulfur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly
Let me hear ya now, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Now my girl quickly say to me
Mon you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot
You better lava me now or lava me not
Let me say now, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
"Mr. Utley"
No time to count what I'm worth
'Cause I just left the planet Earth
Where I go, I hope there's rum
Not to worry, Mon soon come
Now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
One more now, I don't know
(Ah, he don't know)
I don't know
(He don't know, mon)
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
But I don't want to land in New York City
Don't want to land in Mexico
(No no no)
Don't want to land on no Three Mile Island
Don't want to see my skin aglow
(No no no)
Don't want to land in Comanche Sky Park
Or in Nashville, Tennessee
(No no no)
Don't want to land in no San Juan airport
Or the Yukon territory
(No no no)
Don't want to land no San Diego
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay
(No no no)
Don't want to land on no Ayatollah
I got nothing more to say
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Just a one more, I don't know
(He don't know)
I don't know
(I don't know, man)
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
You can feel the horses under the hood
Through thick and thin pull us out of the wood
She's the smoothest ride, yeah, you'll ever feel
She's the Delta slide of automobiles
Double clutchin' on the backseat
I hear you, yeah, with your main squeeze
Playing triple row accordion fills
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Port of Call Opelousas
Port of Call Law tell
Port of Call Frilot Cove
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Mardi Gras run block the road
Park the car and join the show
Get up on the trunk and dance at will
Aboard the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Port of Call Opelousas
Port of Call Law tell
Port of Call Frilot Cove
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Yeah, spirit moves through everyone
We have faith and we have fun
God bless the turning wheel
Of my USS ZydecOldsmobile
Port of Call Opelousas
Port of Call Law tell
Port of Call Frilot Cove
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Come ride with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
Double clutchin' with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
Hip shakin' with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
Ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow
Walks through the street of the city so neat
City that only he knows
And I've seen him in so many places
Saw him the night I was born
In a Bourbon Street Bar, I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn
And the wino and I know the pain of street singin'
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song, that could be a song, right
Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
The donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat 'til I eat way too much
'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be they pastries, lobsters or love, thank you for yours, brother
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin' and shove
That's why, the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song
Sweet senorita, won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea
Back to the only place that I want to be
And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song
Say it's a strange situation, a wild occupation
You messed up you read the paper
You accidentally watched the news
You inadvertently find yourself in the vicinity of the blues
Bust your ass to get a good life
You make a habit out of overtime
When the big report card comes
Your priorities are way out of line
Chorus:
You need to go to summer school
Into the beach or at least in a pool
Time to go to summer school
Remember what is and what is not cool
Time out for bad behavior
Time off you’ve been under the gun
High time somebody told you
It’s time to let those puppies run
What’s up with this recession?
I refuse to participate
The answer to your burning questions
Are dancing on your tailgate
It’s time to go to summer school
Remember what is and is not cool
Oh summer school
There’s a time and a place to act like a fool
At summer school
Get your ass to a beach or at least to a pool
At summer school
Remember what is and what is not cool
Here’s the subjects:
Beer 101.
Sex 102.
Tune it in turn it out
That’s what I’m talking about
It’s time to go to summer school
Yeah the courses are easy and there are no rules
At summer school
Remember what is and what is not cool
You need to stay in summer school
This is the time and the place to act like a fool
Oh summer school
Now I'm not talking 'bout excessive greed
The kind that puzzled the scribes and pharisees
I don't worship it like a golden calf
But change in my pocket is always good for a laugh
I've seen it brighten up the eyes of a child
It even makes the Dalai Lama smile
It's no relation to the meaning of life
It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife
A little spending money, money to burn
Money that you did not necessarily earn
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny
Long as you got a little spending money
I got no financial conscience
Can't worry where it went
A lasting treasure or a moment of pleasure
Worth in every cent
Coin or paper, baby, silver or gold
All denominations nouveau or old
Can't have a turkey without oyster dressing
It's the root of all evil the sum of your blessings
Don't need no armored car or time-locked vault
Don't need no shaker full, just a few grains of salt
You may get by looking good and being funny
But life's a little less restrained
With a little spending money, money to burn
Money that you did not necessarily earn
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny
Long as you got a little spending money
Long as you got a little spending money
Ringling, ringling, slippin' away
Only forty people livin' there today
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
Church windows broken, that place ain't been used in years
Jail don't have a sheriff or a cell
And electric trains, they run by maybe once or twice a month
Easin' it on down to Mussel Shell
Ringling, ringling, slippin' away
Only forty people livin' there today
'Cause the streets are dusty and the bank had been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
And across from the bar there's a pile of beer cans
Been there twenty-seven years
Imagine all the heartaches and tears
In twenty-seven years of beer
So we hopped back in the rental car and we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon the town was out of sight
Tho we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog
Racin' for a ringling Friday night
Ringling, ringling, you're just slippin' away
I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
'Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
What you want, baby, I got it, mmm
What you need, 'cause you know I got it
All I'm asking is for a little respect when you get home
Hey baby, when you get home, a-mister
Ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone
Ain't gonna do you wrong 'cuz I don't wanna
And all I want you do for me is give it to me
When you get home, alright now
When you get home, alright
I'm about to give ya all of my money
And all I'm asking in return, honey
Is to give me my profits when you get home
Alright now, when you get home
Ooh , your kisses sweeter than honey
And guess what, so is my money
And all I want you do for me is give it to me when ya get home
Alright now, when ya get home
A little respect
R E S P E C T
Find out what it means to me
R E S P E C T
Take care TCB
No, a little respect
You're running out of foolin'
And I ain't lying
Well, now I'm in love with a fast movin' angel
Dresses like the city girls do
When we're apart there's no ache in my heart
When we're together we're a hell of a crew
And I got presents to send you
Even got money to lend you
But honey I can never ever pretend
You're not there on my mind
There sits a fifth of Tequila
God I swore I'd never drink it again
But my last little bout I had my hair pulled out
By a man who really wasn't my friend
And I know I'll never see him again
Yeah, but I got presents to send you
I've even got money to lend you
But honey I can never ever pretend
You're not there on my mind
Yeah, I thought I might sail down to Bridgetown
Spend some time in the Barbados sun
But my plans took a skid when I smoked a whole lid
Wound up where I'd begun
Yes, and I got presents to send you
I've even got money to lend you
But honey I can never ever pretend
You're not there on my mind
Yes, and I got presents to send you
I've even got money to lend you
But honey I can never ever pretend
You're not there on my mind
I'm a piece of work, I'm iron and lace
I'm shy, I'm right up in your face
I'm all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass.
I'm a sweetheart, genius, reckless jerk.
Lord, have mercy, I'm a piece of work.
Well the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I'd remeber him or her
In the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death-sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Even better, bad to worse,
Down to the letter, I'm a piece of work.
I'm a piece of work I'm an angels fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I'm zen wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God almighty, What a piece of work.
I'm a dreadful sight, I just don't care
Spent all morning pull out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
I was half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, bloody mary, please
Wipe that smile right off your knees
I'm the CEO of the mailroom clerks
Lord have mercy, I'm a piece of work.
I'm a piece of work, I'm a love sick boy
Cloth cap, caviar, and corduroy
All over the map, justa lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choirboy's face
Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out woman, I'm a get to you
I'm a gladiator with a mind to irk
Now they make new movies in old black and white
With happy endings, where nobody fights
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
Honey, jump right up and show your age
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny
Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast
Drinkin' on a fake I.D
Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge
But all you want to do is learn how to score
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
But I can go to movies and see it all there
Just the way that it used to be
That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could do some cruisin' too
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
Thumbed his nose at gravity and climbed into the heavens
When he returned to earth that night everything had changed
For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged
We're a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beings
It's written on our rocket ships
And in early cave wall scenes
How does it happen?
How do we know?
Who sits and watches?
Who does the show?
Some people love to lead, some refuse to dance
Some play it safely, others take a chance
Still it's all a mystery, this place we call the world
Where most live as oysters while some become pearls
Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi
Who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops and hippies
It's something more than DNA that tells us who we are
It's method and it's magic, we are of the stars
Some never fade away and some crash and burn
Some make the world go round, others watch it turn
Still it's all a mystery, this place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters while some become pearls
Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smoky whiskey
Others figure tea is too strong
I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue North
In a small suburban garden
Not a single neighbor knows our name
I know the woman wishes we could move somewhere
Where the houses aren't all the same
Jimmy, I wish you would take me where the grass is greener
I really couldn't say where it may be
Somewhere high up on a mountain top
Or down by the deep blue sea
And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothin' but a breeze
One day soon I'll be a grandpa
All the pretty girls will call me, "Sir"
Now where they're asking me how things are
Soon they'll ask me how things were
Well, I don't mind bein' an old boring grandpa
If you'll be my awesome grandma
Can I suggest we have little cool corn salad
In the shade of the old mas saw?
And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothin' but a breeze
Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila
Others figure tea is too strong
Now I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue North
Me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie
I’m nobody from nowhere
You have ever heard of anyway
Ain’t no city way down there
You could hear 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
Day’s not too bad
Nothin much to do
But that ain’t a hardship really
We’re just waiting for a car to drive by
Just so we can wave “Hello” “Hello” “Hello” “Hello
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming up somewhere to go
(Spoken..Too many nights ??)
’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 4-way stop
and 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 of some place to go.
’til that day comes
I’ll be here
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere
(musical bridge featuring electric guitar)
Waiting for a car to drive by
Just so you can wave hello… hello… hello… hello.
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming of somewhere to go.
’til that day comes
I’ll be here
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere
Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars
Petticoats rustle, workin' shoes scuffle
Shuffle on down to the bar
Where the jukebox is blastin' and the liquor is flowin'
An occasional bottle of wine
That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
To be livin' and dyin' in three-quarter time
And it's dance with me, dance with me, Nautical Wheelers
Take me to stars that you know
Come on and dance with me, dance with me, Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go
Well, the left foot'll follow, where the right foot has travelled
Down to the sidewalks unglued
Into the streets of my city so neat
Where nobody cares what you do
Sonia's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic
Mason has jumped in the sea
And I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat
All Nautical Wheelers save me
And it's dance with me, dance with me, Nautical Wheelers
Take me to stars that you know
Come on and dance with me, dance with me, Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go
Well, the sunrise'll bring on, sleep that's escaped us
Everyone's off to their bed
There'll be huggin', squeezin', little pleasin' and teasin'
And rubbin' of each other's heads
So won't you dream on compadres, seems nothing affects you
Nothin', no reason, no rhyme
That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
To be livin' and dyin' in three-quarter time
And it's dance with me, dance with me, Nautical Wheelers
Take me to stars that you know
Come on and dance with me, dance with me, Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go
I want so badly to go
Way down here, you need a reason to move
Feel a fool running your stateside games
Lose your load, leave your mind behind
Baby, James
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so simple, I just got to go
The sun's so hot, I forgot to go home
I guess I'll have to go now
Americano's got the sleepy eyes
But his body's still shakin' like a live wire
Senorita with her eyes on fire
Don't you know
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinkin' low
The moon so bright likes to light up the night
Make everything alright
Baby's hungry and the money's all gone
The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone
She gets a long letter and sends back a postcard
Times are hard
Oh, down in Mexico
I've never really been, so I don't really know
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now
Oh, Mexico
I've never really been but I'd sure like to go
Oh Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now
Talkin' 'bout Mexico
Little honkey tonk out in Mexico
South of Margaritaville, I've been told
Andale, Andale, vamonos
Oh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters
On that boat and head south
Oh, yeah we got a wind at our back
Smooth sailin' all the way
We got old Nordstrom, he's our chef
He's down in that galley cookin' up a Barometer Soup for us
We gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits
And make a deposit or a withdrawal
I don't know which one, y'know
We're goin' down to the land of the Mayans
Yeah, they were here long before the cavemen were
Cavemen in blue jeans oh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct
That's cave persons in blue jeans
Skip, Wiley and Skink, we may run into them
Up to no good down there
Watch out for those barefoot children
Stompin' around in those puddles
Oh, yeah, and that remittance man
He's just goin' round and round
He may run into 'ol Frank Bama
Cruisin' around in the Hemisphere Dancer
Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas to you
Take it girls
Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas to you
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas to you
Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas
Merry Merry Christmas
Billboards promise paradise
And tattoos "done while you wait"
Possible futures all laid out
On the sweeping curve of the interstate
Got no city, got no land
Got no lover, got no wife
How many ways to say goodbye
Can one man fit in a nomad life?
Life short-call now
Lone car waxes, then it wanes
Leaves only voices in the hall
And in the room next door to mine
The bed is banging on the wall
You've no idea how I long
For even one loving caress
For you to step into my heart
Without deception or duress
The weather channel girl
With her perfect weather curl
Is talking cold, cold, cold
You can't get out of bed
You can't remember what you said
You're feeling old, old, old
Is it a fever or depression
Anger or agression?
What's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
The answer to your question's
Very plain to see
You need a holiday
Take a holiday
Find a far off wonderland
Where you might begin
Commandin' your life, today
Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up
In some moon lit bay
You're caught up in the internet
You think it's such a great asset
But you're wrong, wrong, wrong
All that fibre optic gear
Still cannot take away the fear
Like an island song
Disregard confession
Stop trying to make impressions
On your corprate climb
It might come as quite a shock
But you can't really own that rock
It's just a waste of time
So take a holiday
You need a holiday
Find a place to bind yourself
Take your life down off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up
In some moon lit bay
Well it's only up to you
No one else can teach you to
Go out and have some fun
Though if you want to stay alive
Evade the big nose dive
Be a comedian
And take a holiday
You need a holiday
Find a far off wonderland
Where you might regain
Command of your life, today
Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up
In some moon lit bay
You need a holiday
Take a holiday
Find a place to bind yourself
Take your life down off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up
Hey, hey, good lookin', whatcha got cookin'
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me
Hey, hey, sweet baby, don't you think maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe
I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill
I know a spot right over the hill
There's soda pop and the dancin's free
An' if you wanna have fun come along with me
Hey, hey, good lookin', whatcha got cookin'
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me
Oh, let's stir it boys
I'm free and I'm ready, maybe we can go steady
How's about savin' all your time for me
I said it no more lookin', I know I've been too keen
How's about keepin' steady company
I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
Find me one for five or ten cents
Keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page
Hey, hey, good lookin', what you've been smokin'
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me
If men came from Venus
And women came from Mars
Then I'd be lunching with my boyfriends
While you girls talked about cigars
But that's not how it happened
Evolution took a different turn
We may be creatures with some unique features
But we've still got a lot to learn
We've made it nearly twenty centuries
A bunch of monkeys with PHD's
Spun a web of communications
But it's all still a tangle to me
I can't tell the spiders
From the dangling flies and moths
I fell like some outsider
Who seems to have his wires all crossed
I can't fax you my love
I can't e-mail you my heart
I can't see your face in cyberspace
I don't know where to start
I'm light years behind
From the age the call stone
I'm a carbon based caveman
Honey, just flesh and bone
I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone
Trying to connect with you
I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone
Tryin' to get the message through
Now we live in the age computers
They run everything in the world
And I'm a little behind on this technical climb
And your are an Internet girl
I've got words but no processor
I've got feelings but I don't know DOS
So I just have to go back to basics
And try to get my point across
Desperate for a glimpse of the future
We use crystals and cards and dice
And that Y2K is coming our way
They're talkin' 'bout some worldly strife
It's time to think of simpler options
It's time to formulate a big plan B
So if your hard drive does crash
I got some Krugerrands stashed
Come on and sail away with me
I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone
Just trying to connect with you
I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone
I was thinkin' last night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinkin' that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
Just a country boy that combed his hair
And he put on a shirt his mama made, and went on the air
And he shook it like a chorus girl
And he shook it like a Harlem queen
He shook it like a midnight rambler
Baby, like you never seen, never seen
I was thinkin' that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
How he took it all out of black and white
Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight
And he shook it like a hurricane
He shook it like to make it break
And he shook it like a holy roller
Baby, with his soul at stake, his soul at stake
Alright, shake it
I was thinkin' that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone in a long decline
Thinkin' how happy John Henry was
That he fell down and died
When he shook it and it rang like silver
He shook it and it shined like gold
He shook it and he beat that steam drill
Baby, well bless my soul, bless my soul
Found myself a matchbook
Beside some hotel bed
Opened it up and looked inside
And this is what it said
Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Bone yard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
(Going back to school, going back, back to school)
Fly down to Miami
Get yourself a boat
Fill it full of suntan oil
And rent yourself a goat
Ain't no registration
Ain't no student loan
May not learn to read or write
But you will surely learn to roll dem bones
Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Bone yard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
(Going back to school, going back, back to school)
They don't rap your knuckles
If you cut the class
They just track you through the jungle boy
And then they kick your ass
It's a different kind of domino theory
They teach you down in Butler town
If you lose you buy the booze
And then the student body all falls down
They can't get back to school
Domino college, back to school
Fountain of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
(Going back, back to school)
Get on back
Make your parents hate you
Be a big disgrace
Act just like a domino
And fall on your face
You can't get back to school
Domino college, back to school
Fountain of knowledge
There ain't no graduation from this kind of education
Back to school
(Going back, back to school)
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
(Going back, back to school)
Be true to your school
(Going back to school)
Oh, Jan
Dean be true to your school
(Going back to school)
Big six, big six, whose got it?
(Going back to school)
(Going back to school)
Goddamn Robert when you gonna play man, hey man, say
(Going back to school)
You know whose turn it is
(Going back, back to school)
Back to school
(Going back to school)
Back to school
(Going back to school)
Back to school
(Going back to school)
Back to school
(Going back, back to school)
Going back to school
Going back to school
I live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well, I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me we're circlin' a star
Well I'll take their word I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so
I'm riding a big round ball
I never do dream, I may fall
And even the high must lay low
(Even the high must lay low)
But when I do fall, I will be glad to go
I'm a cultural infidel, painting in the dark
I'm a cultural infidel, singin' in the park
Socrates, hypotheses, the music of Mozart
I'm a cultural infidel, comin' from the heart
Free thinkin', hood-winkin', unblinkin' mon
Start trouble, burst bubbles, join my caravan
Someone's got to talk about accountability
Someone's got to raise some hell, I guess it could be me
I'm a cultural infidel, tryin' to draw a crowd
I'm a cultural infidel, singin' right out loud
Philosophy is not for me, laughin' is my game
I'm a cultural infidel, slap me with the blame
Loose cannon, Armageddon, preacher's at the door
Spittin' poison at the boys 'n girls on the dance floor
I hear them in the Congress, I see them on TV
I hope the Inquisition remains a memory
Al diablo Picasso, al diablo Manet
Al diablo Fontainebleu, al diablo Hemingway
Au diable Dr. Thompson, au diable San Joan
Au diable Village People, au diable Rolling Stone
Someone's got to talk about accountability
Someone's got to raise some hell, it might as well be me
I'm a cultural infidel, believe in common sense
I'm a cultural infidel, love the present tense
But we have to keep a lookout for those mean old backed up farts
I'm a cultural infidel, comin' from the heart
My heart, my heart, my heart
Mon coeur
Will I see you in heaven? Will I see you in hell?
Will I see you in Rio, only time will
Will I see you in heaven? Will I see you in hell?
Let's get away from sleigh bells
Let's get away from snow
Let's make a break some Christmas, dear
I know the place to go
How'd ya like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?
How'd ya like to spend the holiday away across the sea?
How'd ya like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?
How'd ya like to hang a stocking on a great big coconut tree?
How'd ya like to stay up late, like the islanders do?
Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe
If you ever spend Christmas on Christmas Island
You will never stray for everyday your Christmas dreams come true
How'd ya like to stay up late like the islanders do?
Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe
If you ever spend Christmas on Christmas Island
You will never stray, for everyday your Christmas dreams come true
I'd like to ride the Rodeo
But I've got Brahma fear
So I'll just stick to Aeroplanes
Gently pop my ears
Drank a lot of whiskey
It gives me such a glow
It makes me quite immobile
But it lets my feelin' show
And I'm somewhere below the spotlight
Somewhere below the ground
You dig deep enough you might find me
Find me and you've found my sound
Yes I own a whaler boat
It slides across the sea
And some folks say I'm part of it
And I know, it's part of me
And when I'm feelin' solitaire
It lets me be alone
And when I want to habitat
It carries me back home
And I'm somewhere below the sunlight
Somewhere upon the sea
You dig deep enough you might find me
Find me 'cause that's where I'll be
Yes I drank a lot of whiskey
It gives me such a glow
It makes me quite immobile
But it lets my feelin' show
Yes it makes me quite immobile
But it lets my feelin' show
Yes it makes me quite immobile
It's time for a change
I'm tired of that same old same
The same old words, the same old lines
The same old tricks and the same old rhymes
Days, precious days
Roll in and out like waves
I got boards to bend, I got planks to nail
I got charts to make, I got seas to sail
I'm gonna build me a boat with these two hands
She'll be a fair curve from a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
'Cause I've got boats to build
Sails are just like wings
The wind can make them sing
Songs of life, songs of hope
Songs to keep your dreams afloat
I'm gonna build me a boat with these two hands
She'll be a fair curve from a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
'Cause I've got boats to build
Shores, distant shores
There's where I'm headed for
I got the stars to guide my way
To sail into the light of day
I'm gonna build me a boat with these two hands
She'll be a fair curve from a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
'Cause I'm gonna build me a boat with these two hands
She'll be a fair curve from a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
'Cause I've got boats to build, I've got boats to build
Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are dancing in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
The boy will fill his pale with salty water
And the storms will blow from off towards New Orleans
Sun shines on Biloxi
Air is filled with vapors from the sea
Boy will dig a pool beside the ocean
He sees creatures from his dreams underwater
And the sun was set from off towards New Orleans
Stars can see Biloxi
Stars can find their faces in the sea
We are walking down beside the ocean
We are splashing naked in the water
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans
Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are swimming in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
Boy will fill his pale with salty water
Mayan moon was burnin'
We saw visions of the past returnin'
On the shore the band was playin'
We all heard what the moon was sayin'
The world keeps closin' in
It has before, it will again
A voice beyond the wind
Says we must go beyond the end
So follow beyond the end
A sea of friends are singin'
"Vaya con dios, mis amigos"
We take their hopes and feelin's
To some new world we'll be revealin'
Old worlds keep closin' in
They have before, they will again
Voices call beyond the wind
Say we must go beyond the end
And follow beyond the end
Old worlds keep closin' in
They have before, they will again
Voices call beyond the wind
Say we must go beyond the end
Old worlds
(Old worlds)
Keep closin' in
(Keep closin' in)
They have before
(They have before)
They will again
Voices call
(Voices call)
Beyond the wind
Say we must go
(Say we must go)
Beyond the end
(Beyond the end)
And follow beyond the end
Old worlds
(Old worlds)
Keep closin' in
(Keep closin' in)
They have before
They will again
(Oh, they will again)
Voices call
(Voices call)
Beyond the wind
(Beyond the wind)
Say we must go
(Say)
Beyond the end
Old worlds
(Old worlds)
Keep closin' in
(Keep closin' in)
They have before
They will again
(They will again)
Voices call
(Voices call)
Beyond the wind
(Beyond the wind)
Say we must go
(Say we must go)
Beyond the end
(Beyond the end)
Old worlds keep closin' in
(Keep closin' in)
They have before
(They have before)
They will again
(They will again)
Voices call
(Voices call)
Beyond the wind
(Beyond the wind)
Say we must go
(Say we must go)
The rumors and the stories of my past I can't deny
I'm no Saint Ignatius but again I'm no barfly
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul
Bank of bad habits, the price of vice foretold
One by one they'll do you in, they're bound to take their toll
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul
Last night, I said, goodbye to a dear old friend of mine
Just a throw back shell beach party, nothin' really asinine
Rum and cooked animals and bullshit by the ton
That party lasted way too long and I had too much fun
Bank of bad habits, the price of vice foretold
One by one they'll do you in, they're bound to take their toll
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul
That bank of bad habits is worth its weight in gold
Time for you to spend that dough
You're the only one you owe
So put away those alibis
You can't fool that Banker in the sky
{Now let me tell you about the 7 Deadly Sins
1. Pride, Thou shalt not have pride in thy neighbor
2. Coveting, Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife
3. Lust, Thou shalt not lust after his neighbor's wife
4. Anger, Do not be angry with your neighbor's wife
5. Gluttony, Do not eat thy neighbor's wife's popcorn
6. Envy, Do not envy your neighbor's wife
7. Sloth, Do not be a slob
And the eighth deadly sin is, Pizza}
A picture's worth a thousand words just ask a cameraman
And it's no sin to stop and look, I do it when I can
But you have to purge that urge to merge
You have to keep your head
Or trouble is what you will find inside some stranger's bed
Bank of bad habits, the price of vice foretold
One by one they'll do you in, they're bound to take their toll
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits
It's worth its weight in gold
Yeah, we're talkin' Krugerrands, doubloons
I was wonderin', do you think
They have an ATM machine for bad habits?
