A Pirate Looks at Forty (no pun intended)

[AcWxRadar]

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 treasure
That 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.

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.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
but I've got to stop wishin', got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again. Just a few friends,
Just a few friends.

I go for younger women,
Lived with several awhile,
And though I ran away, They'll come back one day.
And still I can manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

Mother mother ocean,
after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being
my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown.



RADAR

 

[AcWxRadar]

Son of a Son, Son of a Son of a Sailor

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

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
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

 

[AcWxRadar]

Welcome to...

The Parrot Head Party!!!!​

Gordy

Having a blast! Please join in!

 

[AcWxRadar]

Volcano Blows!

Now, I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Let me say it now
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow

Ground, she movin’ under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulfur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly

I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow

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


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

But I don’t want to land in New York City
I don’t want to land in Mexico
I don’t want to land on no Three Mile Island
I don’t want to see my skin a-glow

Don’t want to land in Comanche Sky Park
or in Nashville, Tennessee
I don’t want to land in no San Juan airport or
the Yukon Territory

Don’t want to land no San Diego
Don’t want to land in no Buzzards Bay
I don’t want to land on no Ayatollah
I got nothin’ more to say

 

[stogie5150]

Getting cold in Nebraska, eh?

Growing Older But Not Up

For all those who don't feel as old as they are and never will
I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstops position
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
Im no pete rose, I can't pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible, these brittle bones don't bend

Chorus:
Im growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im 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 bodys quite flexible, that barnacle brain don't bend

Chorus:
Im growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
Id rather die while Im livin than live while Im 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 it's toll as we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical fitness
So what the hell, well take it right to the end
As the days grow more complicated the nightlife still wins

Chorus:
Im growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of change blow over my head
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im dead
Let those winds of time blow over my head
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im dead



( I live this song every day, BTW, much to my wife's chagrin )

 

[SatelliteAV]

arrrrr..... ye pyrates ..... been takin' of the spirits?

Get yur booty back to ye ole pub member area. You be scarin' de children in deez regions.

Now if yur talkin be 'bout satellite, and yur eye patch be removed, ye be welcome in deez parts!

 

[AcWxRadar]

arrrrr..... ye pyrates ..... been takin' of the spirits?

Get yur booty back to ye ole pub member area. You be scarin' de children in deez regions.

Now if yur talkin be 'bout satellite, and yur eye patch be removed, ye be welcome in deez parts!

Arrrr matie, no pirates aboard this ship! Just in spirit.

Me matie cap'n Buffet was just a callin' to hoist the riggin's for a good ol' song on the wind.

I was sailing me ship, ye see lad, o'er the waters. Just a searchin' mind ye. Don thar on that bluegrassy channel, when me and me crew run up agin an old mate, a mate which be singin'!

He be lurin' us o'er to join 'm in a pint of rum and a song to be sanged!

Arr, me good ol' mate, Jim Buffet! He be singin' old runes from me days of green timbers.....


Seriously though, the Bluegrass Channel (on 97.0W) is one of my favorites. I just happened to catch Jimmy Buffet on it. Put me in a mood, so to speak. Way back when, my friends and I used to have Parrot Head parties and listen to JB and get crazy drinking rum. We really had a time! Lobsters, crabs, fish and steaks to eat, Coronas and Margaritis to drink and all the Jimmy Buffet and Caribbean music that we could play. Sandbar volleyball or football in the afternoon sun on the river and a late night bon-fire under the stars.

Sounds fun, doesn't it?

RADAR

 

[AcWxRadar]

Getting cold in Nebraska, eh?

Yes, a little colder now, but not too bad yet. It is 20 degrees outside right now, it should warm up a bit over the day.

I am forced to take vacation before the end of the year (new company policy) and I got sick during my vacation. So, I am really bored out of my mind just sitting around the house and going stir crazy.

Why couldn't I have had this time off from work when it was warm and I was feeling chipper?!

RADAR