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songs that come to mind when boating I was riding on the Mayflower When I thought I spied some land Start again Wait a minute now man Okay, take 2 I was riding on the Mayflower When I thought I spied some land I yelled for Captain Arab, I have you understand Who came a-running to the deck Said, "Boys, forget the whale Where goin' over yonder, cut the engines, change the sails" "Haul on the bowline", we sang that melody Like all tough sailors do When they are far away at sea "I think I'll call it America" I said as we hit land I took a deep breath I fell down, I could not stand Captain Arab, he started writing up some deeds He said, "Let's set up a fort And start buyin' the place with beads" Just then this cop comes down the street Crazy as a loon He throws us all in jail, for carryin' harpoons Ah, me I busted out, don't even ask me how I went to get some help I walked by a Guernsey cow Who directed me down, to the Bowery slums Where people carried signs around, sayin', "Ban the bums" I jumped right into line, sayin' "I hope that I'm not late" When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight I went into a restaurant lookin' for the cook I told them I was the editor Of a<b> famous </font></b>etiquette book The waitress, he was handsome He wore a powder-blue cape I ordered some suzette I said, "Could you please make that crepe" Just then the whole kitchen, exploded from boilin' fat Food was flyin' everywhere, I left without my hat Now, I didn't mean to be nosy But I went into a bank To get some bail for Arab And all the boys back in the tank They asked me for some collateral And I pulled down my pants They threw me in the alley When up comes this girl from France Who invited me to her house I went, but she had a friend Who knocked me out and robbed my boots And I was on the street again Well, I rapped upon a house With the U.S. flag upon display I said, "Could you help me out? I got some friends down the way" The man says, "Get out of here I'll tear you limb from limb" I said, "You know, they refused Jesus, too" He said, "You're not Him" "Get out of here before I break your bones I ain't your pop" I decided to have him arrested And I went looking for a cop I ran right outside, I hopped inside a cab I went out the other door, this Englishman said, "Fab" As he saw me leap a hot stand And a chariot that stood Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood I ran right through the front door Like a hobo sailor does But it was just a funeral parlor And the man asked me who I was I repeated that my friends were all in jail With a sigh He gave me his card, he said "Call me if they die" I shook his hand and said, "Goodbye" Ran out to the street When a bowling ball came down the road And knocked me off my feet A pay phone was ringing And it just about blew my mind When I picked it up and said, "Hello" This foot came through the line Well, by this time I was fed up At tryin' to make a stab At bringin' back any help For my friends and Captain Arab I decided to flip a coin Like either heads or tails Would let me know, if I should go Back to ship or back to jail So I, hocked my sailor suit And I got a coin to flip It came up tails, it rhymed with sails So I made it back to the ship Well, I got back And took the parkin' ticket off the mast I was ripping it to shreds When this Coast Guard boat went past They asked me my name, and I said, "Captain Kidd" They believed, me but they wanted to know What exactly that I did I said, for the Pope, of Eruke I was employed They let me go right away, they were very paranoid Well, the last I heard of Arab He was, stuck on a whale That was married to the deputy, sheriff of the jail But the funniest thing was When I was leavin' the bay I saw three ships a-sailin' They were all heading my way I asked the captain what his name was And how come he didn't drive a truck He said his name was Columbus I just said, "Good luck" |
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yes! bring it all back home!
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" O the weary cutters and O the weary sea O the weary cutters have taken my laddie from me They've pressed him far away foreign With Nelson beyond the salt sea O the lousy cutters and O the weary sea O the lousy cutters have stolen my laddie from me They always come in the night They never come in the day They come at night and steal the laddies away O the weary cutters and O the weary sea O the weary cutters have taken my laddie from me I'll give the cutter a guinea I'll give the cutter no more I'll give him a guinea to steal my laddie ashore" "Weary Cutters" - Steeleye Span (traditional)
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Dylan's songs helped frame my thoughts in the '60s. My absolute favorite was Highway 61 Revisited.
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Dylan's songs helped frame my thoughts in the '60s. My absolute favorite was Highway 61 Revisited.
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8/13/2023 8:38 am |
"A Pirate's Look at Forty" "Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall You've seen it all, you've seen it all Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder I'm an over-forty victim of fate Arriving too late, arriving too late I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast Never meant to last, never meant to last And I have been drunk now for over two weeks I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin' Down to rock bottom again Just a few friends, just a few friends (instrumental) I go for younger women, lived with several awhile Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day Still could manage to smile Just takes a while, just takes a while Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown Coda: I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown..." Jimmy Buffett, 1974, from the "A-1-A" album...
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