The weather channel girl
With her perfect weather curl
Is talking cold cold cold
You can't get out of bed
You can't remember what you said
You're feeling old old old
Is it a fever or depression
Anger or agression
What's the remedy
We're not talking rocket science
The answer to the questions fairly plain to see
You need a holiday
So take a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moon lit bay
You're caught up in the internet
You think it's such a great asset
But you're wrong wrong wrong
All that fibre optic gear still cannot take away the fear
Like an island song
Disregard confession
Stop trying to make impressions
On your corprate climb
It might come as quite a shock
But you can't really own that rock
It's just a waste of time
You need a holiday
So take a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moon lit bay
So it's only up to you
No one else can teach you to
Go out and have some fun
If you want to stay alive
Evade the big nose dive
Be a comedian
You need a holiday
So take a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
The parade of souls
Is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue
As they march by
The All Stars play
'When the Saints Go Marching In'
A second line forms
And they wave white hankies in the wind
Satchmo takes a solo
And he flashes his million dollar smile
Marie Laveau promenades
With Oscar Wilde
Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella
To the beat
As the soul parade winds its way
Down Eternity Street
Souls ain't born
Souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water
Ain't made of sky
So ride the flaming circle
Wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother
In the wheel inside the wheel
Mardi Gras Indians chant
In the streets at sundown
Spy boy meets Spy boy
And Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown
They circle and sway
In their rainbow colored feathers and beads
They prance like peacocks
Children of slavery freed
Souls ain't born
Souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water
Ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle
Wind the golden reel
Roll on, brother
In the wheel inside the wheel
The Krewe of the Crossbones
Parades into the midnight sun
They march through the fire
And come out beating homemade drums
While the French Quarter Queens
In their high-heeled drag disguise
Sing 'Over the Rainbow'
'Til Judy Garland quivers and sighs
Souls ain't born
Souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water
Ain't made of sky
So ride the flaming circle
Wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother
In the wheel inside the wheel
Flam beau dancers
Light the walkway to Jean Pierre's
There's a party there tonight
And all the girls are gonna be there
Sipping wormwood concoctions
Drinking absinthe and talking trash
It's a red carpet, black tie
All night, celestial bash
Souls ain't born
Souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water
Ain't made of sky
So ride the flaming circle
Wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother
In the wheel inside the wheel
I said roll on, brother
In the wheel inside the wheel
Yeah, roll on, brother
Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore
'Cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door
Now think this through with me, let me know your mind
Whoa oh, what I want to know is, are you kind
Now it's a buck dancer's choice, my friends, better take my advice
You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice
Now will you come with me, won't you come with me?
Whoa oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?
Sister, well, I declare, have you seen the like
Their walls are built of cannon balls, their motto is ''Don't tread on me"
Come hear uncle John's band playing to the tide
Come with me or go alone, he's come to take his children home
It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait
Whoa oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?
I live in a silver mine and I call it beggar's tomb
I've got me a violin and I beg you call the tune
Anybody's choice, I can hear your voice
Whoa oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?
Come hear uncle John's band by the riverside
Got some things to talk about here beside the rising tide
Come hear uncle John's band, playing to the tide
Come on, come on or go alone, he's come to take his children home
Whoa oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?
Come hear uncle John's band by the riverside
Got some things to talk about here beside the rising tide
Come hear uncle John's band playing to the tide
Come on along or go alone, he's come to take his children home
Come hear uncle John's band by the riverside
(Brother, ain't no time to hate)
Got some things to talk about here beside the rising tide
(Sister, ain't no time to wait)
Come hear uncle John's band playing to the tide
Come on along or go alone, he's come to take his children home
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Here I'm singin' happy birthday, better think about the 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 spinnin'
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 spinnin'
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
Look over here there's a girl
I've never seen her before
Her eyes are lookin' straight at you
Across the crowded dance floor
Ooh ooh she's smilin'
What a beautiful sight
Oh I got a funny feelin'
She's gonna dance with you tonight
She could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She won't try to lead or follow
Perfect partner by your side
Ooh you got to take a chance
You got to let somebody move you
It can happen at a dance
If there's a rhythm you can groove to
Ooh here she comes ya'll
She's comin' straight to me
She's gonna ask me if I want to dance
I'll just have to wait and see
She could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She won't have to lead or follow
Perfect partner by my side
The worse thing that can happen is
She steps on your toes
But 'til you take that first step with her
How will you know, know, know
That she could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She won't have to lead or follow
Perfect partner by my side
She could be the perfect partner (she could be the perfect partner)
She can take it in her stride (she can take it in her stride)
She won't have to lead or follow (she won't have to lead or follow)
It's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule?
You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool
You complain how you forgets the gospel
You remind them seek and you shall find
Maybe youth will have a time for seeking
After they clean up what you left behind
'Cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool
You were right there when the plate was passed last Sunday
That's the second time you've been to church all year
Could you really call yourself a Christian
If charity cost half as much as beer
You pray a little more as you grow older
You get religion as your hair turns gray
But you don't need to worry about hereafter
Just worry what you're going to do today
'Cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool
Yes, my friend I think you've blown your cool
He's a man on a mission
Wild as a ricochet
Picture if you can when the Everglades ran
From the Gulf Coast to Biscayne Bay
He's gonna give it back to the gators
Lock the tourists up in theme parks and zoos
He says, "Join me for lunch at the reptile's brunch
Where the barometer soup is you"
He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist
You can mess with that mouse in Orlando
Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine
You can shoplift all day at Blockbuster
But you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
That's unthinkable in the state of Florida
What would the Chamber of Commerce say
This man is sick
Yeah
There were crimes of epic proportions
All part of Skip Wiley's crusade
Tourists were cackin' and tourists were packin'
While he and Skink cooled their heels in the shade
Then came the citrus sensation
"Welcome to the revolution", He said
With a pirates persona he snatched the gridiron Madonna
And the day grovers called for his head
He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist
You can mess with that mouse in Orlando
Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine
You can rag on the Miami Dolphins
But you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, no, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
Well, Skip's caper it kinda backfired
Got the orange juice barons rather upset
In the light of bad moves these manhunts ensued
Skip easily slipped through the net
He was last seen atop of a mangrove
Perched like a wounded osprey
He was not meant to last, he belongs to the past
And I hope he gets there one day
He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist
You can mess with that mouse in Orlando
Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine
You can shoplift your days at Blockbuster
But you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
Seen the false horizons fade away like bisons
Headed for the jungle, cowboy can't endure
Never look back, that's what he swore
I'll 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))
Ocean's 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
I fee like Goin’ Surfing in a Hurricane
I feel like makin’ love in the pouring rain
I ain’t afraid of dyin’
I don't need to explain
I feel like goin’ surfing in a hurricane
We left the bar last night about half past eight
Down to the Alabama shore, not the Aloha state
This storm had turned, it was too late
Hey, we ain’t the kind to evacuate
The impact zone is callin’ out my name
Sea monster night pulling nothing but pride and fear
St. Christopher may not get our asses outta here
Flooded roads, trailer parks
Maybe a tornado lurkin' in the dark
The perfect life, riding to eternity
I feel like goin’ surfin’ in a hurricane
I feel like makin’ love in the pouring rain
I ain’t afraid of dyin’
I don't need to explain
I feel like goin’ surfing in a hurricane
The waves were hard, the seas were high
Wicked thunderbolts flashed in my eyes
We swam out to the sandbar in the dark
Howling at the moon, cussin’ at the sharks
I made the first drop and my cojones were in my throat,
Then the second wave lauched me like a rocket
That's all she wrote,
Upside down water on the brain,
(??) on the bottom but feelin' no pain,
Screamin' like a demon,
Paddlin' out again
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pourin' rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
There is no need to explain
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pourin' rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got no fear in my brain
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
Let's paddle out boys
Killer surf and I mean Killer
Let's go
Surfin' in a hurricane
The taxman's taken all my dough
And left me in this stately home
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon
And I can't even sail my yacht
He's taken' everything I've got
All I've got's this sunny afternoon
In the summertime
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I've got a big fat momma tryin' to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly, live this life of luxury
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon, in the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Tellin' tales of parrot heads and parties
And now I'm just sitting here
Sippin' on this ice-cold beer
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reason why I ought to stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly, live this life of luxury
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon, in the summertime
In the summertime, in the summertime
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I've got a big fat momma tryin' to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly, live this life of luxury
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon, in the summertime
In the summertime, in the summertime
Taxman's taken' all my dough
(In the summertime)
Gonna find that passport and outta here I go
(In the summertime)
Catch me a flight to St., somewhere and get out of this cold weather
Go somewhere where no body knows my name
(In the summertime)
Gotta keep my mouth shut, try to go to confession at least once a week
(In the summertime)
Somewhere preferably south of the equator
I believe where it's summertime
Where winter spends the summer, somewhere like that
(In the summertime)
Half fast and seldom seen
He don't blip the radar screen
On the deck below the dune
Under the commander's moon
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low, not like all the rest
God only knows where the strange bird goes when he's flyin'
Everybody's trying to find him
But they don't know where to start
The ornithologist lady says that he has wings on his heart
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low, not like all the rest
If you can't catch him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him, you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird
His only home is in the skies
Slicing through the cloudy pie
Above the whole Caribbean
Moves the swift amphibian
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low, not like all the rest
If you can't catch him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him, you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird
Watch out girl, he's a strange bird
But he's in love with the lady of the waters
And she lives somewhere up around Cheauxvan
He's gonna circle high above her runway of love
Until she gives him her permission to land
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low, not like all the rest
If you can't catch him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him, you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
If you can't see him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him, you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird
Strange bird flying low
'Cross the Gulf of Mexico
Strange bird, not like all the rest
Watch out girl, he's a strange bird
Shoot you down, he's a strange bird
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles
Chorus:
Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greats you at the border
And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus
Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
As I was walkin' round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew without askin' she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls
In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before
Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
Well, there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
Wind in the willow's playin', "Tea for Two"
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand
Oh, I took a wrong turn but it was the right turn
My turn to have me a ball
All the boys in the shop told me just where to stop
If I wanted to play for it all
But I never thought I'd find her on daytime TV
And my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
I plan my apparel, I wore a big barrel
And they rolled me to the very first row
And I held up a sign and it says, "Kiss me, I'm a beggar
And Monty I sure need the dough"
And then I grabbed him by the throat until he called on me
'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Now I don't want what Jay's got on the table
Or the box Carol Merrill points to on the floor
I'll hold out as long as I am able
And someday I'll go unlock that lucky door
She's no big deal to most folks but she's everything to me
And my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
And ain't it hard to realize, he's not selling' any alibis
When he stares into the vacuum of your eyes
And he says, "Do you wanna make it even"
They found us in the lost and found, love is blind but now I see
That my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Well, I'm the same old guy that I used to be
I haven't changed at all
I've got the same old walk, the same old talk
That could drive you up the wall
I've got the same old face, the same old smile
And them save old baby blues
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I'm still the man for you
(Chorus):
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I can't seem to quit
If my mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me
Well, there's lots of guys in this crowd tonight
With a lot of slicker steps than me
The do the fins to the left, fins to the right
Everyone can see
Well my steps might be old fashioned
But that's alright with me
'Cause I've got a couple of rhumba steps
That you might like to see
(Chorus):
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I can't seem to quit
If my mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me
Now, I don't lie, I'm the same old guy
I haven't changed at all
I've got the same old promenade, the same old talk
That could run you up the wall
I've got the same old face, I've got the same old smile
I've got the same old baby blues
Hey, I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I'm still the man for you
(Chorus)(x2):
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I can't seem to quit
If my mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
(x4)
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
Legal problems gettin' thick and hazy
Look at the people gettin' rich and crazy
Locked up in mansions on the top of the hill
Someone needs to tell them 'bout overkill
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in the old bone yard
Ahh uhh
Ahh uhh
Ahh uhh
Ahh uhh
I went to find the truth in the Himalayas
Bundled up half-frozen munchin' Milky Ways
Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot
When I asked if he was cold he said, "I just think hot"
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in some old bone yard
Ahh uhh
Ahh uhh
Out in Hollywood the paper money rolls
They feed their egos instead of their souls
A million here, a million there, a mindless corporate dance
Gettin' paid for fuckin' off in the south of France
They don't do the shows, but they act like the stars
They fly around in G-4's and suck on big cigars
It ain't about the talent, it ain't about the skill
It's all about the silly stupid horse shit deal
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in the old bone yard
I got no corporate gig, I got no guru
I don't own ocean front in Honolulu
You write the big checks, but I pay your bills
Now someone's got to tell you 'bout overkill
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in some old bone yard
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
Scales and clocks just can't be trusted
Keys and locks are destined to be busted
Metaphors were never made for keeping score
And I'm feeling for the sound of time
Is it the answer or just a suggestion
Is love what we truly want or merely a protection
Is this music made to last or crumble like a shell
Is there Heaven here on Earth or is this really Hell
Only time will tell, if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell, is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense, will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
Are we destined to be ruled by a bunch of old white men
Who compare the world to football and are programmed to defend
I'd like to try a princess or a non-terrestrial
Who is neither boast nor bashful is there really such a girl
Only time will tell, if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell, is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense, will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
I woke up this morning feeling absolutely grand
For nearly half a century I've been singing in a band
I'd like to think I'll make it to two thousand and one
Will the party be at my house God I wonder who will come
Only time will tell, if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell, is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense, will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell, if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell, is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense, on this crazy carousel
Only time will tell
Ia Ora Te Natura
E Mea Arofa Teie Ao Nei
Ia Ora Te Natura
E Mea Arofa Teie Ao Nei
(Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
Ia Ora Te Natura
E Mea Arofa Teie Ao Nei
Ia Ora Te Natura
E Mea Arofa Teie Ao Nei
Lakes below the mountains
Fow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
and theres that one particular harbor
so far but yet so near
i can see the day when my hairs old an grey
an i finale dissapear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
Ia Ora Te Natura
E Mea Arofa Teie Ao Nei
Ia Ora Te Natura
Whoa, lookin' back at my background
Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much too clear
I'm just livin' in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker and Willis
Sing me their Texas rhymes
Most of the people who retire in Florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them all
The way up to fantasy land
Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here
They looked a lot better as beer cans
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine
If I hadn't learned how to sing
And on top of all that I got married too early
'Cost me much more than a ring
But now those crazy days are over
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
Figured out it's time to have a little fun
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
Well, now if I ever live to be an old man
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
And an African parakeet
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Yeah, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
I'd like to be a jelly fish
'Cause jelly fish don't pay rent
They don't walk, they don't talk
With some Euro-trash accents
They're just simple protoplasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without a brain
In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little
Mental floss
It's the small, small problems
That keep me so upset
And send me seeking shelter
Beneath my mosquito net
I stay there for hours
Protected from the nights
All those insects and vipers
And other things that bite
In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little
Mental floss
I'd like to be a jelly fish
Because jelly fish don't pay rent
They don't walk, they don't talk
With some Euro-trash accent
There just simple protoplasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without a brain
It's in one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little
Mental floss
It's in one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little
Mental floss
Yeah, don't forget to floss every day
Up on the East side of Manhattan,
They’re still dancing with the stars.
While over in sub prime city,
It’s getting angry in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me the blues
There’s too much going wrong.
It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
and write a high speed drinking song.
Millionaires losing everything.
Hey, welcome to the other side of life!
There goes the yacht, there goes the Rolls,
But, you get to keep your wife!
And don’t forget the automakers
swimming up stream like a trout.
They let the shi* hit the fan
and then they made a plan
We’ve got a lot to drink about.
It’s the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Where’s your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We’ve got a lot to drink about.
Now, Madoff made off with all the money.
Now his clients are down to skunk weed.
Repeat after me, it’s so easy to see
We’re only talking simple greed.
And those Somalian pirates are counting all the gold.
While Bush and Cheney ain’t around
and all the good lookers seem to be Czech hookers
from Key West to London town.
It’s the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Where’s your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We’ve got a lot to drink about.
So pour me some Tennessee whiskey,
pour me a fine Jamaican rum.
That loud mouth soup
gets me kind of looped
Tequila, of course I’ll have some!
Now the family devalues
and little children count their net worth
and the truth wherever it’s hiding,
can be found on Google Earth.
Citibank’s buying jets with our money.
I wanna flog ‘em with a buggy whip.
I hope Obama and Joe won’t let the volcano blow
and patch the hole in our sinking ship.
It’s the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We’ve got a lot to drink about.
Recession, Depression, the question good God
CNN keeps bumming me out.
I can’t take another doomsday moment.
We got a lot to drink, a lot to think,
I went down to Captain Tony's
To get out of the heat
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 changed like the weather
But a legend never dies
Chorus:
He said I ate the last mango in Paris
I 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
I woke up dry beneath the African sky
Just me and my Swiss Army knife
Chorus
We shot the breeze for hours
As the sun fell from the sky
And like the sun he disappeared
Before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty
As I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy walls
The words the old man said:
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop
Now, I'm sad to say, I'm on my way
I won't be back for many a day
My heart is down my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls sway to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Though I have been from Maine to Mexico
Still, I'm sad to say, I'm on my way
I won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Down at the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
Ackev rice, salt fish are nice
Oh, the rum is fine anytime of year
Now, I'm sad to say, I'm on my way
I won't be back for many a day
My heart is down my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop
I took a trip on the sailing ship
But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop
Now, I'm sad to say, I'm on my way
I won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
The sun is hot and that ol' clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime but it's July
Gettin' paid by the hour, older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin' but think I'll just call it a day
And pour me somethin' tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care
It's 5 O'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon and half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay, hey, but that's all right
I ain't had a day off now in over a year
My Jamaican vacation is gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell 'em I've just sailed away
And pour me somethin' tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past 12, but I don't care
It's 5 O'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab
Pour myself in a cab and be back to work before 2
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do?
I say, pour me somethin' tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care
Pour me somethin' tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care
He went to Paris, looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving world on his own
But the warm summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
The summers and winters, scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away
He went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named Jim
All of the answers and all of the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away
Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry
While the tears were a falling, he was recalling
Answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings
And drinks his Green Label each day
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way"
And he went to Paris looking for answers
In days of old, when knights were bold and journeyed from their castles
Trusty men were left behind, knights needed not the hassles
They helped themselves to pig and peach
And drank from King's own chalice
Oh, it was a stirring sight, these gypsies in the palace
And as I told my friend Zachary Richard, when you leave home
Some things never change, hit it
So, long boss, knock 'em dead, don't you worry 'bout a thing
I wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone
Me and Snake will watch your place, treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor, look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste, we're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we'll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights, will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress up there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos, bring 'em over here
We'll show them his gold records, play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does, we'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and a' goin' wild tonight
He's the greatest guy to work for, man he's really cool
Hey Snake this party's gettin' dull, throw someone in the pool
Let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raisin' hell tonight
Hi there boss, what's goin' on? You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake out to pick you up tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody outta here, this joint is closin' down
We gotta find someone to clean this up, he's comin' back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you were gone
Man, it sure is peaceful here, you've really got it all
And if we ever hit the road again, give me and Snake a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights, will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello? Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn, Glenn, how ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road
Do you know anyone who could house sit for me?
Apple fall out of the tree and hit the ground
Pretty soon we realize we're Earthly bound
Babies fall and babies cry in early years
Mamas dust them off and wipe away their tears
Oh, watch out for that gravity storm
It don't give no warnin' signs
Oh, watch out for that gravity storm
Oh, oh
All your life you have to deal with ups and downs
So listen to your heartstrings as they make the sounds
Don't forget to listen to that steady beat
Don't forget to balance on your ready feet
Oh, watch out for that gravity storm
It don't give no warnin' signs
Oh, watch out for that gravity storm
Oh, oh
I will keep you warm
Shelter in the storm all your life
I will keep you warm
Shelter from the storm all your life
Apple fall out of the tree and hit the ground
Pretty soon we realize we're Earthly bound
Babies fall and babies cry in early years
Mamas dust them off and wipe away their tears
Oh, watch out for that gravity storm
It don't give no warnin' signs
Oh, watch out for that gravity storm
Oh, oh
Oh, watch out for that gravity storm
It don't give no warnin' signs
Oh, watch out for that gravity storm
Oh, oh
I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed
And in the personals columns, there was this letter I read
"If you like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape
I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape"
I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean
But me and my old lady had fallen into the same old dull routine
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad
And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half-bad
Yes, I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Malley's where we'll plan our escape
So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face
It was my own lovely lady and she said, "Oh, it's you"
And we laughed for a moment and I said, "I never knew
That you liked Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean and the taste of champagne
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape
You're the lady I've looked for, come with me and escape"
If you like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise
Should I take this last step
Or turn myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico [I want to dance in Mexico]
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos [...with our friends]
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Pretty girls they beckon
>From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love
Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
I hear the people singing that same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
-- Spoken:
"Tss, tss tss"
"Hey, psst amigo!"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies, a crew full of rookies
It's gonna be a hell of a blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
And I've got to go
A woman on a mission, quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in the kitchen but her soul is in the stars
Crystal clear on logic but short on expertise
This is a very ancient puzzle, she feels herself a piece
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies, a crew full of rookies
It's gonna be a hell of a blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Guess, I've got to go
She was down in Puerto Rico, doin' a scientist
True, he was no geek though, she was taken with his kiss
It was under a giant telescope, where she heard the calling voice
It came screaming through the light years, she never had a choice
Pleiads callin' her home
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Pleiads callin' me home
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sisters
Pleiads callin' her home
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Pleiads callin' me home
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sisters
A woman on a mission, quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in the kitchen but her soul is in the stars
Her engines fuel with logic and navigation expertise
It's very distant puzzle, she's gonna get her piece
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies, a crew full of rookies
It's gonna be a hell of a blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
I've just got to go
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sisters
Pleiads callin' her home
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Pleiads callin' me home
Seven sisters, she hears her Seven sisters
Pleiads callin' her home
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Pleiads callin' me home
Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
Ladies would pay and pay, one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
Nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds
'Cause he met up with Meritta
A dancer in from the coast
Half woman, half child, she's drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
One night he did find her
In the arms of Shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
And then he turned his own cold hand
It's just a Cuban crime of passion, messy and old fashioned
Yeah that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion, anjejo and knives a slashin'
Yeah but that's what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in America
Well now they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on Pauper's Hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high in the tropics they come and they go
It's just a Cuban crime of passion, messy and old fashioned
Yeah that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion, anjejo and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day week-end show
I've got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey I didn't know
That I'd be missin' you so
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Somethin' you tried to explain
And darlin', it's I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I can't help it honey
You're that much a part of me now
Remember that night in Montana
When we said there'd be no room for doubt
I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry
I know that it's pretty up there
We can go hikin' on Tuesday
With you I'd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again
Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
Little roadside restaurant
We artfully complain
Groovy tells the waitress
That his chicken died in vain
Most every day goes by
According to design
I live this dream but still it seems
I have you on my mind
From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
We can decorate or climb
Or find some way to get around
'Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart
I can't see the future
But I know it's coming fast
It's not that hard to wind up
Knee deep in the past
There's come a lot of Mondays
Since that phone booth that first night
Years and miles and tears and smiles
I wanna get it right
From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
We can decorate or climb
Or find some way to get around
'Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart
These days, I'm up
About the time I used to go to bed
Living large was once the deal
Now I watch the stars instead
They're timeless and predictable
Unlike most things that I do
But I tell the wind and my old friend
I'm headed home to you
From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
Here, we can decorate or climb
Or find some way to get around
'Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart
It's Christmas in the Caribbean
Snowbirds fill the air
It's Christmas in the Caribbean
Lots of presents everywhere
We don't live in a hurry
Send away for mistletoe
It's Christmas in the Caribbean
Got everything but snow
Lights are blowing in the palm trees
Stockings hanging from the mast
Santa riding on a dolphin
Don't you want to make it, don't you want to make it last?
