Monday, April 24, 2006

A Pirate Looks at 40,50,60. In My Case 70

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
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

Hey. This is a familiar ode. Where's this from?
It's from your subconscious, Leo.

And mine.

And every man who has drunk from the deep.
Nah. I have no subconscious. It's all on the surface. I ain't got time to be deep, nor do I drink from it any more.

I searched google and then went to This is a Jimmy Buffett song from 1974 called "A Pirate Looks at 40".
Hey. I was just lookin' round the blogworld. When, Ted, did you do the "We want Mike post"? Guess who else found Mike? Our buddy "Spoke" has been there recently.
Ha !

I recall Mike kinda told us to bugger off because he's too busy, didn't he?
I didn't leave no comments, but spoke did.
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