It's Christmas in the Caribbean
Snowbirds fill the air
It's Christmas in the Caribbean
Lots of presents everywhere
We don't live in a hurry
Send away for mistletoe
It's Christmas in the Caribbean
Got everything but snow
Snow?
Suntanned children sleeping
Hoping Santa will come true
Christmas morning Marlin leaping
Oh it's papa's birthday, mister Buffet's birthday too
It's Christmas in the Caribbean
Snowbirds fill the air
It's Christmas in the Caribbean
Good feelings everywhere
We don't live in a hurry
Send away for mistletoe
It's Christmas in the Caribbean
Got everything but snow
Christmas in the Caribbean
Got everything but snow
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
But at night I'd had these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zuchinni, fettucini or bulghar wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too precise (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
Times have changed for sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice (paradise)
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise)
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Coda:
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places
Wonderin' where they all disappeared
I didn't ponder the question too long
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
And we wound up drinkin all night
Chorus:
It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again
If it suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to the fall
Good times and riches and son of a bitches
I've seen more than I can recall
Chorus:
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine
I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the ocean
God I wish I was sailin' again
Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder
So I can't look back for too long
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me
And I know that I just can't go wrong
Chorus:
With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of my running and all of my cunning
If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane
If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane
Bring Back the Magic
--------------------
by Jimmy Buffett and Will Jennings
Chorus:
Nothing can tear you apart
When you keep living straight from the heart
Though you know that you're going to hurt some
The magic still comes
When you keep living straight from the heart
You will know when to stop and to start
When you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Beach combers ride
Oh children lost in the tide
Waves melt all castles of sand
Melt all castles of sand
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Red sky at night
Such a sailor's delight
Red sky at dawn
Gypsy song coming on
Song coming on
Chorus:
Nothing can tear you apart
When you keep living straight from the heart
Though you know that you're going to hurt some
The magic still comes
When you keep living straight from the heart
You will know when to stop and to start
When you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Well he outgrew his sequined suit
Sold his Trailways bus
Let his hair get a little too long
His duck tails bit the dust
His custom made, pearl-inlaid
Guitar slipped from his hand
And in its place a new electrical one
He had flown in from Japan
'Cause he's a cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin'
Brand new country star
He rides around in a Lincoln Continental
No steer horns on his car
Oh the record men say, he's the livin' end
They're gonna spin him right to the top
Yeah he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle
He can either go Country or Pop
He's got a good ol' friend named 'Texas Ben'
Tells him all the spots to play
And a sweet little lady, he calls her 'Sexy Sadie'
She's a' with the boy night and day
They're gonna open up a chain of fancy bowlin' lanes
The first one in his old home town
And on ribbon cuttin' day they'll come from miles away
The folks'll all gather 'round
And sing, he's a cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin'
Brand new country star
Yeah he rides around in his Lincoln Continental
No steer horns on his car
Oh the record men say, he's the livin' end
They're gonna spin him right to the top
Yeah he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle
Boat drinks
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere
I'm close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on
Nobody cares they are way too far gone
Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm
This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott?
Any ol' place here on Earth or in space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
Oh I know, (I know)
I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but can't rhyme it
I gotta go where it's warm
Boat drinks
Waitress I need two more boat drinks
Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's WARM!
I gotta go where there ain't any snow
Where there ain't any blow
'Cause my fin sinks so low
Blue light guitars and a tropical breeze
Hummin' birds mime the words as they dance in the trees
It's a flashback kind of crowd, it's a cabaret sound
There's still some magic left in this tourist town
Those crazy days and crazy ways
We never want to undo
We'll be together, now and forever
At the Blue Heaven rendezvous
We're weird roman candles burnin' bright at both ends
At the end of the road's where this story beings
Where the green of the gulf meets the blue of the sea
What makes it all happens still a mystery to me
But those crazy days and those crazy ways
We never want to undo
We'll be together, now and forever
At the Blue Heaven rendezvous
If these walls could talk, I don't know what they'd say
They've seen some accidental masquerades
But it's no surprise, dances 'til dawn
Heroes long gone, let that guitar play
We'll be together now and forever
At the blue heaven rendezvous
We'll be together, now and forever
Once I knew a man
Showed me the slight of hand
Blink of an eye, he danced across the strings
Played a song I'd never heard
Poignant and absurd
To this day, it leaves me wondering
Don't let tomorrow find you wishin'
Boy you've got a mission
Shake it, rattle and roll
Now, just use your intuition
You'll get less competition
From the clock up on the wall
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your blue guitar for me
Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your blue guitar for me
Yeah
'Cause we'll all make believe
Someone to deceive
Time is just a folly we can't see
If you only know one song
Play it right or wrong
The truth is always somewhere in between
You and I, we can't change the weather
We're all in this together
So let the strong winds blow
Now things will be much better
Don't become a prisoner
The reason you should know
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your blue guitar for me
Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your blue guitar for me
Don't let tomorrow find you wishin'
Boy you've got a mission
Shake it, rattle and roll
Ah, now, just use you intuition
You'll get less competition
From the clock up on the wall
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your blue guitar for me
Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your blue guitar for me
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your blue guitar for me
Play me a serenade
Red wine or lemonade
Play on your blue guitar for me
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your blue guitar for me
Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your blue guitar for me
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
The sun is hot and that ole clock is moving slow and so am i
The work day passes like molassas in wintertime, but it's July
I'm getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him something, I think I'll just call it a day
CHORUS
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon and half the night
Tomorrow morning I know they'll be hell to pay, hey but that's all right
I haven't had a day off now in over a year
My Jamacian vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me, you can tell them I just selled away
CHORUS
I could pay off my tab
Pour myself in a cab and be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder...
What would Jimmy Buffett do?
Jimmy: Funny you should ask, Alan.
I'd say...
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care
(twice)
Alan: He don't care
I don't care
Together: It's five o'clock somewhere
Jimmy: What time zone am I on?
What country am I in?
Alan: It doesn't matter.
It's five o'clock somewhere
Jimmy: It's always on five in Margaritaville, come to think of it
Alan: I heard that
Jimmy: You've been there haven't you?
Alan: Yes, Sir
Jimmy: I've seen your boat there
Alan: I've been to Margaritaville a few times
Jimmy: All right.
That's good
Alan: Stumbled my way back
Jimmy: OK Just want to make sure you can keep it between the
navigational beacons
Alan: Between the bouys.
I got it
Jimmy: All right.
It's five o'clock.
Let's go somewhere
Alan: I'm ready.
Crank it up
Jimmy: Let's get out of hear
Alan: I'm gone
The Jimmy Buffer Song
David Allen Coe
Prelude:
This song is for all the people that's been reviewing our records and say we sound a lot like Jimmy Buffet because we live in Key West and use Congo drums in our songs. For all those people that live in Key West and are under the misconception that Mr. Buffet live in Key West and we'd like to say there's a lot of things in Key West, as a matter of fact, there's
Chorus:
There's sailboats and conk shells and palm trees galore,
But Jimmy Buffet doesn't live in Key West anymore
Sister spare change has a bumper sticker on the door
Says Jimmy Buffet doesn't live here any more
Verse 1:
Hey smugglers need those Buffet songs, snitching on the sly
Bringing heat where it's already to damn hot to die
Son of a son of bitch, what's all that bullshit for
Jimmy Buffet doesn't' live in Key West anymore
Verse 2
Sailing to the Caribbean Jimmy might well be
Pictures up in Rollin' Stone for all the world to see
The rich keep getting richer, the poor they just stay poor
Jimmy buffet doesn't' live in Key West anymore
Verse 3
Now Jimmy's moved to Malibu with all those other stars
He's not down at in Duval Street hangin' out in bars
All them God damned tourist, got to be a bore.
Jimmy Buffet doesn't live here any more
Verse 4
So don't tell me I sound like Jimmy Buffet
Just because I got that island beat
Jimmy might have grown up on the ocean
Me, I kinda grown up on the street
Music's just a way of life, me I'm liv'in free
Don't lay all that Key West Jimmy Buffet shit on me
Verse 5
Now Divers Do It Deeper must have really made them mad
Some of them reviewers said it really sounded bad
Well they liked Margaritaville, me I liked it too
Someday Jimmy, why don't we just both get drunk and screw
Oh those creepy Mother Fuckers that think music is a whore
Tell that you just don't live in Key West anymore
Chorus:
There's sailboats and conk shells and palm trees galore,
But Jimmy buffet doesn't live in Key West anymore
Sister spare change has a bumper sticker on the door
The Jimmy Buffer Song
David Allen Coe
Prelude:
This song is for all the people that’s been reviewing our records and say we sound a lot like Jimmy Buffet because we live in Key West and use Congo drums in our songs. For all those people that live in Key West and are under the misconception that Mr. Buffet live in Key West and we’d like to say there’s a lot of things in Key West, as a matter of fact, there’s
Chorus:
There’s sailboats and conk shells and palm trees galore,
But Jimmy Buffet doesn’t live in Key West anymore
Sister spare change has a bumper sticker on the door
Says Jimmy Buffet doesn’t live here any more
Verse 1:
Hey smugglers need those Buffet songs, snitching on the sly
Bringing heat where it’s already to damn hot to die
Son of a son of bitch, what’s all that bullshit for
Jimmy Buffet doesn’t’ live in Key West anymore
Verse 2
Sailing to the Caribbean Jimmy might well be
Pictures up in Rollin’ Stone for all the world to see
The rich keep getting richer, the poor they just stay poor
Jimmy buffet doesn’t’ live in Key West anymore
Verse 3
Now Jimmy’s moved to Malibu with all those other stars
He’s not down at in Duval Street hangin’ out in bars
All them God damned tourist, got to be a bore.
Jimmy Buffet doesn’t live here any more
Verse 4
So don’t tell me I sound like Jimmy Buffet
Just because I got that island beat
Jimmy might have grown up on the ocean
Me, I kinda grown up on the street
Music’s just a way of life, me I’m liv’in free
Don’t lay all that Key West Jimmy Buffet shit on me
Verse 5
Now Divers Do It Deeper must have really made them mad
Some of them reviewers said it really sounded bad
Well they liked Margaritaville, me I liked it too
Someday Jimmy, why don’t we just both get drunk and screw
Oh those creepy Mother Fuckers that think music is a whore
Tell that you just don’t live in Key West anymore
Chorus:
There’s sailboats and conk shells and palm trees galore,
But Jimmy buffet doesn’t live in Key West anymore
Sister spare change has a bumper sticker on the door
Says Jimmy Buffet doesn’t live here any more
Famous quotes by Jimmy Buffett:
"Indecision may or may not be my problem."
"Older and wiser voices can help you find the right path, if you are only willing to listen."
"Searching is half the fun: life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party."
"I just want to live happily ever after, every now and then."
"Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been."
"Is it ignorance or apathy? Hey, I don't know and I don't care."
"If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane, If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane, If we weren't all crazy we would go insane"
"Let me remind you: We are party people, and things will get better."
"If life gives you limes, make margaritas."
"If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain."
RELEASE
ALBUMS
- Viva Las Vegas
- Brown Eyed Girl
- License to Chill
- Pencil Thin Mustache
- Off to See the Lizard
- Life Is Just a Tire Swing
- Bama Breeze
- Gypsies in the Palace
- It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet
- Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
- School Boy Heart
- Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
- One Particular Harbour
- Fins
- Come Monday
- Tin Cup Chalice
- Growing Older but Not Up
- Coast of Carolina
- Paradise
- Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans
- Nautical Wheelers
- Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season
- Banana Republics
- He Went to Paris
- Last Mango in Paris
- Nobody From Nowhere
- Wings
- Big Top
- Beautiful Swimmers
- Turn Up the Heat and Chill the Rosé
- Summerzcool
- Rhumba Man
- We Learned to Be Cool From You
- Surfing in a Hurricane
- Life Short Call Now
- Buffet Hotel
- A Lot to Drink About
- Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
- Domino College
- Waiting in Vain
- When Salome Plays the Drum
- Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
- Come Monday
- They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
- It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- King of Somewhere Hot
- Treat Her Like a Lady
- Still in Paradise (feat. Bankie Banx)
- Weather With You
- One Particular Harbour
- Bama Breeze
- Party at the End of the World
- Weather With You
- Everybody's on the Phone
- Whoop De Doo
- Nothin' but a Breeze
- Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
- Reggabilly Hill
- Elvis Presley Blues
- Hula Girl at Heart
- Wheel Inside the Wheel
- Silver Wings
- Breathe in, Breathe Out, Move On
- Duke's on Sunday
- Christian
- Ellis Dee
- Richard Frost
- Missionary
- Mile High in Denver
- Captain and the Kid
- Captain America
- Ain't He a Genius
- Turnabout
- There's Nothing Soft About Hard Times
- I Can't Be Your Hero Today
- Truckstop Salvation
- Changes in Lattitudes
- Great Filling Station Holdup
- Pencil Thin Moustache
- Fruitcakes
- License to Chill
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Boat Drinks
- Brown Eyed Girl
- Volcano
- Why Don't We Get Drunk / Sweet Caroline
- Hey Good Lookin'
- Pascagoula Run
- One Particular Harbor
- Great Heart (introduction by Don Ho)
- Coconut Telegraph
- Gypsies in the Palace
- In the Shelter
- Burn That Bridge
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Come Monday
- Natives Are Restless Tonight
- Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
- It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
- One Particular Harbour
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
- Quiet Village (feat. Martin Denny)
- Rancho Deluxe (Main Title)
- Ridin' in Style
- Left Me With a Nail to Drive
- Cattle Truckin'
- Countin' the Cows Ev'ry Day
- The Wrangler
- Rancho Deluxe (End Title)
- Livingston Saturday Night
- Some Gothic Ranch Action
- Wonder Why You Ever Go Home
- Fifteen Gears
- Can't Remember When I Slept Last
- Rancho Deluxe
- Great Filling Station Holdup
- Railraod Lady
- He Went to Paris
- Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
- Cuban Crime of Passion
- Why Don't We Get Drunk
- Peanut Butter Conspiracy
- They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
- I Have Found Me a Home
- My Lovely Lady
- Death of an Unpopular Poet
- Ringling Ringling
- Brand New Country Star
- God's Own Drunk
- Great Heart
- Gypsies in the Palace
- Saxophones
- In the Shelter
- Honey Do
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Knees of My Heart
- Burn That Bridge
- Natives Are Restless
- Come Monday
- It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
- One Particular Harbour
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- Great Heart
- Gravity Storm
- Gypsies in the Palace
- In the Shelter
- Honey-Do
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Knees of My Heart
- Coconut Telegraph
- Natives Are Restless
- Come Monday
- 5 O'Clock Somewhere
- One Particular Harbour
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- Hey Good Lookin' (feat. Clint Black, Kenny Chesney, Alan Jackson, Toby Keith & George Strait)
- Boats to Build (feat. Alan Jackson)
- License to Chill (feat. Kenny Chesney)
- Coast of Carolina
- Piece of Work (feat. Toby Keith)
- Anything Anytime Anywhere
- Trip Around the Sun (feat. Martina Mcbride)
- Simply Complicated
- Coastal Confessions
- Sea of Heartbreak (feat. George Strait)
- Conky Tonkin' (feat. Clint Black)
- Playin' the Loser Again (feat. Bill Withers)
- Window on the World
- Someone I Used to Love (feat. Nanci Griffith)
- Scarlet Begonias
- Back to the Island
- Great Heart
- It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet
- Gypsies in the Palace
- In the Shelter
- Jolly Mon Sing
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Come Monday
- Gravity Storm
- Pencil Thin Moustache
- Natives Are Restless
- It's Five O'clock Somewhere
- One Particular Harbour
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- Great Heart
- Saxophones
- Gypsies in the Palace
- In the Shelter
- Grapefruit/Juicy Fruit
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Knees of My Heart
- Burn That Bridge
- Come Monday
- Natives Are Restless
- It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
- One Particular Harbour
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- School Boy Heart
- Everybody's Talkin'
- Volcano
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Take Another Road
- Knees of My Heart
- In the Shelter
- Havana Daydreamin'
- Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana) [Live]
- Barefoot Children
- Saxophones
- Cowboy in the Jungle
- He Went to Paris
- Creola
- Bob Robert's Society Band
- A Pirate Looks at Forty [Live]
- Sail on Sailor
- The Captain and the Kid
- Ace
- Bend a Little
- The Christian
- High Cumberland Dilemma
- Death Valley Lives
- Ellis Dee
- The Hangout Gang
- In the Shelter
- The Missionary
- Richard Frost
- Turnabout
- There's Nothing Soft About Hard Times
- Traveling Clean
- Livingston's Gone to Texas
- I Can't Be Your Hero Today
- God Don't Own a Car
- The Captain and the Kid
- A Mile High in Denver
- Ain't He a Genius
- Captain America
- High Cumberland Jubilee / Coming Down Slow
- Rockefeller Square
- Truckstop Salvation
- The Missionary
- Truckstop Salvation
- Ace
- Rockefeller Square
- Bend a Little
- In the Shelter
- Death Valley Lives
- High Cumberland Dilemma
- The Hangout Gang
- High Cumberland Jubilee
- There's Nothing Soft About Hard Times
- Fruitcakes
- Southern Cross
- Pencil Thin Mustache
- Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season
- Coconut Telegraph
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- Come Monday
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Volcano
- Brown Eyed Girl
- Tin Cup Chalice
- Fins
- One Particular Harbour
- Margaritaville (lost verse included)
- Love And Luck
- The Christian
- Ellis Dee
- Richard Frost
- A Mile High in Denver
- The Captain and the Kid
- Captain America
- Ain't He a Genius
- Turnabout
- I Can't Be Your Hero Today
- Livingston's Gone to Texas
- Traveling Clean
- God Don't Own a Car
- Ace
- Rockefeller Square
- Bend a Little
- In the Shelter
- Death Valley Lives
- High Cumberland Dilemma
- Livingston's Gone to Texas
- England
- Travelin' Clean
- The Hang-Out Gang
- God Don't Own a Car
- High Cumberland Jubilee / Comin' Down Slow
- Rancho Deluxe - Main Title
- X-mas Bonus
- Ridin' in Style
- Left Me With a Nail to Drive
- Rustler's That's Us
- Cattle Truckin'
- Countin' the Cows Ev'ry Day
- The Wrangler
- Rancho Deluxe - End Title
- Livingston Saturday Night
- Dork
- Some Gothic Ranch Action
- Wonder Why You Ever Go Home
- Hood Ornament
- Fifteen Gears
- Can't Remember When I Slept Last
- Rancho Deluxe
- The Christian?
- Ellis Dee
- Richard Frost
- The Misionary
- A Mile High in Denver
- The Captain and the Kid
- Captain America
- Ain't He a Genius
- Turnaboout
- There's Nothin' Soft About Hard Times
- I Can't Be Your Hero Today
- Truckstop Salvation
- Intro-The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja
- Public Relations
- Calaloo
- Island Fever
- Sheila Says
- Just an Old Truth Teller
- Henny's Song: The Key to My Man
- Kinja Rules
- A Thousand Steps to Nowhere
- It's All About the Water
- Champagne Si, Agua No
- Public Relations (reprise)
- The Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
- Hippolyte's Habitat (Qui Moun' Qui)
- Who Are We Trying to Fool?
- Fat Person Man
- Up on the Hill
- Domicile
- Funeral Dance
- Time to Go Home
- Margaritaville
- Fins
- Come Monday
- Volcano
- Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Stars Fell on Alabama
- Miss You So Badly
- Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw
- A Pirate Looks at Forty
- He Went to Paris
- Grapefruit - Juicy Fruit
- Pencil-Thin Mustache
- Boat Drinks
- Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
- Banana Republics
- Last Mango in Paris
- Ellis Dee
- The Missionary
- A Mile High in Denver
- The Captin and the Kid
- Captin America
- Turnabout
- There's Nothing Soft About Hard Times
- I Can't Be Your Hero Today
- Truckstop Salvation
- Ace
- Rockefeller Square
- Bend a Little
- In the Shelter
- Death Valley Lives
- Livingston's Gone to Texas
- England
- Travelin' Clean
- The Hang-Out Gang
- God Don't Own a Car
- High Cumberland Jubilee / Comin' Down Slow
- Cumberland High Dilemma
- Pencil Thin Mustache
- Come Monday
- Ringling, Ringling
- Brahma Fear
- Brand New Country Star
- Livingston's Gone to Texas
- The Wino and I Know
- West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown
- Saxophones
- Ballad of Spider John
- God's Own Drunk
- Carnival World
- Take Another Road
- That's My Story and I'm Sticking to It
- Why the Things We Do
- Gravity Storm
- Off to See the Lizard
- Boomerang Love
- Strange Bird
- I Wish Lunch Could Last Forever
- The Pascagoula Run
- Mermaid in the Night
- Changing Channels
- Homemade Music
- Baby's Gone Shopping
- Bring Back the Magic
- My Barracuda
- L'Air de la Louisiane
- Prince of Tides
- Pre-You
- King of Somewhere Hot
- Great Heart
- Smart Woman (In a Real short Skirt)
- That's What Living Is to Me
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Fool Button
- The Last Line
- Livingston Saturday Night
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- Coast of Marseilles
- Cowboy in the Jungle
- Mañana
- African Friend
- Coconut Telegraph
- Incommunicado
- It's My Job
- Growing Old But Not Up
- The Good Fight
- The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
- Stars Fell on Alabama
- Island
- Little Miss Magic
- I Love the Now
- Creola
- First Look
- Meet Me in Memphis
- Nobody Speaks to the Captain No More
- Floridays
- If It All Falls Down
- No Plane on Sunday
- When the Coast Is Clear
- You'll Never Work In Dis Bidness Again
- Introduction
- Door Number Three
- Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
- We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
- Stars on the Water
- Coconut Telegraph
- Come Monday
- Ragtop Day
- Who's the Blonde Stranger
- Volcano
- Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
- Intermission With Interview
- One Particular Harbour
- If the Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me
- Why Don't We Get Drunk
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- Fins
- Last Mango in Paris
- A Pirate Looks at Forty
- Margaritaville
- Exit With Interview
- Everybody's on the Run
- Frank and Lola
- The Perfect Partner
- Please Bypass This Heart
- Gypsies in the Palace
- Desperation Samba
- If the Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me
- Last Mango in Paris
- Jolly Mon Sing
- Beyond the End
- Who's the Blonde Stranger?
- When the Wild Life Betrays Me
- Ragtop Day
- She's Going Out of My Mind
- Bigger Than the Both of Us
- Knees of My Heart
- Come to the Moon
- Love in Decline
- Burn That Bridge
- La Vie Dansante
- Stars on the Water
- I Used To Have Money One Time
- Livin' It Up
- California Promises
- One Particular Harbour
- Why You Wanna Hurt My Heart
- Honey Do
- We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
- Twelve Volt Man
- Brown Eyed Girl
- Distantly In Love
- Makin' Music for Money
- Door Number Three
- Dallas
- Presents to Send You
- Stories We Could Tell
- Life Is Just a Tire Swing
- A Pirate Looks at Forty
- Migration
- Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season
- Nautical Wheelers
- Tin Cup Chalice
- Fins
- Volcano
- Treat Her Like a Lady
- Stranded on a Sandbar
- Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
- Survive
- Lady I Can't Explain
- Boat Drinks
- Dreamsicle
- Sending the Old Man Home
- Where's the Party
- It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet
- I Heard I Was in Town
- Somewhere Over China
- When Salome Plays the Drum
- Lip Service
- If I Could Just Get It Down on Paper
- Steamer
- On a Slow Boat to China
- Fins
- Volcano
- Treat Her Like A Lady
- Stranded On A Sandbar
- Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
- Survive
- Lady I Can't Explain
- Boat Drinks
- Dreamsicle
- Sending The Old Man Home
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Pencil Thin Mustache
- Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
- Landfall
- Miss You So Badly
- Havana Daydreamin'
- Margaritaville
- Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
- Come Monday
- Perrier Blues
- Woman Goin' Crazy on Caroline Street
- My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus
- The Captain and the Kid
- Big Rig
- Defying Gravity
- Havana Daydreamin'
- Cliches
- Something So Feminine About a Mandolin
- Kick It in Second Wind
- This Hotel Room
- [radio announcer introduction]
- Fins
- Cuban Crime of Passion
- Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season
- Growing Older but Not Up
- Volcano
- Come Monday
- Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
- Margaritaville
- Dreamsicle
- God's Own Drunk
- Makin Music for Money
- West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown
- Ringling, Ringling
- The Ballad of Spider John
- The Great Filling Station Holdup
- Railroad Lady
- Pencil Thin Moustache
- Nautical Wheelers
- Livingston's Gone to Texas
- Saxophones
- Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
- Death of an Unpopular Poet
- Migration
- Stories We Could Tell
- Intro (Theme From "Jaws")
- Fins
- Cuban Crime of Passion
- Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season
- Growing Older but Not Up
- Volcano
- Come Monday
- Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
- Margaritaville
- Dreamsicle
- God's Own Drunk
- Pencil Thin Mustache
- Chanson pour les petits enfants
- The Wino and I Know
- The Great Filling Station Holdup
- Dallas
- Drunken 15 Year Old Girlfriend
- Life Is Just a Tire Swing
- Tryin' to Reason With Hurricane Season
- Grapefruit Juicyfruit
- Pencil Thin Mustache
- Saxaphones
- Havana Daydreamin'
- Door #3
- Big Rig
- A Pirate Looks at Forty
- They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
- Kick It in Second Wind
- [radio station ID] / [encore introduction]
- He Went to Paris
- Honk If You Honky Tonk
- Murder on Music Row
- Milk Cow Blues
- Cowboys Like Us
- All My Ex's Live in Texas
- Hey Good Lookin'
- Sea of Heartbreak
- Northeast Texas Women
- Boats to Build
- Margaritaville
- It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
- Designated Drinker
- Texas Women
- Seven Bridges Road
- Where I Come From
- Sit Down
- The Wino and I know
- I Will Play for Gumbo
- Frank and Lola
- Grapefruit-Juicyfruit
- Tin Cup Chalice
- Little Miss Magic
- Pascagoula Run
- What Living is to Me
- When The Coast is Clear
- Dreamsicle
- Smile on the Crocadile
- Life is Just a Tire Swing
- Lucy makes an Anouncement
- Fruitcakes
- Stars on the Water
- Coconut Telegraph
- Volcano
- Pencil Thin Mustache
- School Boy Heart
- Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Atitudes
- Son of a Son of a Sailor
- Come Monday
- I Will Play for Gumbo
- The Wino and I Know
- Pencil Thin Moustache
- They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
- Trying to Reason With the Hurricane Season
- Saxophones
- Door # 3
- Livingston's Gone to Texas
- Railroad Lady
- Dallas
- Pirate Looks at Forty
- Jimmy Buffett Doesn't Live in Key West Anymore
- Lawyer and the Asshole
- Please Take Your Drunken 15 Year Old Girl Friend Home
- Train to Dixieland
- Mr Spaceman
- Come Monday
- Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
- Cheeseburger in Paradise
- One Particular Harbour
- Bank of Bad Habits
- Fruitcakes
- Brown Eyed Girl
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MargaritaVille
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:37
- Updated: 10 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett Margaritaville
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Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett - It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:50
- Updated: 10 Feb 2013
Music video by Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett performing It's Five O' Clock Somewhere. (C) 2003 BMG Music
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Music video by Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett performing It's Five O' Clock Somewhere. (C) 2003 BMG Music
- published: 03 Oct 2009
- views: 6602724
- author: alanjacksonVEVO
Come Monday ~ Jimmy Buffett
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:45
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
From "Tales From MargaritaVision"
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Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 83:39
- Updated: 08 Feb 2013
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_Live_in_Anguilla
A Pirate Looks At 40
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:06
- Updated: 07 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
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Jimmy Buffett - Cheeseburger In Paradise
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:50
- Updated: 08 Feb 2013
Music video by Jimmy Buffett performing Cheeseburger In Paradise. (C) 1978 Geffen Records
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Music video by Jimmy Buffett performing Cheeseburger In Paradise. (C) 1978 Geffen Records
- published: 16 Jun 2009
- views: 1121245
- author: JimmyBuffettVEVO
World Premiere Video: "Knee Deep" Feat. Jimmy Buffett
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- Duration: 3:38
- Updated: 10 Feb 2013
It's trouble in tropical paradise for Flody Boatwood and his siblings Brody and Jody as they maneuver the perils of Careyes, Mexico. Funny... some of these villains look kind of familiar...
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It's trouble in tropical paradise for Flody Boatwood and his siblings Brody and Jody as they maneuver the perils of Careyes, Mexico. Funny... some of these villains look kind of familiar...
- published: 29 Jun 2011
- views: 3424617
- author: zacbrownband
The Asshole Song By Jimmy Buffett
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- Duration: 3:15
- Updated: 10 Feb 2013
This is a comic song called 'The Asshole Song' by Jimmy Buffett. 'Its really good if you have been cut up on the road'. Enjoy!!! Lyrics and added to the video by Michael Bucknole.
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This is a comic song called 'The Asshole Song' by Jimmy Buffett. 'Its really good if you have been cut up on the road'. Enjoy!!! Lyrics and added to the video by Michael Bucknole.
- published: 01 Nov 2006
- views: 1894166
- author: bucknolem
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville (with lyrics)
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- Duration: 4:09
- Updated: 10 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" from 1977 (recorded in 1976) with lyrics. Enjoy andplease leave your comments! ____________________________________________________ Disclaimer: Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT in this video. This was uploaded for entertainment purposes ONLY. Property of ABC Records/Universal Music Group.
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Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" from 1977 (recorded in 1976) with lyrics. Enjoy andplease leave your comments! ____________________________________________________ Disclaimer: Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT in this video. This was uploaded for entertainment purposes ONLY. Property of ABC Records/Universal Music Group.
- published: 21 Apr 2010
- views: 605920
- author: clj29360
Jimmy Buffett - Brown Eyed Girl [HD]
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- Duration: 5:10
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett - Brown Eyed Girl
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Jimmy Buffett "Come Monday/Changes In Latitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
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- Duration: 10:31
- Updated: 07 Feb 2013
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
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From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
- published: 10 May 2011
- views: 81291
- author: LiveVideoAZ
Jimmy Buffett - Southern Cross
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:31
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
Concert Footage
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Jimmy Buffett - Son of a Sailor - San Diego 2004
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:09
- Updated: 08 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett concert San Diego October 21, 2004 with video footage on USS Ronald Reagan. This is the jumbotron feed. This video shows at Margaritaville cafes on "Margaritavision".
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Jimmy Buffett concert San Diego October 21, 2004 with video footage on USS Ronald Reagan. This is the jumbotron feed. This video shows at Margaritaville cafes on "Margaritavision".
- published: 02 Mar 2007
- views: 502777
- author: CoronadoNavy
Jimmy Buffett "Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:05
- Updated: 07 Feb 2013
Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy...
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Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy...
- published: 20 Aug 2011
- views: 18446
- author: AZLiveVideo
Jimmy Buffett - Bama Breeze
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:28
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
This is JB's official video for the song "Bama Breeze" off of his new album. This video put a tear in my eye...and only those of us who understand know why.
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This is JB's official video for the song "Bama Breeze" off of his new album. This video put a tear in my eye...and only those of us who understand know why.
- published: 22 Jun 2007
- views: 1573765
- author: myperfectapathy
Jimmy Buffett - Fruitcakes
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:31
- Updated: 10 Feb 2013
Music video by Jimmy Buffett performing Fruitcakes. (C) 1994 Universal Records, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc.
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Music video by Jimmy Buffett performing Fruitcakes. (C) 1994 Universal Records, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc.
- published: 16 Jun 2009
- views: 335532
- author: JimmyBuffettVEVO
Jimmy Buffett ft Zac Brown - Where The Boat Leaves From
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:53
- Updated: 06 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett and Zac Brown perform Where The Boat Leaves From at Lakewood in Atlanta - Apr 27, 2010
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Jimmy Buffett and Zac Brown perform Where The Boat Leaves From at Lakewood in Atlanta - Apr 27, 2010
- published: 28 Apr 2010
- views: 361213
- author: dcuebas
A Pirate Looks at 40 Jimmy Buffett 8/3/2006
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:46
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett and the Coral Reefer Band play A Pirate Looks at 40 encore at Nissan Pavilion, Bristow, VA on 8/3/2006
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Jimmy Buffett and the Coral Reefer Band play A Pirate Looks at 40 encore at Nissan Pavilion, Bristow, VA on 8/3/2006
- published: 04 Apr 2007
- views: 738879
- author: Parrotisla
Jimmy Buffett "Volcano" Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:00
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
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From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
- published: 10 May 2011
- views: 35552
- author: LiveVideoAZ
Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes - Jimmy Buffett
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- Duration: 3:28
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
and the Coral Reefers performed live on Saturday April 26, 2008 north of Dallas, Texas (Tx) at Pizza Hut Park during The Year of Still Here concert. --Share it with a friend-- Click on "HQ" for improved video...Enjoy.... Contains synchronized, simulcast CD quality audio recorded live on radio margaritaville, sirius channel 31. www.radiomargaritaville.com There you can hear both recorded past concerts and even the rest of his tour this year live. (and yes I do have the entire concert recorded on CD to enjoy this summer at the beach, the lake and around the pool) High quality DVD of this and all my videos are available....just contact me here.
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and the Coral Reefers performed live on Saturday April 26, 2008 north of Dallas, Texas (Tx) at Pizza Hut Park during The Year of Still Here concert. --Share it with a friend-- Click on "HQ" for improved video...Enjoy.... Contains synchronized, simulcast CD quality audio recorded live on radio margaritaville, sirius channel 31. www.radiomargaritaville.com There you can hear both recorded past concerts and even the rest of his tour this year live. (and yes I do have the entire concert recorded on CD to enjoy this summer at the beach, the lake and around the pool) High quality DVD of this and all my videos are available....just contact me here.
- published: 06 May 2008
- views: 351636
- author: MargaritavilleTx
Jimmy Buffett - God's Own Drunk - Charlotte NC 2008
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- Duration: 8:11
- Updated: 01 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett plays God's Own Drunk in Charlotte NC on 4/29/2008
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Jimmy Buffett plays God's Own Drunk in Charlotte NC on 4/29/2008
- published: 12 May 2009
- views: 90481
- author: obxncpirate
Jimmy Buffett - "One Particular Harbour"
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:10
- Updated: 08 Feb 2013
From the "Live In Anguilla" CD/DVD to be released November 6, 2007
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From the "Live In Anguilla" CD/DVD to be released November 6, 2007
- published: 24 Oct 2007
- views: 49308
- author: mailboat
Here We Are - Jimmy Buffett
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:59
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
Here is Jimmy's "Here We Are" video that was played during the "Party at the End of the World" 2006 tour and featured on the new "Take The Weather with You" CD. ENJOY!!!
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Here is Jimmy's "Here We Are" video that was played during the "Party at the End of the World" 2006 tour and featured on the new "Take The Weather with You" CD. ENJOY!!!
- published: 10 Oct 2006
- views: 348600
- author: miketheparrothead
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Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 83:39
- Updated: 26 Feb 2013
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Jimmy Buffett- It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere Live in Sunrise Florida 2/2/13
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:15
- Updated: 24 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett- 5 O'Clock Somewhere Live in Sunrise Florida 2/2/13
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Jimmy Buffett- 5 O'Clock Somewhere Live in Sunrise Florida 2/2/13
- published: 24 Feb 2013
- views: 7
- author: rdrydzynski1
Jimmy Buffett "Come Monday/Changes In Latitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 10:31
- Updated: 26 Feb 2013
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
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From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
- published: 10 May 2011
- views: 85843
- author: LiveVideoAZ
Jimmy Buffett Live By the Bay (PART1)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 11:39
- Updated: 25 Feb 2013
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Jimmy Buffett live 2010 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes.avi
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- Duration: 3:28
- Updated: 27 Feb 2013
From Jimmy Buffett's concert in Gulf Shores, Alabama on July 11, 2010. The concert was in response to the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.
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From Jimmy Buffett's concert in Gulf Shores, Alabama on July 11, 2010. The concert was in response to the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.
- published: 18 Oct 2010
- views: 77812
- author: apocalypso47201
Changes In Latitudes Changes in Attitudes - Jimmy Buffett Live @ Jiffy Lube Live 9/1/12
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:53
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
My buddy Daaaave & his crew can be seen @2:45
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My buddy Daaaave & his crew can be seen @2:45
- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 237
- author: FunkHouse9Videos
Banana Republics - Jimmy Buffett @ Jiffy Lube Live 9/1/12
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:40
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
http://wn.com/Banana_Republics_Jimmy_Buffett_@_Jiffy_Lube_Live_9_1_12
Jimmy Buffett "Cheeseburger In Paradise/He Went To Paris/Fins" Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 14:57
- Updated: 27 Feb 2013
Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy... More sharks on land!
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Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy... More sharks on land!
- published: 20 Aug 2011
- views: 30568
- author: AZLiveVideo
Jimmy Buffett A Pirate Looks At 40 (Live Version)
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- Duration: 4:33
- Updated: 06 Jan 2013
Excellent Live Version of Jimmy Buffett's A Pirate Looks At 40. Very high quality sound, and one of the best versions I have found. Enjoy, from the box set, Meet In Margaritaville
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Excellent Live Version of Jimmy Buffett's A Pirate Looks At 40. Very high quality sound, and one of the best versions I have found. Enjoy, from the box set, Meet In Margaritaville
- published: 15 Aug 2012
- views: 821
- author: meachamrob
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville Atlantic City 2012 - Live in Atlantic City, NJ 8/4/2012
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- Duration: 6:57
- Updated: 07 Dec 2012
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville Atlantic City 2012 - Live in Atlantic City, NJ 8/4/2012 - The Footage of the Helicopter landing is actually Buffett Landing at the Steel Pier on that day.
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Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville Atlantic City 2012 - Live in Atlantic City, NJ 8/4/2012 - The Footage of the Helicopter landing is actually Buffett Landing at the Steel Pier on that day.
- published: 05 Aug 2012
- views: 2599
- author: Nostalgicflashback
Zac Brown Band & Jimmy Buffett Chicken Fried Live CMT Crossroads
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:03
- Updated: 25 Feb 2013
Video is not quite in sync at the end!!!
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Video is not quite in sync at the end!!!
- published: 25 Jul 2012
- views: 19045
- author: monica martinsen
Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett @ Jiffy Lube Live 9/1/12
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- Duration: 4:53
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
http://wn.com/Margaritaville_Jimmy_Buffett_@_Jiffy_Lube_Live_9_1_12
Jimmy Buffett - The Weather Is Here Wish You Were Beautiful (Live)
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- Duration: 5:01
- Updated: 03 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful Live Tiki Time Tour Camden, NJ 7/1/2003
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Jimmy Buffett The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful Live Tiki Time Tour Camden, NJ 7/1/2003
- published: 14 Jul 2012
- views: 7202
- author: AprilComeSheWill001
Jimmy Buffett - Southern Cross
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:31
- Updated: 27 Feb 2013
Concert Footage
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It's Five O'Clock Somewhere (live) - New York Rockin Revue
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:35
- Updated: 27 Sep 2012
The Alan Jackson/Jimmy Buffett hit live from The Rochester "Light The Night" Walk from September 21st, 2012.
http://wn.com/It's_Five_O'Clock_Somewhere_live_New_York_Rockin_Revue
The Alan Jackson/Jimmy Buffett hit live from The Rochester "Light The Night" Walk from September 21st, 2012.
- published: 26 Sep 2012
- views: 69
- author: NYRRB1
Jimmy Buffett - All Night Long (Live)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:35
- Updated: 24 Oct 2012
Jimmy Buffett - All Night Long - Mansfield, MA 6/23/2012
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Jimmy Buffett - All Night Long - Mansfield, MA 6/23/2012
- published: 25 Jun 2012
- views: 2362
- author: shawnmov
Jimmy Buffett, Live on Maui - Swingin Hula Girl
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:02
- Updated: 16 Sep 2012
Kahului, Maui on March 16th 2012.
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett,_Live_on_Maui_Swingin_Hula_Girl
Jimmy Buffett Piece of Work Bristow, Virginia September 1, 2012
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:17
- Updated: 04 Sep 2012
Jimmy Buffett starts his acoustic sit down tribute to Andy Griffith with "Piece of Work" during the Bristow, Virginia concert on September 1, 2012. Video recorded handheld from 8th row with ios camera app on iphone 4s with 8x fixed zoom lens.
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Jimmy Buffett starts his acoustic sit down tribute to Andy Griffith with "Piece of Work" during the Bristow, Virginia concert on September 1, 2012. Video recorded handheld from 8th row with ios camera app on iphone 4s with 8x fixed zoom lens.
- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 556
- author: Kenton Russell
Jimmy Buffett live! The Wino & I Know (ACL 1978)
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- Duration: 2:47
- Updated: 26 Feb 2013
Very rare video of Jimmy Buffett live. Preforming his popular song "The Wino & I Know". From an Austin City Limits performance he did. Back in 1978.
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_live!_The_Wino_I_Know_ACL_1978
Very rare video of Jimmy Buffett live. Preforming his popular song "The Wino & I Know". From an Austin City Limits performance he did. Back in 1978.
- published: 25 Dec 2011
- views: 13597
- author: donald w
Banana Republics
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:12
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
JImmy Buffett Banana Republics Live
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How to play One Particular Harbor by Jimmy Buffett on guitar - Jen Trani
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:45
- Updated: 31 Jan 2013
For Scott Live Version: www.youtube.com Facebook: Facebook.comJen-Trani Twitter twitter.com YouTube: youtube.com Website: SilverPickMusic.com Photography jentrani.deviantart.com Instagram jentrani
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For Scott Live Version: www.youtube.com Facebook: Facebook.comJen-Trani Twitter twitter.com YouTube: youtube.com Website: SilverPickMusic.com Photography jentrani.deviantart.com Instagram jentrani
- published: 18 Dec 2012
- views: 626
- author: jen trani
Jimmy Buffett & Matt Hoggatt (Live From Margaritaville)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 9:15
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett makes a surprise appearance at the New Orleans Margaritaville during a Matt Hoggatt show.
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Jimmy Buffett makes a surprise appearance at the New Orleans Margaritaville during a Matt Hoggatt show.
- published: 05 May 2012
- views: 3046
- author: Matt Hoggatt
Jimmy Buffett "A Pirate Looks At Forty"&"Margaritaville" Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 9:36
- Updated: 27 Feb 2013
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_A_Pirate_Looks_At_Forty&Margaritaville;_Live
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
- published: 10 May 2011
- views: 36014
- author: LiveVideoAZ
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Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 83:39
- Updated: 26 Feb 2013
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_Live_in_Anguilla
Jimmy Buffett Tailgating - Cincinnati, Ohio - 08.02.12
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 34:40
- Updated: 24 Dec 2012
Tailgating at a Jimmy Buffett concert at the Riverbend Music Center in Cincinnati, Ohio on 08.02.12. This is what it's all about!
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Tailgating at a Jimmy Buffett concert at the Riverbend Music Center in Cincinnati, Ohio on 08.02.12. This is what it's all about!
- published: 16 Dec 2012
- views: 259
- author: HeinitzProductions
Peter Novelli at Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville New Orleans,,Mardi Gras / Superbowl weekend
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 35:48
- Updated: 05 Feb 2013
with Ted Graham's New Orleans Allstars More Mardi Gras Superbowl Mayhem at Margaritaville
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with Ted Graham's New Orleans Allstars More Mardi Gras Superbowl Mayhem at Margaritaville
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 36
- author: Peter Novelli
Jimmy Buffett
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 30:19
- Updated: 28 Nov 2012
Taken with my phone camera, Jimmy Buffett rocks Las Vegas.
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Taken with my phone camera, Jimmy Buffett rocks Las Vegas.
- published: 28 Nov 2012
- views: 21
- author: NLM1000
Jimmy Buffett MOTM 2011 concert.mp4
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 65:19
- Updated: 01 Dec 2012
This video was recorded by me in Key West, Florida during my first ever first MOTM (meeting of the minds) November 2011.
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This video was recorded by me in Key West, Florida during my first ever first MOTM (meeting of the minds) November 2011.
- published: 31 Jul 2012
- views: 1076
- author: Richard Miller
In The Car With "Uncle" Jim Mayer - Musician
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 28:01
- Updated: 26 Feb 2013
Andy Bumatai interviews Jim Mayer long time bass player for Jimmy Buffett's Coral Reefer Band and Children's Music Performer with an anti-bullying message. Jim talks about what it's like to stay at the house President Obama stays at when in Hawai'i, working with Jimmy Buffett and what it take to transition from "rock star" to "Uncle Jim."
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Andy Bumatai interviews Jim Mayer long time bass player for Jimmy Buffett's Coral Reefer Band and Children's Music Performer with an anti-bullying message. Jim talks about what it's like to stay at the house President Obama stays at when in Hawai'i, working with Jimmy Buffett and what it take to transition from "rock star" to "Uncle Jim."
- published: 23 Feb 2013
- views: 13393
- author: Andy Bumatai
Country Music Playlist (CMA Awards Performances 2002 / 2003)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 100:43
- Updated: 27 Feb 2013
A compilation of just the music performances from the CMA Awards of 2002 and 2003. Artists include: Shania Twain, Nickel Creek, Faith Hill, Alan Jackson, Travis Tritt, Dolly Parton, Martina McBride, Toby Keith, Alison Krauss, Phil Vassar, Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Kim Richey, Brooks & Dunn, Lee Ann Womack, Brad Paisley, Vince Gill, Keith Urban, George Strait, Norah Jones, Terri Clark, Kenny Chesney, Patty Loveless, Jimmy Buffett.
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A compilation of just the music performances from the CMA Awards of 2002 and 2003. Artists include: Shania Twain, Nickel Creek, Faith Hill, Alan Jackson, Travis Tritt, Dolly Parton, Martina McBride, Toby Keith, Alison Krauss, Phil Vassar, Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Kim Richey, Brooks & Dunn, Lee Ann Womack, Brad Paisley, Vince Gill, Keith Urban, George Strait, Norah Jones, Terri Clark, Kenny Chesney, Patty Loveless, Jimmy Buffett.
- published: 06 Nov 2012
- views: 15645
- author: silksashbash
Windjammer Cruise, Week ending 11-17-2012
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 46:46
- Updated: 11 Feb 2013
"Kenny Chesney-When The Sun Goes Down", sound recording administered by: 12:25 SME "Crosby, Stills & Nash-Southern Cross (LP Version)", sound recording administered by: WMG "Jimmy Buffett-A Pirate Looks At Forty (Album Version)", sound recording administered by: 8:34 UMG "Little Big Town-Pontoon", sound recording administered by: 25:26 EMI "Jahmaica-Stir It Up (Remix) (feat. Bob Marley)", sound recording administered by: 32:28 CD Baby
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"Kenny Chesney-When The Sun Goes Down", sound recording administered by: 12:25 SME "Crosby, Stills & Nash-Southern Cross (LP Version)", sound recording administered by: WMG "Jimmy Buffett-A Pirate Looks At Forty (Album Version)", sound recording administered by: 8:34 UMG "Little Big Town-Pontoon", sound recording administered by: 25:26 EMI "Jahmaica-Stir It Up (Remix) (feat. Bob Marley)", sound recording administered by: 32:28 CD Baby
- published: 22 Dec 2012
- views: 264
- author: bmcand5510
Margarillas Backstage at Alpine Valley, 08.25.2012
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 37:22
- Updated: 25 Aug 2012
Hangout in Jimmy Buffett's dressing room with the Margarillas at the Alpine Valley Buffett show, captured on Stageit on 08.25.2012.
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Hangout in Jimmy Buffett's dressing room with the Margarillas at the Alpine Valley Buffett show, captured on Stageit on 08.25.2012.
- published: 25 Aug 2012
- views: 329
- author: dcuebas
Panama: Take A Permanent Vacation | EX-PATS Ep. 6 Full | Reserve Channel
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- Duration: 25:48
- Updated: 27 Feb 2013
Savannah Jane Buffett (Jimmy Buffett's daughter) visits Panama City to meet KC Hardin, a 39-year-old American who went from being a corporate lawyer to a youth hostel owner to restoring historic buildings in Panama City. Panama City has given KC many things including a beautiful wife, who is a Panama City native and has a thriving restoration business built with a social mission. Visit the Panama Canal, the Danilo Perez Foundation, and many other amazing places that KC's company has rebuilt. SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel: Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. Reserve Channel Social Media: FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* HOOKED UP w/ Tom Colicchio: full.sc ACROSS THE BOARD with Joy Bryant: full.sc ARTST TLK with Pharrell Williams: full.sc BE WELL WEEK with Dr. Lipman: full.sc ON THE TABLE with Eric Ripert: full.sc CAPTURE with Mark Seliger: full.sc EX-PATS: full.sc www.youtube.com
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Savannah Jane Buffett (Jimmy Buffett's daughter) visits Panama City to meet KC Hardin, a 39-year-old American who went from being a corporate lawyer to a youth hostel owner to restoring historic buildings in Panama City. Panama City has given KC many things including a beautiful wife, who is a Panama City native and has a thriving restoration business built with a social mission. Visit the Panama Canal, the Danilo Perez Foundation, and many other amazing places that KC's company has rebuilt. SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel: Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. Reserve Channel Social Media: FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* HOOKED UP w/ Tom Colicchio: full.sc ACROSS THE BOARD with Joy Bryant: full.sc ARTST TLK with Pharrell Williams: full.sc BE WELL WEEK with Dr. Lipman: full.sc ON THE TABLE with Eric Ripert: full.sc CAPTURE with Mark Seliger: full.sc EX-PATS: full.sc www.youtube.com
- published: 10 Jan 2013
- views: 10827
- author: reservechannel
Margarillas Backstage at Bristow, VA, 09.01.2012
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 44:39
- Updated: 01 Sep 2012
The Margarillas webcast from Jimmy Buffett's dressing room in Bristow, VA, captured on Stageit on 09.01.2012.
http://wn.com/Margarillas_Backstage_at_Bristow,_VA,_09012012
The Margarillas webcast from Jimmy Buffett's dressing room in Bristow, VA, captured on Stageit on 09.01.2012.
- published: 01 Sep 2012
- views: 99
- author: dcuebas
Jimmy Buffett Paris 2011 - The Whole Concert
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 20:02
- Updated: 06 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett Paris 2011 The Whole Concert at L'Olympia Paris
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Jimmy Buffett Paris 2011 The Whole Concert at L'Olympia Paris
- published: 06 Oct 2011
- views: 3600
- author: cabanaman999
Desk Job to Preschool Teacher in Panama | EX-PATS Ep. 4 Full | Reserve Channel
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 27:23
- Updated: 23 Feb 2013
Neil leaves his normal job in the states to open up a preschool for local indigenous children in Panama. His non-profit organization, Give & Surf, helps to enrich the local community of Bahia Honda through education and community development. For more information visit: giveandsurf.org Ex-Pats According to modern definition, EX-PATS are people temporarily or permanently residing in a country and culture other than that of their upbringing. Host Savannah Jane Buffett travels through foreign lands to discover the extraordinary stories of those who cut the home-cord, leaving behind a seemingly successful and ordinary existence in search of a place to live their dream life. FOLLOW @expats: full.sc Facebook: full.sc Google+: full.sc SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* BE WELL WEEK with Dr. Lipman: full.sc CAPTURE with Mark Seliger: full.sc ON THE TABLE with Eric Ripert: full.sc Desk Job to Preschool Teacher in Panama | EX-PATS Ep. 4 Full | Reserve Channel www.youtube.com
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Neil leaves his normal job in the states to open up a preschool for local indigenous children in Panama. His non-profit organization, Give & Surf, helps to enrich the local community of Bahia Honda through education and community development. For more information visit: giveandsurf.org Ex-Pats According to modern definition, EX-PATS are people temporarily or permanently residing in a country and culture other than that of their upbringing. Host Savannah Jane Buffett travels through foreign lands to discover the extraordinary stories of those who cut the home-cord, leaving behind a seemingly successful and ordinary existence in search of a place to live their dream life. FOLLOW @expats: full.sc Facebook: full.sc Google+: full.sc SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* BE WELL WEEK with Dr. Lipman: full.sc CAPTURE with Mark Seliger: full.sc ON THE TABLE with Eric Ripert: full.sc Desk Job to Preschool Teacher in Panama | EX-PATS Ep. 4 Full | Reserve Channel www.youtube.com
- published: 18 Oct 2012
- views: 8083
- author: reservechannel
Gotye "The Wall-Nuts" Interview with Barry "The Somebodies Guy"
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 35:49
- Updated: 25 Feb 2013
The Wall-Nuts website folks (Lisa Orlando and Paige Zuckerman) must have been really bored because they asked me to be interviewed for their website. I must admit that I was surprised that anyone would want to hear my story -- but then I realized that the behind the scenes story of my meeting Wally and what happened after that was kind of interesting, so I agreed to do it. Paige and Lisa asked Wall-Nuts members to ask the questions they wanted me to answer. Some of the same questions were asked by more than one member so we combined those questions into one question. The question were all very good as they hit all of the major points that I would have wanted to talk about and I want to say thank you to all of the people who submitted questions. This all seems over the top to me but I am happy to have the attention, it is fun especially at my age. The real reason I have this YouTube site is that my mother is disabled and lives in another state so I don't get to see her very often. She loves to hear me play and sing so I do this for her. Meeting Wally and the wonderful people I have met on YouTube have been such a wonderful and unexpected surprise from creating this site. Thank you all for your support and kind wishes. Your friend, Barry
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The Wall-Nuts website folks (Lisa Orlando and Paige Zuckerman) must have been really bored because they asked me to be interviewed for their website. I must admit that I was surprised that anyone would want to hear my story -- but then I realized that the behind the scenes story of my meeting Wally and what happened after that was kind of interesting, so I agreed to do it. Paige and Lisa asked Wall-Nuts members to ask the questions they wanted me to answer. Some of the same questions were asked by more than one member so we combined those questions into one question. The question were all very good as they hit all of the major points that I would have wanted to talk about and I want to say thank you to all of the people who submitted questions. This all seems over the top to me but I am happy to have the attention, it is fun especially at my age. The real reason I have this YouTube site is that my mother is disabled and lives in another state so I don't get to see her very often. She loves to hear me play and sing so I do this for her. Meeting Wally and the wonderful people I have met on YouTube have been such a wonderful and unexpected surprise from creating this site. Thank you all for your support and kind wishes. Your friend, Barry
- published: 19 Feb 2013
- views: 256
- author: harrellbugg
Stars Pay Tribute to Timothy White, Late Billboard Editor
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 24:47
- Updated: 07 Feb 2013
This video was shown at concerts at Madison Square Garden and Boston's Fleet Center to benefit Tim and Judy's boys Christopher and Alexander, who were 10-year-olds when he passed away in June of 2002. Those paying tribute on the video are James Taylor, Sheryl Crow, John Mellencamp, Billy Joel, Sting, Roger Waters, Don Henley, Jimmy Buffett and Bill Murray.
http://wn.com/Stars_Pay_Tribute_to_Timothy_White,_Late_Billboard_Editor
This video was shown at concerts at Madison Square Garden and Boston's Fleet Center to benefit Tim and Judy's boys Christopher and Alexander, who were 10-year-olds when he passed away in June of 2002. Those paying tribute on the video are James Taylor, Sheryl Crow, John Mellencamp, Billy Joel, Sting, Roger Waters, Don Henley, Jimmy Buffett and Bill Murray.
- published: 07 Feb 2013
- views: 58
- author: Aquamanatee
A Catamaran, Blonde Beauties & a Life in Paradise | EX-PATS Ep. 3 Full | Reserve Channel
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 24:44
- Updated: 26 Feb 2013
Watch Captain Jamison, his crew of 3 beautiful blondes, and his family charter the KEKOA, a 55 foot catamaran, around the Virgin Islands. A family business of boat building quickly took a different turn when KEKOA, one of their masterpieces, was abandoned at sea after a strong storm. Jamison grabbed his family of 5, moved to St. John, and began chartering the reclaimed and repaired KEKOA all around the islands. EX-PATS w/ Savannah Jane Buffett According to modern definition, EX-PATS are people temporarily or permanently residing in a country and culture other than that of their upbringing. Host Savannah Jane Buffett travels through foreign lands to discover the extraordinary stories of those who cut the home-cord, leaving behind a seemingly successful and ordinary existence in search of a place to live their dream life. FOLLOW @expats: full.sc Facebook: full.sc Google+: full.sc SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* HOOKED UP w/ Tom Colicchio: full.sc ACROSS THE BOARD with Joy Bryant: full.sc ARTST TLK with Pharrell Williams: full.sc BE ...
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Watch Captain Jamison, his crew of 3 beautiful blondes, and his family charter the KEKOA, a 55 foot catamaran, around the Virgin Islands. A family business of boat building quickly took a different turn when KEKOA, one of their masterpieces, was abandoned at sea after a strong storm. Jamison grabbed his family of 5, moved to St. John, and began chartering the reclaimed and repaired KEKOA all around the islands. EX-PATS w/ Savannah Jane Buffett According to modern definition, EX-PATS are people temporarily or permanently residing in a country and culture other than that of their upbringing. Host Savannah Jane Buffett travels through foreign lands to discover the extraordinary stories of those who cut the home-cord, leaving behind a seemingly successful and ordinary existence in search of a place to live their dream life. FOLLOW @expats: full.sc Facebook: full.sc Google+: full.sc SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* HOOKED UP w/ Tom Colicchio: full.sc ACROSS THE BOARD with Joy Bryant: full.sc ARTST TLK with Pharrell Williams: full.sc BE ...
- published: 13 Sep 2012
- views: 22059
- author: reservechannel
Relaxing Study Music Tiki Bar Lounge Beach Party Instrumental for studying or Luau Island songs
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 21:56
- Updated: 26 Feb 2013
RELAX NOW. Subscribe to the #1 Best Virtual Vacation Beach Resort Trip - "WAVES: Virtual Vacations" Relaxing Nature Videos: 15+ Million Views, Top Rated, Award Winning DVDs & Blu-Rays w/ Ocean Sounds. ON SALE NOW on Amazon.com - www.amazon.com VISIT OUR CHANNEL(S) & SUBSCRIBE! 8-) www.youtube.com OR www.youtube.com ≈ www.wavesdvd.com ≈ RELAX ESCAPE GETAWAY to the Best Beaches with Relaxing Music or nature sounds Romantic Guitar, Relaxing Piano, Cool Classical Music, Chillout Jazz, New Age Music, and more. Join us on the Beach. Relax, Study or Sleep. WELCOME to HAWAII on HD HAWAII BEACHES-1 DVD and Blu-ray shot in 1080p presented in 720p. This is the NATURE SOUNDS track choice from the bonus 24 min music video. The DVD offers 6 TRACKS to choose from: NATURE SOUNDS, HAWAIIAN GUITAR, PIANO MEMORIES, SOOTHING DREAMS, NIGHTCLUB JAZZ, & TIKI BAR LOUNGE. TROPICAL MUSIC INSTRUMENTAL Luau Tiki Bar Lounge Relaxing HD HAWAIIAN Beach Party Hula songs long playlist for studying to study to playlist - www.WavesDVD.com • MUSIC TIKI BAR LOUNGE MUSIC - royalty free music • VIDEO: "HD HAWAIIBEACHES 1" DVD / Blu-Ray by Greg Voevodsky. (NOTE - This is from the 24 min Bonus Music Video - Track 1) • FORMAT: HD 1080p with all natural Dolby 5.1 SURROUND SOUND recorded 'live' on location. • LOCATIONS: KAUAI, OAHU, MAUI, HAWAII DVD Verdict, "There is something very calming about these digital diversions -- a great escape the daily stressors and anxieties of life." JOIN US ON: YOUTUBE Ch #1 ...
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RELAX NOW. Subscribe to the #1 Best Virtual Vacation Beach Resort Trip - "WAVES: Virtual Vacations" Relaxing Nature Videos: 15+ Million Views, Top Rated, Award Winning DVDs & Blu-Rays w/ Ocean Sounds. ON SALE NOW on Amazon.com - www.amazon.com VISIT OUR CHANNEL(S) & SUBSCRIBE! 8-) www.youtube.com OR www.youtube.com ≈ www.wavesdvd.com ≈ RELAX ESCAPE GETAWAY to the Best Beaches with Relaxing Music or nature sounds Romantic Guitar, Relaxing Piano, Cool Classical Music, Chillout Jazz, New Age Music, and more. Join us on the Beach. Relax, Study or Sleep. WELCOME to HAWAII on HD HAWAII BEACHES-1 DVD and Blu-ray shot in 1080p presented in 720p. This is the NATURE SOUNDS track choice from the bonus 24 min music video. The DVD offers 6 TRACKS to choose from: NATURE SOUNDS, HAWAIIAN GUITAR, PIANO MEMORIES, SOOTHING DREAMS, NIGHTCLUB JAZZ, & TIKI BAR LOUNGE. TROPICAL MUSIC INSTRUMENTAL Luau Tiki Bar Lounge Relaxing HD HAWAIIAN Beach Party Hula songs long playlist for studying to study to playlist - www.WavesDVD.com • MUSIC TIKI BAR LOUNGE MUSIC - royalty free music • VIDEO: "HD HAWAIIBEACHES 1" DVD / Blu-Ray by Greg Voevodsky. (NOTE - This is from the 24 min Bonus Music Video - Track 1) • FORMAT: HD 1080p with all natural Dolby 5.1 SURROUND SOUND recorded 'live' on location. • LOCATIONS: KAUAI, OAHU, MAUI, HAWAII DVD Verdict, "There is something very calming about these digital diversions -- a great escape the daily stressors and anxieties of life." JOIN US ON: YOUTUBE Ch #1 ...
- published: 05 Nov 2012
- views: 12339
- author: HDnatureTV
♫ Love Songs Are Forever 70 & 80's...II ♫
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- Duration: 114:03
- Updated: 21 Feb 2013
* 0:00:01 * ♫ I NEED TO BE IN LOVE ♫ Carpenters * 0:03:42 * ♫ WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME ♫ Diana Ross * 0:07:39 * ♫ YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE ♫ George Benson & Roberta Flack * 0:10:23 * ♫ SURVIVE ♫ Jimmy Buffett * 0:15:06 * ♫ GONNA MAKE YOU CAN'T REFUGE ♫ Jimmy Helms * 0:18:40 * ♫ I MADE THROUGH THE RAIN ♫ Barry Manilow * 0:22:50 * ♫ INTO THE NIGHT ♫ Benny Mardones * 0:27:06 * ♫ AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN ♫ David Bowie * 0:31:46 * ♫ CHERISH ♫ Kool & The Gang * 0:35:35 * ♫ TO SIR WITH LOVE ♫ Lulu * 0:38:17 * ♫ SURPRISE ♫ Manchester * 0:41:54 * ♫ DON'T WALK AWAY ♫ Electric Light Orchestra (ELO) * 0:46:18 * ♫ COME BACK TO ME ♫ Leslie, Kelly & John Ford Coley * 0:50:16 * ♫ NO NIGHT SO LONG ♫ Dionne Warwick * 0:53:37 * ♫ I CAN'T HELP IT ♫ Andy Gibb & Olivia Newton John * 0:57:36 * ♫ PROMISE AIN'T ENOUGH ♫ Daryl Hall & John Oates * 1:03:06 * ♫ YOU GOT IT ALL ♫ The Jets * 1:07:02 * ♫ THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE ♫ Bucks Fizz * 1:10:50 * ♫ CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELING ♫ Reo Speedwagon * 1:15:29 * ♫ ALL TIME HIGH ♫ Rita Coolidge * 1:18:26 * ♫ EYE IN THE SKY ♫ Alan Parsons Project * 1:22:44 * ♫ ALL FOR A REASON ♫ Alessi Brothers * 1:26:22 * ♫ JUST THE WAY YOU ARE ♫ Barry White * 1:31:03 * ♫ IT'S A SAD AFFAIR ♫ Peter Frampton * 1:35:16 * ♫ I NEVER FALL IN LOVE ♫ Davitt Sigerson * 1:39:03 * ♫ NEVER LET HER GO ♫ David Gates * 1:42:01 * ♫ DEBORAH ♫ Jon Anderson & Vangelis * 1:46:48 * ♫ CHANGES ♫ Black Sabbath * 1:51:26 * ♫ PRELUDE ...
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* 0:00:01 * ♫ I NEED TO BE IN LOVE ♫ Carpenters * 0:03:42 * ♫ WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME ♫ Diana Ross * 0:07:39 * ♫ YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE ♫ George Benson & Roberta Flack * 0:10:23 * ♫ SURVIVE ♫ Jimmy Buffett * 0:15:06 * ♫ GONNA MAKE YOU CAN'T REFUGE ♫ Jimmy Helms * 0:18:40 * ♫ I MADE THROUGH THE RAIN ♫ Barry Manilow * 0:22:50 * ♫ INTO THE NIGHT ♫ Benny Mardones * 0:27:06 * ♫ AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN ♫ David Bowie * 0:31:46 * ♫ CHERISH ♫ Kool & The Gang * 0:35:35 * ♫ TO SIR WITH LOVE ♫ Lulu * 0:38:17 * ♫ SURPRISE ♫ Manchester * 0:41:54 * ♫ DON'T WALK AWAY ♫ Electric Light Orchestra (ELO) * 0:46:18 * ♫ COME BACK TO ME ♫ Leslie, Kelly & John Ford Coley * 0:50:16 * ♫ NO NIGHT SO LONG ♫ Dionne Warwick * 0:53:37 * ♫ I CAN'T HELP IT ♫ Andy Gibb & Olivia Newton John * 0:57:36 * ♫ PROMISE AIN'T ENOUGH ♫ Daryl Hall & John Oates * 1:03:06 * ♫ YOU GOT IT ALL ♫ The Jets * 1:07:02 * ♫ THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE ♫ Bucks Fizz * 1:10:50 * ♫ CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELING ♫ Reo Speedwagon * 1:15:29 * ♫ ALL TIME HIGH ♫ Rita Coolidge * 1:18:26 * ♫ EYE IN THE SKY ♫ Alan Parsons Project * 1:22:44 * ♫ ALL FOR A REASON ♫ Alessi Brothers * 1:26:22 * ♫ JUST THE WAY YOU ARE ♫ Barry White * 1:31:03 * ♫ IT'S A SAD AFFAIR ♫ Peter Frampton * 1:35:16 * ♫ I NEVER FALL IN LOVE ♫ Davitt Sigerson * 1:39:03 * ♫ NEVER LET HER GO ♫ David Gates * 1:42:01 * ♫ DEBORAH ♫ Jon Anderson & Vangelis * 1:46:48 * ♫ CHANGES ♫ Black Sabbath * 1:51:26 * ♫ PRELUDE ...
- published: 25 Oct 2012
- views: 719
- author: GalettoJCFG
Depeche Mode Live in Cincinnati 06.07.1994
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 92:22
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
http://wn.com/Depeche_Mode_Live_in_Cincinnati_06071994
My Practice 1/16/13 Pt 2 with Richard Diaz de Leon
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- Duration: 38:57
- Updated: 16 Jan 2013
In today's 2nd half Richard finally gets to play the Whole Tone scale a bit, working us through it's tricky nature. Eden is a delight and Bob shuts up appropriately enough so Rich can enjoy playing the guitar a bit. Yay. We celebrate a buncha dumb stuff including: the anniversaries of Mick Jagger NOT being knighted, Boy George being arrested for kidnapping a male escort, the Jamaican authorities NOT killing Jimmy Buffet and Bono for smuggling, as well as the birthdays of AJ Foyt, Jim Stafford and Kate Moss. Go to FretboardMojo.com or Facebook.com/Fretboardmojo to see what else is going on around here! Then go practice some more.
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In today's 2nd half Richard finally gets to play the Whole Tone scale a bit, working us through it's tricky nature. Eden is a delight and Bob shuts up appropriately enough so Rich can enjoy playing the guitar a bit. Yay. We celebrate a buncha dumb stuff including: the anniversaries of Mick Jagger NOT being knighted, Boy George being arrested for kidnapping a male escort, the Jamaican authorities NOT killing Jimmy Buffet and Bono for smuggling, as well as the birthdays of AJ Foyt, Jim Stafford and Kate Moss. Go to FretboardMojo.com or Facebook.com/Fretboardmojo to see what else is going on around here! Then go practice some more.
- published: 16 Jan 2013
- views: 7
- author: Fretboard Mojo
Keith Sykes Interview
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 54:29
- Updated: 25 May 2012
Keith Sykes is a songwriter's songwriter. I know that sounds cliche, but it's true. From the early stages of his career up to the present, well more than 100 of his songs have been recorded by well-known artists such as The Gentrys, Rodney Crowell, Roseanne Cash, George Thorogood, and Jimmy Buffett.
http://wn.com/Keith_Sykes_Interview
Keith Sykes is a songwriter's songwriter. I know that sounds cliche, but it's true. From the early stages of his career up to the present, well more than 100 of his songs have been recorded by well-known artists such as The Gentrys, Rodney Crowell, Roseanne Cash, George Thorogood, and Jimmy Buffett.
- published: 25 May 2012
- views: 102
- author: OKOMvideos
Cobb (1994) (FULL MOVIE)
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- Duration: 128:19
- Updated: 24 Feb 2013
Cobb is a 1994 biopic starring Tommy Lee Jones as the famed baseball player Ty Cobb. It was written and directed by Ron Shelton and was based on a book by Al Stump. The original music score was composed by Elliot Goldenthal. Plot: Sportswriter Al Stump (Robert Wuhl) is hired in 1959 as ghostwriter of an authorized autobiography of the great Tyrus Raymond "Ty" Cobb, one of the best baseball players of all time. Now 72 and in failing health, Cobb (Tommy Lee Jones) wants an official biography to "set the record straight" before he dies. Cobb wants a sanitized hagiography which will present him virtually without flaws. Such books were common in earlier decades and the public images of many players (such as Babe Ruth, whom Cobb strongly resented, but respected as a player), had been shaped by such coverage. Stump arrives at Cobb's Lake Tahoe estate to write the official life story of the first baseball player inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame. He finds a continually-drunken, misanthropic, bitter racist who abuses his biographer as well as everyone else he comes in contact with. Although Cobb's home is luxurious, it is without heat, power and running water due to long-running violent disputes between Cobb and utility companies. Cobb also rapidly runs through domestic workers, hiring and firing them in quick succession. Although Cobb is seriously ill and prone to frequent physical breakdown, he retains considerable strength and also keeps several loaded firearms ...
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Cobb is a 1994 biopic starring Tommy Lee Jones as the famed baseball player Ty Cobb. It was written and directed by Ron Shelton and was based on a book by Al Stump. The original music score was composed by Elliot Goldenthal. Plot: Sportswriter Al Stump (Robert Wuhl) is hired in 1959 as ghostwriter of an authorized autobiography of the great Tyrus Raymond "Ty" Cobb, one of the best baseball players of all time. Now 72 and in failing health, Cobb (Tommy Lee Jones) wants an official biography to "set the record straight" before he dies. Cobb wants a sanitized hagiography which will present him virtually without flaws. Such books were common in earlier decades and the public images of many players (such as Babe Ruth, whom Cobb strongly resented, but respected as a player), had been shaped by such coverage. Stump arrives at Cobb's Lake Tahoe estate to write the official life story of the first baseball player inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame. He finds a continually-drunken, misanthropic, bitter racist who abuses his biographer as well as everyone else he comes in contact with. Although Cobb's home is luxurious, it is without heat, power and running water due to long-running violent disputes between Cobb and utility companies. Cobb also rapidly runs through domestic workers, hiring and firing them in quick succession. Although Cobb is seriously ill and prone to frequent physical breakdown, he retains considerable strength and also keeps several loaded firearms ...
- published: 15 Jan 2013
- views: 3573
- author: SwizZzStudio
Marry Island Hottie and Start a Sustainable Farm in St. Croix | EX-PATS Ep. 2 Full | Reserve Channel
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- Duration: 25:00
- Updated: 21 Feb 2013
"Nate Olive is an EX-PAT who left Atlanta to start his own farm, Ridge To Reef, in beautiful St. Croix. Watch as host Savannah Buffet learns all about organic farming, the island lifestyle and how Nate met his beautiful, local wife all on EX-PATS. EX-PATS w/ Savannah Jane Buffett According to modern definition, EX-PATS are people temporarily or permanently residing in a country and culture other than that of their upbringing. Host Savannah Jane Buffett travels through foreign lands to discover the extraordinary stories of those who cut the home-cord, leaving behind a seemingly successful and ordinary existence in search of a place to live their dream life. FOLLOW @expats: full.sc Facebook: full.sc Google+: full.sc SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* HOOKED UP w/ Tom Colicchio: full.sc ACROSS THE BOARD with Joy Bryant: full.sc ARTST TLK with Pharrell Williams: full.sc BE WELL WEEK with Dr. Lipman: full.sc ON THE TABLE with Eric Ripert: full.sc CAPTURE with Mark Seliger: full.sc EX-PATS: full.sc Marry Island Hottie and Start a ...
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"Nate Olive is an EX-PAT who left Atlanta to start his own farm, Ridge To Reef, in beautiful St. Croix. Watch as host Savannah Buffet learns all about organic farming, the island lifestyle and how Nate met his beautiful, local wife all on EX-PATS. EX-PATS w/ Savannah Jane Buffett According to modern definition, EX-PATS are people temporarily or permanently residing in a country and culture other than that of their upbringing. Host Savannah Jane Buffett travels through foreign lands to discover the extraordinary stories of those who cut the home-cord, leaving behind a seemingly successful and ordinary existence in search of a place to live their dream life. FOLLOW @expats: full.sc Facebook: full.sc Google+: full.sc SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* HOOKED UP w/ Tom Colicchio: full.sc ACROSS THE BOARD with Joy Bryant: full.sc ARTST TLK with Pharrell Williams: full.sc BE WELL WEEK with Dr. Lipman: full.sc ON THE TABLE with Eric Ripert: full.sc CAPTURE with Mark Seliger: full.sc EX-PATS: full.sc Marry Island Hottie and Start a ...
- published: 16 Aug 2012
- views: 32585
- author: reservechannel
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Musicians@Google: Jimmy Buffett
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- Duration: 67:03
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
Parrottheads unite! Award-winning rock legend, author, restaurant owner, and Sage of Key West Jimmy Buffett visits Google for a conversation about his work, his books, his hurricane relief efforts, and his passion for Google. Also joining him in performance are Coral Reefers Nadirah Shakoor and Mac McAnally. Jimmy Buffett is the man behind many songs in the American vernacular, from "Margaritaville" to "Cheeseburger in Paradise," to "Come Monday" and "It's Five o'Clock Somewhere." He has 8 Gold and 9 Platinum or multi-platinum albums from his thirty-year "summer job." His books have graced the top of the New York Times bestseller list in both fiction and non-fiction. He'll be speaking about his latest book, "Swine Not," as well as his more classic works, such as "A Salty Piece of Land." He is also behind the Margaritaville restaurants and casino. Portions of this appearance will be featured on Radio Margaritaville, his Sirius Radio Channel. This event took place on October 23, 2008, as part of the Musicians@Google series.
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Parrottheads unite! Award-winning rock legend, author, restaurant owner, and Sage of Key West Jimmy Buffett visits Google for a conversation about his work, his books, his hurricane relief efforts, and his passion for Google. Also joining him in performance are Coral Reefers Nadirah Shakoor and Mac McAnally. Jimmy Buffett is the man behind many songs in the American vernacular, from "Margaritaville" to "Cheeseburger in Paradise," to "Come Monday" and "It's Five o'Clock Somewhere." He has 8 Gold and 9 Platinum or multi-platinum albums from his thirty-year "summer job." His books have graced the top of the New York Times bestseller list in both fiction and non-fiction. He'll be speaking about his latest book, "Swine Not," as well as his more classic works, such as "A Salty Piece of Land." He is also behind the Margaritaville restaurants and casino. Portions of this appearance will be featured on Radio Margaritaville, his Sirius Radio Channel. This event took place on October 23, 2008, as part of the Musicians@Google series.
- published: 31 Jan 2009
- views: 92426
- author: AtGoogleTalks
carson interview may 5 1981
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:36
- Updated: 16 Feb 2013
http://wn.com/carson_interview_may_5_1981
Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 83:39
- Updated: 15 Feb 2013
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_Live_in_Anguilla
Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett - It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
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- Duration: 3:50
- Updated: 18 Feb 2013
Music video by Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett performing It's Five O' Clock Somewhere. (C) 2003 BMG Music
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Music video by Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett performing It's Five O' Clock Somewhere. (C) 2003 BMG Music
- published: 03 Oct 2009
- views: 6625254
- author: alanjacksonVEVO
A Pirate Looks At 40
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:06
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
http://wn.com/A_Pirate_Looks_At_40
The Asshole Song By Jimmy Buffett
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:15
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
This is a comic song called 'The Asshole Song' by Jimmy Buffett. 'Its really good if you have been cut up on the road'. Enjoy!!! Lyrics and added to the video by Michael Bucknole.
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This is a comic song called 'The Asshole Song' by Jimmy Buffett. 'Its really good if you have been cut up on the road'. Enjoy!!! Lyrics and added to the video by Michael Bucknole.
- published: 01 Nov 2006
- views: 1900141
- author: bucknolem
World Premiere Video: "Knee Deep" Feat. Jimmy Buffett
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- Duration: 3:38
- Updated: 18 Feb 2013
It's trouble in tropical paradise for Flody Boatwood and his siblings Brody and Jody as they maneuver the perils of Careyes, Mexico. Funny... some of these villains look kind of familiar...
http://wn.com/World_Premiere_Video_Knee_Deep_Feat_Jimmy_Buffett
It's trouble in tropical paradise for Flody Boatwood and his siblings Brody and Jody as they maneuver the perils of Careyes, Mexico. Funny... some of these villains look kind of familiar...
- published: 29 Jun 2011
- views: 3442597
- author: zacbrownband
MargaritaVille
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- Duration: 4:37
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett Margaritaville
http://wn.com/MargaritaVille
Jimmy Buffett - Cheeseburger In Paradise
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- Duration: 2:50
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
Music video by Jimmy Buffett performing Cheeseburger In Paradise. (C) 1978 Geffen Records
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Music video by Jimmy Buffett performing Cheeseburger In Paradise. (C) 1978 Geffen Records
- published: 16 Jun 2009
- views: 1125878
- author: JimmyBuffettVEVO
Jimmy Buffett "Come Monday/Changes In Latitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
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- Duration: 10:31
- Updated: 18 Feb 2013
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_Come_Monday_Changes_In_Latitudes_Why_Don't_We_Get_Drunk_Live
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
- published: 10 May 2011
- views: 83380
- author: LiveVideoAZ
Come Monday ~ Jimmy Buffett
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:45
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
From "Tales From MargaritaVision"
http://wn.com/Come_Monday_~_Jimmy_Buffett
Jimmy Buffet and Sean Payton NFC Championship Post-game Interview
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- Duration: 3:56
- Updated: 17 Jan 2013
Mike Nabors interviews Jimmy Buffett and Coach Sean Payton after the Saints NFC Championship win.
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Mike Nabors interviews Jimmy Buffett and Coach Sean Payton after the Saints NFC Championship win.
- published: 01 Feb 2010
- views: 10882
- author: bigalgonefishing
Jimmy Buffett - Southern Cross
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:31
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
Concert Footage
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_Southern_Cross
Jimmy Buffett Interview from Shrimpboat Studios
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:28
- Updated: 13 Sep 2012
This is a unique piece of video. Ever wonder what happens behind the scenes BEFORE an interview you hear on the radio? Here's Terry and Staci of Miami's KISS Country Radio, with Jimmy Buffett at his Shrimpboat Studios in Key West. This is video that was taken before the actually on-air interview began.
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This is a unique piece of video. Ever wonder what happens behind the scenes BEFORE an interview you hear on the radio? Here's Terry and Staci of Miami's KISS Country Radio, with Jimmy Buffett at his Shrimpboat Studios in Key West. This is video that was taken before the actually on-air interview began.
- published: 09 Dec 2006
- views: 22112
- author: terryandstaci
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville (with lyrics)
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- Duration: 4:09
- Updated: 18 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" from 1977 (recorded in 1976) with lyrics. Enjoy andplease leave your comments! ____________________________________________________ Disclaimer: Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT in this video. This was uploaded for entertainment purposes ONLY. Property of ABC Records/Universal Music Group.
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Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" from 1977 (recorded in 1976) with lyrics. Enjoy andplease leave your comments! ____________________________________________________ Disclaimer: Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT in this video. This was uploaded for entertainment purposes ONLY. Property of ABC Records/Universal Music Group.
- published: 21 Apr 2010
- views: 614466
- author: clj29360
Jimmy Buffett "Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:05
- Updated: 15 Feb 2013
Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy...
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_Changes_In_Latitudes,_Changes_In_Attitudes_Why_Don't_We_Get_Drunk_Live
Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy...
- published: 20 Aug 2011
- views: 19120
- author: AZLiveVideo
Jimmy Buffett - Brown Eyed Girl [HD]
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- Duration: 5:10
- Updated: 13 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett - Brown Eyed Girl
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_Brown_Eyed_Girl_HD_
Jimmy Buffett interview at the 2009 Tour de France
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:43
- Updated: 10 Apr 2012
Jimmy Buffett interview at the 2009 Tour de France
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Jimmy Buffett interview at the 2009 Tour de France
- published: 10 Jul 2009
- views: 4925
- author: velonews
Jimmy Buffett - Bama Breeze
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- Duration: 3:28
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
This is JB's official video for the song "Bama Breeze" off of his new album. This video put a tear in my eye...and only those of us who understand know why.
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This is JB's official video for the song "Bama Breeze" off of his new album. This video put a tear in my eye...and only those of us who understand know why.
- published: 22 Jun 2007
- views: 1580243
- author: myperfectapathy
Jimmy Buffett ft Zac Brown - Where The Boat Leaves From
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- Duration: 4:53
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett and Zac Brown perform Where The Boat Leaves From at Lakewood in Atlanta - Apr 27, 2010
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Jimmy Buffett and Zac Brown perform Where The Boat Leaves From at Lakewood in Atlanta - Apr 27, 2010
- published: 28 Apr 2010
- views: 362830
- author: dcuebas
Jimmy Buffett - Son of a Sailor - San Diego 2004
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- Duration: 4:09
- Updated: 14 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett concert San Diego October 21, 2004 with video footage on USS Ronald Reagan. This is the jumbotron feed. This video shows at Margaritaville cafes on "Margaritavision".
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_Son_of_a_Sailor_San_Diego_2004
Jimmy Buffett concert San Diego October 21, 2004 with video footage on USS Ronald Reagan. This is the jumbotron feed. This video shows at Margaritaville cafes on "Margaritavision".
- published: 02 Mar 2007
- views: 504048
- author: CoronadoNavy
Jimmy Buffett "Volcano" Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:00
- Updated: 17 Feb 2013
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
http://wn.com/Jimmy_Buffett_Volcano_Live
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
- published: 10 May 2011
- views: 36562
- author: LiveVideoAZ
Interview with Musician Jimmy Buffett on Africa
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:37
- Updated: 06 Feb 2013
American singer/ songwriter/ author Jimmy Buffett has become a legend of popular culture. Buffett spoke to Africa Regional Services about his experiences performing and traveling in Africa, and how music can be used to cross cultural boundaries and be enjoyed by all.
http://wn.com/Interview_with_Musician_Jimmy_Buffett_on_Africa
American singer/ songwriter/ author Jimmy Buffett has become a legend of popular culture. Buffett spoke to Africa Regional Services about his experiences performing and traveling in Africa, and how music can be used to cross cultural boundaries and be enjoyed by all.
- published: 19 Jan 2011
- views: 1815
- author: ARSParis
83:39
Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
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published: 20 Nov 2011
author: Soosublime420
Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
- published: 20 Nov 2011
- views: 28154
- author: Soosublime420
5:15
Jimmy Buffett- It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere Live in Sunrise Florida 2/2/13
Jimmy Buffett- 5 O'Clock Somewhere Live in Sunrise Florida 2/2/13...
published: 24 Feb 2013
author: rdrydzynski1
Jimmy Buffett- It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere Live in Sunrise Florida 2/2/13
Jimmy Buffett- 5 O'Clock Somewhere Live in Sunrise Florida 2/2/13
- published: 24 Feb 2013
- views: 7
- author: rdrydzynski1
10:31
Jimmy Buffett "Come Monday/Changes In Latitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"...
published: 10 May 2011
author: LiveVideoAZ
Jimmy Buffett "Come Monday/Changes In Latitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
- published: 10 May 2011
- views: 85843
- author: LiveVideoAZ
3:28
Jimmy Buffett live 2010 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes.avi
From Jimmy Buffett's concert in Gulf Shores, Alabama on July 11, 2010. The concert was in ...
published: 18 Oct 2010
author: apocalypso47201
Jimmy Buffett live 2010 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes.avi
From Jimmy Buffett's concert in Gulf Shores, Alabama on July 11, 2010. The concert was in response to the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.
- published: 18 Oct 2010
- views: 77812
- author: apocalypso47201
3:53
Changes In Latitudes Changes in Attitudes - Jimmy Buffett Live @ Jiffy Lube Live 9/1/12
My buddy Daaaave & his crew can be seen @2:45...
published: 02 Sep 2012
author: FunkHouse9Videos
Changes In Latitudes Changes in Attitudes - Jimmy Buffett Live @ Jiffy Lube Live 9/1/12
My buddy Daaaave & his crew can be seen @2:45
- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 237
- author: FunkHouse9Videos
4:40
Banana Republics - Jimmy Buffett @ Jiffy Lube Live 9/1/12
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published: 02 Sep 2012
author: FunkHouse9Videos
Banana Republics - Jimmy Buffett @ Jiffy Lube Live 9/1/12
- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 290
- author: FunkHouse9Videos
14:57
Jimmy Buffett "Cheeseburger In Paradise/He Went To Paris/Fins" Live
Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy... More sharks on land!...
published: 20 Aug 2011
author: AZLiveVideo
Jimmy Buffett "Cheeseburger In Paradise/He Went To Paris/Fins" Live
Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy... More sharks on land!
- published: 20 Aug 2011
- views: 30568
- author: AZLiveVideo
4:33
Jimmy Buffett A Pirate Looks At 40 (Live Version)
Excellent Live Version of Jimmy Buffett's A Pirate Looks At 40. Very high quality sound, a...
published: 15 Aug 2012
author: meachamrob
Jimmy Buffett A Pirate Looks At 40 (Live Version)
Excellent Live Version of Jimmy Buffett's A Pirate Looks At 40. Very high quality sound, and one of the best versions I have found. Enjoy, from the box set, Meet In Margaritaville
- published: 15 Aug 2012
- views: 821
- author: meachamrob
6:57
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville Atlantic City 2012 - Live in Atlantic City, NJ 8/4/2012
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville Atlantic City 2012 - Live in Atlantic City, NJ 8/4/2012 - T...
published: 05 Aug 2012
author: Nostalgicflashback
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville Atlantic City 2012 - Live in Atlantic City, NJ 8/4/2012
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville Atlantic City 2012 - Live in Atlantic City, NJ 8/4/2012 - The Footage of the Helicopter landing is actually Buffett Landing at the Steel Pier on that day.
- published: 05 Aug 2012
- views: 2599
- author: Nostalgicflashback
5:03
Zac Brown Band & Jimmy Buffett Chicken Fried Live CMT Crossroads
Video is not quite in sync at the end!!!...
published: 25 Jul 2012
author: monica martinsen
Zac Brown Band & Jimmy Buffett Chicken Fried Live CMT Crossroads
Video is not quite in sync at the end!!!
- published: 25 Jul 2012
- views: 19045
- author: monica martinsen
4:53
Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett @ Jiffy Lube Live 9/1/12
...
published: 02 Sep 2012
author: FunkHouse9Videos
Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett @ Jiffy Lube Live 9/1/12
- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 571
- author: FunkHouse9Videos
5:01
Jimmy Buffett - The Weather Is Here Wish You Were Beautiful (Live)
Jimmy Buffett The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful Live Tiki Time Tour Camden, NJ ...
published: 14 Jul 2012
author: AprilComeSheWill001
Jimmy Buffett - The Weather Is Here Wish You Were Beautiful (Live)
Jimmy Buffett The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful Live Tiki Time Tour Camden, NJ 7/1/2003
- published: 14 Jul 2012
- views: 7202
- author: AprilComeSheWill001
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6:34
Stand By Me - Japan
In the summer of 2011 the Playing For Change Band was invited to perform at Jazz Fest in N...
published: 22 Nov 2011
author: Playing For Change
Stand By Me - Japan
In the summer of 2011 the Playing For Change Band was invited to perform at Jazz Fest in New Orleans. While we were in town long-time friend of the project, Jimmy Buffett, invited us to a jam session on the roof of Margaritaville that rocked into the wee hours of the morning. The PFC Band kicked off the night with this tribute to the people of Japan who have been a affected by this past spring's Tsunami.
2:57
Jimmy Buffett tanker surfing
This is Jimmy Buffett catching tanker waves in Galveston Bay with James Fulbright....
published: 05 Jun 2010
author: James Fulbright
Jimmy Buffett tanker surfing
This is Jimmy Buffett catching tanker waves in Galveston Bay with James Fulbright.
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4:35
It's Five O'Clock Somewhere (live) - New York Rockin Revue
The Alan Jackson/Jimmy Buffett hit live from The Rochester "Light The Night" Walk from Sep...
published: 26 Sep 2012
author: NYRRB1
It's Five O'Clock Somewhere (live) - New York Rockin Revue
The Alan Jackson/Jimmy Buffett hit live from The Rochester "Light The Night" Walk from September 21st, 2012.
- published: 26 Sep 2012
- views: 69
- author: NYRRB1
5:17
Jimmy Buffett Piece of Work Bristow, Virginia September 1, 2012
Jimmy Buffett starts his acoustic sit down tribute to Andy Griffith with "Piece of Work" d...
published: 02 Sep 2012
author: Kenton Russell
Jimmy Buffett Piece of Work Bristow, Virginia September 1, 2012
Jimmy Buffett starts his acoustic sit down tribute to Andy Griffith with "Piece of Work" during the Bristow, Virginia concert on September 1, 2012. Video recorded handheld from 8th row with ios camera app on iphone 4s with 8x fixed zoom lens.
- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 556
- author: Kenton Russell
83:39
Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
...
published: 20 Nov 2011
author: Soosublime420
Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
- published: 20 Nov 2011
- views: 28154
- author: Soosublime420
34:40
Jimmy Buffett Tailgating - Cincinnati, Ohio - 08.02.12
Tailgating at a Jimmy Buffett concert at the Riverbend Music Center in Cincinnati, Ohio on...
published: 16 Dec 2012
author: HeinitzProductions
Jimmy Buffett Tailgating - Cincinnati, Ohio - 08.02.12
Tailgating at a Jimmy Buffett concert at the Riverbend Music Center in Cincinnati, Ohio on 08.02.12. This is what it's all about!
- published: 16 Dec 2012
- views: 259
- author: HeinitzProductions
35:48
Peter Novelli at Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville New Orleans,,Mardi Gras / Superbowl weekend
with Ted Graham's New Orleans Allstars More Mardi Gras Superbowl Mayhem at Margaritaville...
published: 05 Feb 2013
author: Peter Novelli
Peter Novelli at Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville New Orleans,,Mardi Gras / Superbowl weekend
with Ted Graham's New Orleans Allstars More Mardi Gras Superbowl Mayhem at Margaritaville
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 36
- author: Peter Novelli
65:19
Jimmy Buffett MOTM 2011 concert.mp4
This video was recorded by me in Key West, Florida during my first ever first MOTM (meetin...
published: 31 Jul 2012
author: Richard Miller
Jimmy Buffett MOTM 2011 concert.mp4
This video was recorded by me in Key West, Florida during my first ever first MOTM (meeting of the minds) November 2011.
- published: 31 Jul 2012
- views: 1076
- author: Richard Miller
28:01
In The Car With "Uncle" Jim Mayer - Musician
Andy Bumatai interviews Jim Mayer long time bass player for Jimmy Buffett's Coral Reefer B...
published: 23 Feb 2013
author: Andy Bumatai
In The Car With "Uncle" Jim Mayer - Musician
Andy Bumatai interviews Jim Mayer long time bass player for Jimmy Buffett's Coral Reefer Band and Children's Music Performer with an anti-bullying message. Jim talks about what it's like to stay at the house President Obama stays at when in Hawai'i, working with Jimmy Buffett and what it take to transition from "rock star" to "Uncle Jim."
- published: 23 Feb 2013
- views: 13393
- author: Andy Bumatai
100:43
Country Music Playlist (CMA Awards Performances 2002 / 2003)
A compilation of just the music performances from the CMA Awards of 2002 and 2003. Artists...
published: 06 Nov 2012
author: silksashbash
Country Music Playlist (CMA Awards Performances 2002 / 2003)
A compilation of just the music performances from the CMA Awards of 2002 and 2003. Artists include: Shania Twain, Nickel Creek, Faith Hill, Alan Jackson, Travis Tritt, Dolly Parton, Martina McBride, Toby Keith, Alison Krauss, Phil Vassar, Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Kim Richey, Brooks & Dunn, Lee Ann Womack, Brad Paisley, Vince Gill, Keith Urban, George Strait, Norah Jones, Terri Clark, Kenny Chesney, Patty Loveless, Jimmy Buffett.
- published: 06 Nov 2012
- views: 15645
- author: silksashbash
46:46
Windjammer Cruise, Week ending 11-17-2012
"Kenny Chesney-When The Sun Goes Down", sound recording administered by: 12:25 SME "Crosby...
published: 22 Dec 2012
author: bmcand5510
Windjammer Cruise, Week ending 11-17-2012
"Kenny Chesney-When The Sun Goes Down", sound recording administered by: 12:25 SME "Crosby, Stills & Nash-Southern Cross (LP Version)", sound recording administered by: WMG "Jimmy Buffett-A Pirate Looks At Forty (Album Version)", sound recording administered by: 8:34 UMG "Little Big Town-Pontoon", sound recording administered by: 25:26 EMI "Jahmaica-Stir It Up (Remix) (feat. Bob Marley)", sound recording administered by: 32:28 CD Baby
- published: 22 Dec 2012
- views: 264
- author: bmcand5510
37:22
Margarillas Backstage at Alpine Valley, 08.25.2012
Hangout in Jimmy Buffett's dressing room with the Margarillas at the Alpine Valley Buffett...
published: 25 Aug 2012
author: dcuebas
Margarillas Backstage at Alpine Valley, 08.25.2012
Hangout in Jimmy Buffett's dressing room with the Margarillas at the Alpine Valley Buffett show, captured on Stageit on 08.25.2012.
- published: 25 Aug 2012
- views: 329
- author: dcuebas
25:48
Panama: Take A Permanent Vacation | EX-PATS Ep. 6 Full | Reserve Channel
Savannah Jane Buffett (Jimmy Buffett's daughter) visits Panama City to meet KC Hardin, a 3...
published: 10 Jan 2013
author: reservechannel
Panama: Take A Permanent Vacation | EX-PATS Ep. 6 Full | Reserve Channel
Savannah Jane Buffett (Jimmy Buffett's daughter) visits Panama City to meet KC Hardin, a 39-year-old American who went from being a corporate lawyer to a youth hostel owner to restoring historic buildings in Panama City. Panama City has given KC many things including a beautiful wife, who is a Panama City native and has a thriving restoration business built with a social mission. Visit the Panama Canal, the Danilo Perez Foundation, and many other amazing places that KC's company has rebuilt. SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel: Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. Reserve Channel Social Media: FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* HOOKED UP w/ Tom Colicchio: full.sc ACROSS THE BOARD with Joy Bryant: full.sc ARTST TLK with Pharrell Williams: full.sc BE WELL WEEK with Dr. Lipman: full.sc ON THE TABLE with Eric Ripert: full.sc CAPTURE with Mark Seliger: full.sc EX-PATS: full.sc www.youtube.com
- published: 10 Jan 2013
- views: 10827
- author: reservechannel
44:39
Margarillas Backstage at Bristow, VA, 09.01.2012
The Margarillas webcast from Jimmy Buffett's dressing room in Bristow, VA, captured on Sta...
published: 01 Sep 2012
author: dcuebas
Margarillas Backstage at Bristow, VA, 09.01.2012
The Margarillas webcast from Jimmy Buffett's dressing room in Bristow, VA, captured on Stageit on 09.01.2012.
- published: 01 Sep 2012
- views: 99
- author: dcuebas
20:02
Jimmy Buffett Paris 2011 - The Whole Concert
Jimmy Buffett Paris 2011 The Whole Concert at L'Olympia Paris...
published: 06 Oct 2011
author: cabanaman999
Jimmy Buffett Paris 2011 - The Whole Concert
Jimmy Buffett Paris 2011 The Whole Concert at L'Olympia Paris
- published: 06 Oct 2011
- views: 3600
- author: cabanaman999
27:23
Desk Job to Preschool Teacher in Panama | EX-PATS Ep. 4 Full | Reserve Channel
Neil leaves his normal job in the states to open up a preschool for local indigenous child...
published: 18 Oct 2012
author: reservechannel
Desk Job to Preschool Teacher in Panama | EX-PATS Ep. 4 Full | Reserve Channel
Neil leaves his normal job in the states to open up a preschool for local indigenous children in Panama. His non-profit organization, Give & Surf, helps to enrich the local community of Bahia Honda through education and community development. For more information visit: giveandsurf.org Ex-Pats According to modern definition, EX-PATS are people temporarily or permanently residing in a country and culture other than that of their upbringing. Host Savannah Jane Buffett travels through foreign lands to discover the extraordinary stories of those who cut the home-cord, leaving behind a seemingly successful and ordinary existence in search of a place to live their dream life. FOLLOW @expats: full.sc Facebook: full.sc Google+: full.sc SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* BE WELL WEEK with Dr. Lipman: full.sc CAPTURE with Mark Seliger: full.sc ON THE TABLE with Eric Ripert: full.sc Desk Job to Preschool Teacher in Panama | EX-PATS Ep. 4 Full | Reserve Channel www.youtube.com
- published: 18 Oct 2012
- views: 8083
- author: reservechannel
35:49
Gotye "The Wall-Nuts" Interview with Barry "The Somebodies Guy"
The Wall-Nuts website folks (Lisa Orlando and Paige Zuckerman) must have been really bored...
published: 19 Feb 2013
author: harrellbugg
Gotye "The Wall-Nuts" Interview with Barry "The Somebodies Guy"
The Wall-Nuts website folks (Lisa Orlando and Paige Zuckerman) must have been really bored because they asked me to be interviewed for their website. I must admit that I was surprised that anyone would want to hear my story -- but then I realized that the behind the scenes story of my meeting Wally and what happened after that was kind of interesting, so I agreed to do it. Paige and Lisa asked Wall-Nuts members to ask the questions they wanted me to answer. Some of the same questions were asked by more than one member so we combined those questions into one question. The question were all very good as they hit all of the major points that I would have wanted to talk about and I want to say thank you to all of the people who submitted questions. This all seems over the top to me but I am happy to have the attention, it is fun especially at my age. The real reason I have this YouTube site is that my mother is disabled and lives in another state so I don't get to see her very often. She loves to hear me play and sing so I do this for her. Meeting Wally and the wonderful people I have met on YouTube have been such a wonderful and unexpected surprise from creating this site. Thank you all for your support and kind wishes. Your friend, Barry
- published: 19 Feb 2013
- views: 256
- author: harrellbugg
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6:34
Stand By Me - Japan
In the summer of 2011 the Playing For Change Band was invited to perform at Jazz Fest in N...
published: 22 Nov 2011
author: Playing For Change
Stand By Me - Japan
In the summer of 2011 the Playing For Change Band was invited to perform at Jazz Fest in New Orleans. While we were in town long-time friend of the project, Jimmy Buffett, invited us to a jam session on the roof of Margaritaville that rocked into the wee hours of the morning. The PFC Band kicked off the night with this tribute to the people of Japan who have been a affected by this past spring's Tsunami.
2:57
Jimmy Buffett tanker surfing
This is Jimmy Buffett catching tanker waves in Galveston Bay with James Fulbright....
published: 05 Jun 2010
author: James Fulbright
Jimmy Buffett tanker surfing
This is Jimmy Buffett catching tanker waves in Galveston Bay with James Fulbright.
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24:47
Stars Pay Tribute to Timothy White, Late Billboard Editor
This video was shown at concerts at Madison Square Garden and Boston's Fleet Center to ben...
published: 07 Feb 2013
author: Aquamanatee
Stars Pay Tribute to Timothy White, Late Billboard Editor
This video was shown at concerts at Madison Square Garden and Boston's Fleet Center to benefit Tim and Judy's boys Christopher and Alexander, who were 10-year-olds when he passed away in June of 2002. Those paying tribute on the video are James Taylor, Sheryl Crow, John Mellencamp, Billy Joel, Sting, Roger Waters, Don Henley, Jimmy Buffett and Bill Murray.
- published: 07 Feb 2013
- views: 58
- author: Aquamanatee
24:44
A Catamaran, Blonde Beauties & a Life in Paradise | EX-PATS Ep. 3 Full | Reserve Channel
Watch Captain Jamison, his crew of 3 beautiful blondes, and his family charter the KEKOA, ...
published: 13 Sep 2012
author: reservechannel
A Catamaran, Blonde Beauties & a Life in Paradise | EX-PATS Ep. 3 Full | Reserve Channel
Watch Captain Jamison, his crew of 3 beautiful blondes, and his family charter the KEKOA, a 55 foot catamaran, around the Virgin Islands. A family business of boat building quickly took a different turn when KEKOA, one of their masterpieces, was abandoned at sea after a strong storm. Jamison grabbed his family of 5, moved to St. John, and began chartering the reclaimed and repaired KEKOA all around the islands. EX-PATS w/ Savannah Jane Buffett According to modern definition, EX-PATS are people temporarily or permanently residing in a country and culture other than that of their upbringing. Host Savannah Jane Buffett travels through foreign lands to discover the extraordinary stories of those who cut the home-cord, leaving behind a seemingly successful and ordinary existence in search of a place to live their dream life. FOLLOW @expats: full.sc Facebook: full.sc Google+: full.sc SUBSCRIBE: full.sc Reserve Channel provides once-in-a-lifetime access to some of the more extraordinary people and places life has to offer. Whether it's traveling to exotic locales, getting inside the studio with iconic artists, or cooking alongside culinary legends, Reserve Channel has you on the list. This is where the content appetite of the cultural creatives is satisfied. FOLLOW US TWITTER: full.sc LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: full.sc GOOGLE+: full.sc *CHECK OUT OUR OTHER SHOWS* HOOKED UP w/ Tom Colicchio: full.sc ACROSS THE BOARD with Joy Bryant: full.sc ARTST TLK with Pharrell Williams: full.sc BE ...
- published: 13 Sep 2012
- views: 22059
- author: reservechannel
21:56
Relaxing Study Music Tiki Bar Lounge Beach Party Instrumental for studying or Luau Island songs
RELAX NOW. Subscribe to the #1 Best Virtual Vacation Beach Resort Trip - "WAVES: Virtual V...
published: 05 Nov 2012
author: HDnatureTV
Relaxing Study Music Tiki Bar Lounge Beach Party Instrumental for studying or Luau Island songs
RELAX NOW. Subscribe to the #1 Best Virtual Vacation Beach Resort Trip - "WAVES: Virtual Vacations" Relaxing Nature Videos: 15+ Million Views, Top Rated, Award Winning DVDs & Blu-Rays w/ Ocean Sounds. ON SALE NOW on Amazon.com - www.amazon.com VISIT OUR CHANNEL(S) & SUBSCRIBE! 8-) www.youtube.com OR www.youtube.com ≈ www.wavesdvd.com ≈ RELAX ESCAPE GETAWAY to the Best Beaches with Relaxing Music or nature sounds Romantic Guitar, Relaxing Piano, Cool Classical Music, Chillout Jazz, New Age Music, and more. Join us on the Beach. Relax, Study or Sleep. WELCOME to HAWAII on HD HAWAII BEACHES-1 DVD and Blu-ray shot in 1080p presented in 720p. This is the NATURE SOUNDS track choice from the bonus 24 min music video. The DVD offers 6 TRACKS to choose from: NATURE SOUNDS, HAWAIIAN GUITAR, PIANO MEMORIES, SOOTHING DREAMS, NIGHTCLUB JAZZ, & TIKI BAR LOUNGE. TROPICAL MUSIC INSTRUMENTAL Luau Tiki Bar Lounge Relaxing HD HAWAIIAN Beach Party Hula songs long playlist for studying to study to playlist - www.WavesDVD.com • MUSIC TIKI BAR LOUNGE MUSIC - royalty free music • VIDEO: "HD HAWAIIBEACHES 1" DVD / Blu-Ray by Greg Voevodsky. (NOTE - This is from the 24 min Bonus Music Video - Track 1) • FORMAT: HD 1080p with all natural Dolby 5.1 SURROUND SOUND recorded 'live' on location. • LOCATIONS: KAUAI, OAHU, MAUI, HAWAII DVD Verdict, "There is something very calming about these digital diversions -- a great escape the daily stressors and anxieties of life." JOIN US ON: YOUTUBE Ch #1 ...
- published: 05 Nov 2012
- views: 12339
- author: HDnatureTV
114:03
♫ Love Songs Are Forever 70 & 80's...II ♫
* 0:00:01 * ♫ I NEED TO BE IN LOVE ♫ Carpenters * 0:03:42 * ♫ WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU LO...
published: 25 Oct 2012
author: GalettoJCFG
♫ Love Songs Are Forever 70 & 80's...II ♫
* 0:00:01 * ♫ I NEED TO BE IN LOVE ♫ Carpenters * 0:03:42 * ♫ WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME ♫ Diana Ross * 0:07:39 * ♫ YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE ♫ George Benson & Roberta Flack * 0:10:23 * ♫ SURVIVE ♫ Jimmy Buffett * 0:15:06 * ♫ GONNA MAKE YOU CAN'T REFUGE ♫ Jimmy Helms * 0:18:40 * ♫ I MADE THROUGH THE RAIN ♫ Barry Manilow * 0:22:50 * ♫ INTO THE NIGHT ♫ Benny Mardones * 0:27:06 * ♫ AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN ♫ David Bowie * 0:31:46 * ♫ CHERISH ♫ Kool & The Gang * 0:35:35 * ♫ TO SIR WITH LOVE ♫ Lulu * 0:38:17 * ♫ SURPRISE ♫ Manchester * 0:41:54 * ♫ DON'T WALK AWAY ♫ Electric Light Orchestra (ELO) * 0:46:18 * ♫ COME BACK TO ME ♫ Leslie, Kelly & John Ford Coley * 0:50:16 * ♫ NO NIGHT SO LONG ♫ Dionne Warwick * 0:53:37 * ♫ I CAN'T HELP IT ♫ Andy Gibb & Olivia Newton John * 0:57:36 * ♫ PROMISE AIN'T ENOUGH ♫ Daryl Hall & John Oates * 1:03:06 * ♫ YOU GOT IT ALL ♫ The Jets * 1:07:02 * ♫ THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE ♫ Bucks Fizz * 1:10:50 * ♫ CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELING ♫ Reo Speedwagon * 1:15:29 * ♫ ALL TIME HIGH ♫ Rita Coolidge * 1:18:26 * ♫ EYE IN THE SKY ♫ Alan Parsons Project * 1:22:44 * ♫ ALL FOR A REASON ♫ Alessi Brothers * 1:26:22 * ♫ JUST THE WAY YOU ARE ♫ Barry White * 1:31:03 * ♫ IT'S A SAD AFFAIR ♫ Peter Frampton * 1:35:16 * ♫ I NEVER FALL IN LOVE ♫ Davitt Sigerson * 1:39:03 * ♫ NEVER LET HER GO ♫ David Gates * 1:42:01 * ♫ DEBORAH ♫ Jon Anderson & Vangelis * 1:46:48 * ♫ CHANGES ♫ Black Sabbath * 1:51:26 * ♫ PRELUDE ...
- published: 25 Oct 2012
- views: 719
- author: GalettoJCFG
67:03
Musicians@Google: Jimmy Buffett
Parrottheads unite! Award-winning rock legend, author, restaurant owner, and Sage of Key W...
published: 31 Jan 2009
author: AtGoogleTalks
Musicians@Google: Jimmy Buffett
Parrottheads unite! Award-winning rock legend, author, restaurant owner, and Sage of Key West Jimmy Buffett visits Google for a conversation about his work, his books, his hurricane relief efforts, and his passion for Google. Also joining him in performance are Coral Reefers Nadirah Shakoor and Mac McAnally. Jimmy Buffett is the man behind many songs in the American vernacular, from "Margaritaville" to "Cheeseburger in Paradise," to "Come Monday" and "It's Five o'Clock Somewhere." He has 8 Gold and 9 Platinum or multi-platinum albums from his thirty-year "summer job." His books have graced the top of the New York Times bestseller list in both fiction and non-fiction. He'll be speaking about his latest book, "Swine Not," as well as his more classic works, such as "A Salty Piece of Land." He is also behind the Margaritaville restaurants and casino. Portions of this appearance will be featured on Radio Margaritaville, his Sirius Radio Channel. This event took place on October 23, 2008, as part of the Musicians@Google series.
- published: 31 Jan 2009
- views: 92426
- author: AtGoogleTalks
4:36
carson interview may 5 1981
...
published: 26 Jan 2010
author: BuffettInfo
carson interview may 5 1981
- published: 26 Jan 2010
- views: 29496
- author: BuffettInfo
83:39
Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
...
published: 20 Nov 2011
author: Soosublime420
Jimmy Buffett Live in Anguilla
- published: 20 Nov 2011
- views: 26665
- author: Soosublime420
3:50
Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett - It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
Music video by Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett performing It's Five O' Clock Somewhere. (C) 200...
published: 03 Oct 2009
author: alanjacksonVEVO
Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett - It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
Music video by Alan Jackson;Jimmy Buffett performing It's Five O' Clock Somewhere. (C) 2003 BMG Music
- published: 03 Oct 2009
- views: 6625254
- author: alanjacksonVEVO
3:15
The Asshole Song By Jimmy Buffett
This is a comic song called 'The Asshole Song' by Jimmy Buffett. 'Its really good if you h...
published: 01 Nov 2006
author: bucknolem
The Asshole Song By Jimmy Buffett
This is a comic song called 'The Asshole Song' by Jimmy Buffett. 'Its really good if you have been cut up on the road'. Enjoy!!! Lyrics and added to the video by Michael Bucknole.
- published: 01 Nov 2006
- views: 1900141
- author: bucknolem
3:38
World Premiere Video: "Knee Deep" Feat. Jimmy Buffett
It's trouble in tropical paradise for Flody Boatwood and his siblings Brody and Jody as th...
published: 29 Jun 2011
author: zacbrownband
World Premiere Video: "Knee Deep" Feat. Jimmy Buffett
It's trouble in tropical paradise for Flody Boatwood and his siblings Brody and Jody as they maneuver the perils of Careyes, Mexico. Funny... some of these villains look kind of familiar...
- published: 29 Jun 2011
- views: 3442597
- author: zacbrownband
4:37
MargaritaVille
Jimmy Buffett Margaritaville...
published: 19 Jan 2006
author: islandboy12
MargaritaVille
Jimmy Buffett Margaritaville
- published: 19 Jan 2006
- views: 2498393
- author: islandboy12
2:50
Jimmy Buffett - Cheeseburger In Paradise
Music video by Jimmy Buffett performing Cheeseburger In Paradise. (C) 1978 Geffen Records...
published: 16 Jun 2009
author: JimmyBuffettVEVO
Jimmy Buffett - Cheeseburger In Paradise
Music video by Jimmy Buffett performing Cheeseburger In Paradise. (C) 1978 Geffen Records
- published: 16 Jun 2009
- views: 1125878
- author: JimmyBuffettVEVO
10:31
Jimmy Buffett "Come Monday/Changes In Latitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"...
published: 10 May 2011
author: LiveVideoAZ
Jimmy Buffett "Come Monday/Changes In Latitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
From the 2008 DVD "Scenes You Know By Heart"
- published: 10 May 2011
- views: 83380
- author: LiveVideoAZ
3:45
Come Monday ~ Jimmy Buffett
From "Tales From MargaritaVision"...
published: 04 Oct 2006
author: starsonthewater1
Come Monday ~ Jimmy Buffett
From "Tales From MargaritaVision"
- published: 04 Oct 2006
- views: 1630225
- author: starsonthewater1
3:56
Jimmy Buffet and Sean Payton NFC Championship Post-game Interview
Mike Nabors interviews Jimmy Buffett and Coach Sean Payton after the Saints NFC Championsh...
published: 01 Feb 2010
author: bigalgonefishing
Jimmy Buffet and Sean Payton NFC Championship Post-game Interview
Mike Nabors interviews Jimmy Buffett and Coach Sean Payton after the Saints NFC Championship win.
- published: 01 Feb 2010
- views: 10882
- author: bigalgonefishing
3:28
Jimmy Buffett Interview from Shrimpboat Studios
This is a unique piece of video. Ever wonder what happens behind the scenes BEFORE an inte...
published: 09 Dec 2006
author: terryandstaci
Jimmy Buffett Interview from Shrimpboat Studios
This is a unique piece of video. Ever wonder what happens behind the scenes BEFORE an interview you hear on the radio? Here's Terry and Staci of Miami's KISS Country Radio, with Jimmy Buffett at his Shrimpboat Studios in Key West. This is video that was taken before the actually on-air interview began.
- published: 09 Dec 2006
- views: 22112
- author: terryandstaci
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6:34
Stand By Me - Japan
In the summer of 2011 the Playing For Change Band was invited to perform at Jazz Fest in N...
published: 22 Nov 2011
author: Playing For Change
Stand By Me - Japan
In the summer of 2011 the Playing For Change Band was invited to perform at Jazz Fest in New Orleans. While we were in town long-time friend of the project, Jimmy Buffett, invited us to a jam session on the roof of Margaritaville that rocked into the wee hours of the morning. The PFC Band kicked off the night with this tribute to the people of Japan who have been a affected by this past spring's Tsunami.
2:57
Jimmy Buffett tanker surfing
This is Jimmy Buffett catching tanker waves in Galveston Bay with James Fulbright....
published: 05 Jun 2010
author: James Fulbright
Jimmy Buffett tanker surfing
This is Jimmy Buffett catching tanker waves in Galveston Bay with James Fulbright.
Youtube results:
4:09
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville (with lyrics)
Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" from 1977 (recorded in 1976) with lyrics. Enjoy andplease...
published: 21 Apr 2010
author: clj29360
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville (with lyrics)
Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" from 1977 (recorded in 1976) with lyrics. Enjoy andplease leave your comments! ____________________________________________________ Disclaimer: Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT in this video. This was uploaded for entertainment purposes ONLY. Property of ABC Records/Universal Music Group.
- published: 21 Apr 2010
- views: 614466
- author: clj29360
8:05
Jimmy Buffett "Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy......
published: 20 Aug 2011
author: AZLiveVideo
Jimmy Buffett "Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes/Why Don't We Get Drunk" Live
Jimmy from various live performances...Grab a Margarita and enjoy...
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Jimmy Buffett - Brown Eyed Girl [HD]
Jimmy Buffett - Brown Eyed Girl...
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Jimmy Buffett - Brown Eyed Girl [HD]
Jimmy Buffett - Brown Eyed Girl
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Jimmy Buffett interview at the 2009 Tour de France
Jimmy Buffett interview at the 2009 Tour de France...
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Jimmy Buffett interview at the 2009 Tour de France
Jimmy Buffett interview at the 2009 Tour de France
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26 Feb 2013
Jesus Diaz - . Scientists have found proof of a sunken continent in the Indian Ocean. According to a study published in Nature Geoscience, the continent “was separated from Madagascar and fragmented into a ribbon-like configuration by a series of mid-ocean ridge jumps during the opening of the Mascarene ocean basin.”. Its name is not Atlantis, though ... [Nature Geoscience via BBC News]. Image by Shutterstock ... Related Posts ... ....(size: 3.6Kb)
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25 Feb 2013
Just like Angelina Jolie's right leg last year, Oscar-winner Anne Hathaway's apparently 'alert' nipples inspired their own Twitter account and a flurry of cheeky hashtags last night. BY Bibby Sowray . 25 February 2013. Anne Hathaway's seemingly pointy nipples attracted a lot of attention. Photo. Getty. Poor Anne Hathaway, she's not been served well by fashion of late ... Related articles. Oscars 2013 fashion. red carpet hits and misses ... Photo ... ....(size: 4.9Kb)
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27 Feb 2013
Russian President Vladimir Putin told the country's top brass on Wednesday to drastically upgrade the armed forces in the next few years as part of response to attempts by the United States and NATO to "tip the strategic balance" in the world. In his address to Russia's defense ministry and top military officials, Putin said Russia is witnessing "insistent attempts" to change that balance and complained about U.S ... ....(size: 2.3Kb)
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26 Feb 2013
Article by WN.com Correspondent Dallas Darling. During the 19th and early 20th centuries developments in technology vastly transformed warfare. The age of machine guns, steam-powered battle ships, and tanks replaced the era of flintlock muskets, sailing wooden ships, and cannonballs. But these new and more lethal innovations also altered humanity and political systems ... World War I and II ... They will subversively disrupt entire societies....(size: 4.8Kb)
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26 Feb 2013
Updated. February 26, 2013 8.35AM. LUXOR, Egypt — A hot air balloon flying over Egypt’s ancient city of Luxor caught fire and crashed into a sugar cane field on Tuesday, killing at least 19 foreign tourists in one of the world’s deadliest ballooning accidents and handing a new blow to Egypt’s ailing tourism industry ... The balloon then shot up in the air, the investigator said ... The security official said all 18 bodies have been recovered ... ....(size: 6.2Kb)
The Examiner
27 Feb 2013
Jimmy Buffett and the Coral Reefer Band never fail to make summer a bit better with their unique brand of tropical tunes and island-inspired lyrics ... Jimmy Buffett 2013 tour dates. ... Nominees (Photos)Jimmy Buffett announces Virginia Beach concert (Video)Jimmy Buffett's luxury yacht available for charter in the Caribbean and Bahamas (Photos)Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville introduces Parrot Head sun care products....(size: 5.7Kb)
Dayton Daily News
27 Feb 2013
“Our team has been out talking to people, and we’re seeing some social media chatter ... Serious food. This strategy is evident in the placement of the casino’s restaurants, as well, which will include Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville, (Horseshoe Casino founder) Jack Binion’s Steak and Bobby’s Burger Palace, a gourmet hamburger restaurant owned by Bobby Flay, a bestselling author and familiar face on the Food Network ... Name entertainment....(size: 3.6Kb)
Yahoo Daily News
27 Feb 2013
IOWA CITY, Iowa (AP) — Bakir Hajdarevic didn't have to study for the most important test in a class last fall. He just had to spit — a lot ... Hajdarevic said he was eager to "find out about all the little mysteries" lurking in his DNA ... Boothe said she was amused when she learned that she shares northern European ancestors with the singer Jimmy Buffett, and when a third cousin she doesn't know sent her a message through the company ... ....(size: 5.9Kb)
Seattle Post
27 Feb 2013
IOWA CITY, Iowa (AP) — Bakir Hajdarevic didn't have to study for the most important test in a class last fall. He just had to spit — a lot ... Hajdarevic said he was eager to "find out about all the little mysteries" lurking in his DNA ... Boothe said she was amused when she learned that she shares northern European ancestors with the singer Jimmy Buffett, and when a third cousin she doesn't know sent her a message through the company ... ....(size: 5.9Kb)
New York Daily News
27 Feb 2013
Bakir Hajdarevic didn't have to study for the most important test in a class last fall. He just had to spit — a lot ... RELATED. LYING ON DATING PROFILES IS ALL IN DNA, SAY PSYCHOLOGISTS ... "I ran out of spit really quickly ... RELATED. U.N ... Boothe said she was amused when she learned that she shares northern European ancestors with the singer Jimmy Buffett, and when a third cousin she doesn't know sent her a message through the company....(size: 6.4Kb)
The Examiner
27 Feb 2013
Here is a brief list of the top casino properties in the Biloxi and Gulfport areas of Mississippi (select individual casino name for a more detailed review) ... In addition, it is complete with all the facilities of a luxury spa ... Margaritaville Casino and Restaurant – Seemingly a perfect match for the relaxed pace of life in Biloxi, the Jimmy Buffett empire has finally entered the casino business ... For more information. ... Tweet. 0 Email ... ....(size: 6.8Kb)
The Examiner
27 Feb 2013
Teens and tweens around the world will be flocking to bookstores this fall. The first official book from singer, songwriter, guitar-player and all-around music-sensation Cody Simpson will be published by HarperCollins. “Welcome to Paradise. My Journey,” is scheduled to publish in the U.S. on October 22, 2013 ... Cody Simpson ... Jimmy Buffett and the Coral Reefer BandSeaWorld Parks to add 'Madagascar Live!' show to select parks. Tweet ... ....(size: 7.3Kb)
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27 Feb 2013
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Springfield News-Sun
26 Feb 2013
Horseshoe Casino Cincinnati is ready to let the good times roll when it opens next week. But first, the $400 million casino at 1000 Broadway St ... It opens March 4. There also will be a look at three outward facing restaurants, including Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville Restaurant and Jack Binion’s Steak House ... ....(size: 1.5Kb)
Kypost
26 Feb 2013
CINCINNATI - Kristina Brate stood behind a blackjack table in Horseshoe Casino Cincinnati’s high-stakes table games room Tuesday morning, dealing and re-dealing a deck of shiny new cards to imaginary players ... to noon shift once the casino opens ... Those include Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville, Jack Binion’s Steak, the Spread Buffet and Bobby’s Burger Palace, the first Ohio location for celebrity chef Bobby Flay’s burger restaurant ... ....(size: 2.7Kb)
The Hollywood Reporter
26 Feb 2013
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26 Feb 2013
Greg Grunberg has been cast in a new pilot for ABC. The actor, who is best known for his starring role as telepathic police officer Matt Parkman on Heroes, will appear in David Shore's legal drama Doubt. Greg Grunberg at a charity event in Beverly Hills. Grunberg will play Mark, the older brother of protagonist Vince ... 1 of 11 ... Morrissey cancels 'Jimmy Kimmel Live!' appearance over 'Duck Dynasty' ... Jimmy Buffett lands 'Hawaii Five-0' role ... 1....(size: 8.6Kb)
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| Jimmy Buffett | |
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 Jimmy Buffett performing, January 2008 |
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| Background information | |
| Birth name | James William Buffett |
| Born | (1946-12-25) December 25, 1946 (age 65) Pascagoula, Mississippi |
| Origin | Mobile, Alabama, U.S. |
| Genres | Gulf and Western |
| Occupations | singer-songwriter, businessman, film producer |
| Years active | 1965–present |
| Labels | Barnaby, Dunhill, MCA, Margaritaville, Island, PolyGram |
| Associated acts | The Margartias, Alan Jackson, Glenn Frey, Eagles, Zac Brown Band |
| Website | Official Web Site |
James William "Jimmy" Buffett (born December 25, 1946) is an American singer–songwriter, film producer, businessman, and author. He is best known for his music, which often portrays an "island escapism" lifestyle. Together with his Coral Reefer Band, Buffett has recorded hit songs including "Margaritaville" (ranked 234th on the Recording Industry Association of America's list of "Songs of the Century"), and "Come Monday". He has a devoted base of fans known as "Parrotheads".
Aside from his career in music, Buffett is also a best-selling writer and is involved in two restaurant chains named after two of his best known songs, "Cheeseburger in Paradise" and "Margaritaville". He owns the Margaritaville Cafe restaurant chain and co-developed the Cheeseburger in Paradise restaurant concept with OSI Restaurant Partners (parent of Outback Steakhouse), which operates the chain under a licensing agreement with Buffett.
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Personal life[link]
Buffett spent part of his childhood in Mobile, Alabama.[1] In grade school years, he attended St. Ignatius School, where he played the trombone in the school band. He later lived in Fairhope, Alabama, mentioned by himself as his "Home Town" during a 2001 concert. He graduated high school from McGill Institute for Boys (now McGill-Toolen Catholic High School) in 1964. He began playing guitar during his college years at Pearl River Community College, The University of Southern Mississippi in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, and Auburn University where he received a bachelor's degree in journalism in 1969. He was initiated into the fraternity Kappa Sigma (ΚΣ) at the University of Southern Mississippi. After graduating from college, Buffett worked as a correspondent for Billboard magazine in Nashville, breaking the news of the separation of Flatt and Scruggs.
Buffett married Margie Washichek in 1969 and divorced in 1972. Buffett and his second wife Jane (née Slagsvol) have two daughters, Savannah Jane and Sarah Delaney, and an adopted son, Cameron Marley, and reside in Palm Beach, Florida. They were separated in the early 1980s, and later reconciled in 1991. Buffett also owns a home in St Barts, a Caribbean island where he lived on and off in the early 1980s while he was part-owner of the Autour de Rocher hotel and restaurant. An avid pilot, Buffett's flagship plane is a Dassault Falcon 900, call sign N908JB, that he often uses while on concert tour and traveling worldwide.
His father, John Delaney Buffett, Jr. died in 2003 at the age of 83.
Music[link]
Music career[link]
Buffett began his musical career in Nashville, Tennessee during the late 1960s as a country artist and recorded his first album, the folk rock Down to Earth, in 1970. During this time Buffett could be frequently found busking for tourists in New Orleans. Country music singer Jerry Jeff Walker took him to Key West on a busking expedition in November, 1971.[2] Buffett then moved to Key West and began establishing the easy-going beach bum persona for which he is known. Following this move, Buffett combined country, folk, and pop music with coastal as well as tropical lyrical themes for a sound sometimes called "gulf and western". Today, he is a regular visitor to the Caribbean island of Saint Barts and other islands where he gets inspiration for many of his songs and some of the characters in his books.
Buffett's third album was the 1973 A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean. Living & Dying in 3/4 Time and A1A both followed in 1974, Havana Daydreamin' appeared in 1976, followed by 1977's Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes, which featured the breakthrough hit song "Margaritaville".
With the untimely death of friend and mentor Jim Croce in September 1973, ABC Dunhill tapped Buffett to fill his space. Earlier, Buffett had visited Croce's farm in Pennsylvania and met with Croce in Florida.[3][4]
During the 1980s, Buffett made far more money from his tours than his albums and became known as a popular concert draw. He released a series of albums during the following twenty years, primarily to his devoted audience, and also branched into writing and merchandising. In 1985, Buffett opened a "Margaritaville" retail store in Key West and then in 1987, the Margaritaville Cafe was opened. During the 1980s Buffett played at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. He briefly changed the name of the band from "Coral Reefers" to the "Coral Reef Band" to suit the HLS&R's request as they thought "Reefers" was a drug related reference. HLS&R is a charity event that provides student grants to children and young adults that compete in agriculture contests (FFA).
Two of the more out-of-character albums were Christmas Island, a collection of Christmas songs, and Parakeets, a collection of Buffett songs sung by children and containing "cleaned-up" lyrics (like "a cold root beer" instead of "a cold draft beer").
In 1997, Buffett collaborated with novelist Herman Wouk to create a short-lived musical based on Wouk's novel, Don't Stop the Carnival. Broadway showed little interest in the play, (following the failure of Paul Simon's The Capeman) and it only ran for six weeks in Miami. He released an album of songs from the musical in 1998.
In August 2000 Buffett and the Coral Reefer Band played on the White House lawn for then President Bill Clinton.
In 2003, he partnered in a partial duet with Alan Jackson for the song "It's Five O'Clock Somewhere", a number one hit on the country charts. This song won the 2003 Country Music Association Award for Vocal Event of the Year.[5] This was Buffett’s first award of any kind for his music in his 30 year career.
Buffett's album, License to Chill, released on July 13, 2004, sold 238,600 copies in its first week of release according to Nielsen SoundScan. With this, Buffett topped the U.S. pop albums chart for the first time in his three-decade career.
Buffett continues to tour throughout the year although he has shifted recently to a more relaxed schedule of around 20–30 dates, and rarely on back-to-back nights, preferring to play only on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, thus the title of his 1999 live album Buffett Live: Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays. Purchasing tickets is difficult with most of his concerts selling out in minutes.
In the summer of 2005 Buffett teamed up with Sirius radio and introduced Radio Margaritaville, and as of November 2008 is also on XM radio channel 24.[6] Until this point Radio Margaritaville was solely an online channel. The channel broadcasts from the Margaritaville restaurant at Universal CityWalk in Orlando, Florida.
In August 2006, he released the album Take The Weather With You. The song "Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On" on this album refers to 2005's Hurricane Katrina. Also on the album he pays tribute to Merle Haggard with his rendition of "Silver Wings" and covers, with Mark Knopfler playing on the track, "Whoop De Doo."
On 8 December 2009, Jimmy Buffett released his 28th studio album entitled Buffet Hotel.
On 20 April 2010, a double CD of performances recorded during the 2008 and 2009 tours called Encores was released exclusively at Walmart, Walmart.com and Margaritaville.com.
Buffett partnered in a duet with the Zac Brown Band on the song "Knee Deep": released on Brown's 2010 album You Get What You Give, it became a hit country and pop single in 2011.
Of the over 30 albums Jimmy Buffett has released, as of October 2007, 8 are Gold Albums and 9 Platinum or Multi Platinum.[7] In 2003 Buffett won his first ever Country Music Award (CMA) for his song "It's 5 O'clock Somewhere" with Alan Jackson, and was nominated again in 2007 for the CMA Event of the Year Award for his song "Hey Good Lookin" which featured Alan Jackson and George Strait.
Musical style[link]
Buffett himself and others have used the term gulf and western to describe his musical style and that of other similar sounding performers.[8][9][10][11][12] The name derives from elements in Buffett's early music including musical influence from country and western, along with folk music and lyrical themes from the Gulf of Mexico coast. A critic described Buffett's music as a combination of "tropical languor with country funkiness into what some [have] called the Key West sound, or Gulf-and-western."[13] The term is a play on the name of the former megacorporation Gulf+Western (now part of National Amusements).
Other performers identified as gulf and western are often deliberately derivative of Buffett's musical style and some are tribute bands or, in the case of Greg "Fingers" Taylor, a former member of Jimmy Buffett's Coral Reefer Band.[14] They can be heard on Buffett's online Radio Margaritaville and on the compilation album series Thongs in the Key of Life. Gulf and western performers include Jim Bowley, [15] Kenny Chesney,[16] and Jim Morris.[17]
Writing[link]
Buffett has written three #1 best sellers. Tales from Margaritaville and Where Is Joe Merchant? both spent over seven months on The New York Times Best Seller fiction list. His book A Pirate Looks At Fifty went straight to No. 1 on the New York Times Best Seller non-fiction list, making him one of eight authors in that list's history to have reached No. 1 on both the fiction and non-fiction lists. The seven other authors who have accomplished this are Ernest Hemingway, John Steinbeck, William Styron, Irving Wallace, Dr. Seuss, Mitch Albom and Glenn Beck.
Buffett also co-wrote two children's books, The Jolly Mon and Trouble Dolls, with his eldest daughter, Savannah Jane Buffett. The original hard cover release of The Jolly Mon included a cassette tape recording of him and Savannah Jane reading the story accompanied by an original score written by Michael Utley.
Buffett's novel A Salty Piece of Land, was released on November 30, 2004, and the first edition of the book included a CD single of the song "A Salty Piece Of Land", which was recorded for License to Chill. The book was a New York Times best seller soon after its release.
Buffett's latest title, Swine Not?, was released on May 13, 2008.
Buffett is currently writing a follow-up to his autobiography A Pirate Looks at Fifty, which he says may take up to ten years to write and complete.
Buffett is one of several popular 'philosophers' whose quotations appear on the road signs of Project HIMANK in the Ladakh region of Northern India.
Film and television[link]
Buffett wrote the soundtrack for, co-produced and played a role in the 2006 film Hoot, directed by Wil Shriner and based on the book by Carl Hiaasen, which focuses on issues important to Buffett, such as conservation. The film was not a critical or commercial success. Among his other film music credits are the theme song to the short-lived 1993 CBS television series Johnny Bago; "Turning Around" for the 1985 film Summer Rental starring John Candy; "I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)" for the film Fast Times at Ridgemont High; "Hello, Texas" for the 1980 John Travolta film Urban Cowboy; and "If I Have To Eat Someone (It Might As Well Be You)" for the animated film FernGully: The Last Rainforest, which was sung in the film by rap artist Tone Loc.
In addition, Buffett has made several cameo appearances, including in Repo Man, Hook, Cobb, Hoot, Congo, and From the Earth to the Moon. He also made cameo appearances as himself in Rancho Deluxe (for which he also wrote the music) and in FM.[18] He made a Guest appearance in the season two of Hawaii Five-0 on CBS in 2011. Buffett reportedly was offered a cameo role in Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, but declined the offer.[19] In 1997, Buffett collaborated with novelist Herman Wouk on a musical production based on Wouk's 1965 novel Don't Stop the Carnival. In the South Park episode "Tonsil Trouble", an animated version of Buffett (but not voiced by Buffett) was seen singing "AIDSburger in Paradise" and "CureBurger in Paradise". Jimmy has also appeared on the Sesame Street special, Elmopalooza, singing "Caribbean Amphibian" with the popular Muppet, Kermit the Frog. Buffett appeared in an episode of Hawaii Five-O in November 2011. He played a helicopter pilot named Frank Bama, a character out of his novel, "Where is Joe Merchant". Another character mentioned that he preferred "margaritas"; Buffett's character replied, "You can't argue with that."
Business ventures[link]
Buffett has taken advantage of his name and the fan following for his music to launch several business ventures, usually with a tropical theme. He owns or licenses the Margaritaville Cafe and Cheeseburger in Paradise restaurant chains. As a baseball fan, he was part-owner of two minor league teams: the Fort Myers Miracle and the Madison Black Wolf. Between his restaurants, album sales, and tours, he earns an estimated US$100 million a year. He opened the Margaritaville store in Key West, Florida, in 1985.
In 1993, he launched Margaritaville Records, with distribution through MCA Records. His MCA record deal ended with the release of 1996's Christmas Island and he took Margaritaville Records over to Chris Blackwell's Island Records for a two record deal, 1998's Don't Stop The Carnival and 1999's Beach House On The Moon. In the fall of 1999, he started up Mailboat Records to release live albums. He partnered up with RCA Records for distribution in 2005 and 2006 for the two studio albums License To Chill and Take The Weather With You.
In 2006, Buffett launched a cooperative project with the Anheuser-Busch brewing company to produce his own beer under the Margaritaville Brewing label called Land Shark Lager.[20]
Another Margaritaville Casino was slated to be opening in Atlantic City, New Jersey but has been put on hold indefinitely.[21] Buffett has also licensed Margaritaville Tequila, Margaritaville Footwear and a Margaritaville Foods including Chips, Salsa, Guacamole, Shrimp, Chicken and more.
From May 8, 2009, through January 5, 2010, Sun Life Stadium] (formerly Dolphin Stadium) in Miami, the home of the Miami Dolphins, was named Landshark Stadium pursuant to an eight-month naming rights deal.[22][23] Buffett also wrote new lyrics for the team to his 1979 song "Fins", which is played during Dolphins home games.[24] Despite Buffet's partnership with the Dolphins, Buffet is a diehard New Orleans Saints fan, having attended the team's first game at Tulane Stadium in 1967 and later had Saints head coach Sean Payton serve as an honorary member of the Coral Reefer Band at a concert in New Orleans on April 1, 2012, in protest of Payton's suspension by the NFL as a result of the Saints' bounty scandal.[25]
In May 2011, Buffet announced that he had partnered with game makers THQ to make a Margaritaville game for Facebook and iOS devices. The game opened in closed beta to what's being referred to as the Buffet Beta Club. The game, which requires users to download Unity Engine for use on the Facebook API, is expected to release on Facebook in December 2011 and to iOS devices by the end of January 2012.[26]
Charity work[link]
Buffett has been involved in many charity efforts. In 1981 the Save the Manatee Club was founded by Buffett and former Florida governor Bob Graham.[27] Save the Manatee Club is the world's leading manatee protection organization.[28] West Indian Manatee In 1989, legislation was passed in Florida that introduced the "Save the Manatee" license plate, and earmarked funding for the Save the Manatee Club. One of the two manatees trained to interact with researchers at Mote Marine Laboratory is named Buffett after the singer.
The "Singing for Change" foundation was initially funded by proceeds from Buffett's 1995 concert tour, and provides grants to local charities in three main areas: children and family causes, environmental causes, and causes for disenfranchised groups.[29][30]
On November 23, 2004, Buffett raised substantial money at his "Surviving the Storm" Hurricane Relief Concert in Orlando, Florida to provide relief for hurricane victims in Florida, Alabama and the Caribbean affected by the four major hurricanes that year.[31]
Buffett performed in Hong Kong on January 18, 2008 for a concert that raised US$63,000 for the Foreign Correspondents' Club Charity Fund. This was his first concert in Hong Kong and it sold out within weeks. Not only did Buffett perform for the groundlings for free, but he also paid for the concertgoers' tequila and beer.[32]
On July 11, 2010, Buffett, a Gulf Coast native, put on a free concert on the beach in Gulf Shores, Alabama. The concert was Buffett's response to the BP oil disaster in the Gulf. The concert was aired on CMT television. The 35,000 free tickets were given away within minutes to help draw people back to Alabama's beaches. Buffett played several popular songs including "Fins", "Son of a Son of a Sailor", "A Pirate Looks at Forty" and a modified version of "Margaritaville" where the lyrics were changed in the chorus to "now I know, it's all BP's fault." The concert featured Jesse Winchester and Allen Toussaint.
Controversy[link]
The earliest controversy with Buffett was his recording of "God's Own Drunk" found on the live recorded album You Had to Be There. In 1983 the son of the late entertainer Lord Buckley sued Buffett for $11 million for copyright infringement claiming that Buffett took parts of the monologue from Buckley's A Tribute to Buckley and claimed it as his own work in "God's Own Drunk". The suit also alleged that Buffett's "blasphemous" rendition presented to the public a distorted impression of Lord Buckley.[33] A court injunction against Buffett prevented him from performing the song until the lawsuit was settled or resolved, so in 1986, when Buffett would get to the part of his show where he would normally perform "God's Own Drunk," he would say that he still wasn't allowed to play it because of the lawsuit and instead played a song he wrote called "The Lawyer and the Asshole" in which he accuses Buckley's son and lawyers as being greedy and tells them to "kiss his ass."
On October 6, 2006, it was reported that Buffett had been detained by French custom officials in Saint Tropez for allegedly carrying over 100 pills of ecstasy.[34][35][36] Buffett’s luggage was searched after his Dassault Falcon 900 private jet landed at Toulon-Hyères International Airport. He paid a fine of $300 and was released. A spokesperson for Buffett stated the pills in question were prescription drugs, but declined to name the drug or the health problem for which he was being treated. Buffett released a statement that the "ecstasy" was in fact, a Vitamin B supplement known as Foltx.[37]
In January 1996 Buffett's Grumman HU-16 airplane nicknamed "Hemisphere Dancer" was shot at by Jamaican police who believed the craft to be smuggling marijuana. The aircraft sustained minimal damage. The plane had been carrying Buffett as well as U2's Bono, and Island Records producer Chris Blackwell, and co-pilot Bill Dindy. They were not on board at the time.[who?] The Jamaican government acknowledged the mistake and apologized to Buffett who penned the song "Jamaica Mistaica" for his Banana Wind album based on the experience. The plane from the incident is now at Orlando City Walk's Margaritaville.[citation needed]
On February 4, 2001, he was ejected from the American Airlines Arena in Miami during a Miami Heat/New York Knicks basketball game for cursing. After the game, referee Joe Forte said that he ordered him moved during the fourth quarter because "there was a little boy sitting next to him and a lady sitting by him. He used some words he knows he shouldn't have used." Forte apparently didn't know who Buffett was, and censured Heat coach Pat Riley because he thought Riley—who was trying to explain to him who Buffett was—was insulting him by asking if he'd ever been a "Parrothead", the nickname for Buffett fans.[38] Buffett didn't comment immediately after the incident, but discussed it with Matt Lauer on The Today Show three days later.
Jimmy Buffett was paid $250,000 to perform a private show for ex-Tyco CEO Dennis Kozlowski. This show was part of a multiple day event held to celebrate Kozlowski's girlfriend and her birthday. Video footage of this performance is included in a CNBC television series known as "American Greed."[39]
Tour accident[link]
On January 26, 2011 (Australia Day), Buffett was performing a concert in Australia at Sydney's Hordern Pavilion and fell off the stage after an encore. A concert-goer said, "He just went over to the edge of the stage, like he had numerous times through the night, just to wave, and people were throwing stuffed toys and things at him. And he just took one step too many and just disappeared in a flash. He didn't have time to put his arms out to save himself or anything, he just dropped."[40][41][42] Coincidentally, one of Australia's leading trauma surgeons was at the concert and close to the stage; Dr. Gordian Fulde treated Buffett at the scene. Fulde said, "I thought he'd broken his neck." "I heard the clunk of his head on a metal ledge; he has a deep gash on his scalp, which is all right now." "But at first I thought, This guy is going to be a spinal injury."[40] Dr Fulde turned him on his side so he could breathe and administered first aid. Buffett regained consciousness within a few minutes. He was then transported to St Vincent's Hospital Emergency centre for treatment and was released the next day.[43]
Discography[link]
Main article: Jimmy Buffett discography
See also[link]
References[link]
- ^ Eng, S.: Jimmy Buffett: The Man from Georgia Revealed, page 39. St. Martin's Press, 1996.
- ^ Corcoran, Tom (2006). Jimmy Buffett The Key West Years. Marathon FL: Ketch & Yawl Press. p. 9. ISBN 978-0-9788949-0-0.
- ^ Steve Eng. The Man from Margaritaville Revealed. Page 144.
- ^ Mark Humphrey. Jimmy Buffett Scrap Book. Page 120.
- ^ cmaawards.com
- ^ "Channel Lineup - SiriusXM Radio". Siriusxm.com. http://www.siriusxm.com/channellineup#. Retrieved 2012-04-03.
- ^ riaa.com, RIAA Gold and Platinum Albums database. Retrieved 18 October 2007.
- ^ Alanna Nash. "Margaritaville Madness." Entertainment Weekly. 13 July 1990. Retrieved on 25 July 2009. "Buffett, 43, who crafts a sunny variant of calypso, salsa, country, and Memphis soul described as 'yacht rock' or 'gulf and western'..."
- ^ "Jimmy Buffett" at the Mississippi Writers Page. 5 August 2007. Retrieved on 25 July 2009. "...he began to mix country, folk, and pop music styles with tropical and coastal lyrical themes to create a musical sound sometimes called 'gulf and western.'"
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| Name | Buffett, Jimmy |
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| Date of birth | (1946-12-25) December 25, 1946 (age 65) |
| Place of birth | Pascagoula, Mississippi |
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