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Sea Song Videos Continued ~ J's

Sea Song Videos Continued ~ J's

Rhyming and Timing

Sea and sailing songs are replete with references to wishes, fishes, gins, winds, guys, skies, gals, pals, girls, pearls, fishes, wishes, dreams, beams, islands, highlands, horizons, enlivens, sails, tales, oceans, motions, cruises, boozes, bows, wows, pirates, parrots, floats, boats, attitudes, latitudes, treasures, leisures, frees, Keys, seas, breeze, blue, brew, cays, bays, waters, yachters, drinking, sinking, rigging, singing, seeing, being, pleasing, weasing, feeling, healing, whales, gales, storms, warms, crying, defying, dying, chilling, willing and thrilling. And so much more word play.

Here you will uncover more songs with themes of chillin' out and lazing around. Of growing older and staying young. Of acting out our inner pirate while staying young at heart and soul. Of getting away or even lost to rediscover oneself. Of old practices and new beginnings. Of love lost, renewed and found. Of respecting the sea. And of course, the sharing of drink and the singing with friends around.

Enjoy these J's:

Jack Johnson -  A Pirate Looks at Forty

"A Pirate Looks 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.

Watch 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 them dreams,

Most of them 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.

[Instrumental]

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile

And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.

And still could 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 occupations

just not around.

I feel like I've drowned,

Gonna head uptown.

"The Horizon Has Been Defeated"

The horizon has been defeated

by the pirates of the new age

alien casinos

The horizon has been defeated

by the pirates of the new age

alien casinos

well maybe it's just time to say

things can go bad

and make you want to run away

but as we grow older

the troubles just seems to stay

future complications

in the strings between the cans

but no prints can come from fingers

if machines become our hands

and then our feet become the wheels

and then the wheels become the cars

and then the rigs begin to drill

until the drilling goes too far

things can go bad

and make you want to run away

but as we grow older

the horizon begins to fade away

thingamajigsaw puzzled

anger don't you step too close

because people are lonely and only

animals with fancy shoes

hallelujah zig zag nothing

misery it's on the loose

because people are lonely and only

animals with too many tools

that can build all the junk that we sell

sometimes it makes you want to yell

things can go bad

and make you want to run away

but as we grow older

the horizon begins to fade away

Jim Morris:

ISLAND DAZE

Her therapist says she needs to get away

A place hard to reach with a long stretch of beach

The perfect hideaway

She’s not the kind to relax or just lay in the sun

When the plane touches down she glances around

And simply comes undone

Now everywhere she looks is like a picture from a 

magazine

Prettiest water she’s ever seen

A lovely shade of margarita green

Strolling along to the beat of the song that the 

man with the guitar plays

I bet she stays, she’s got that island daze

Yeah, I bet she stays she’s lost in that island daze

A tired businessman waits for his flight

The attendant explains they’re deicing the plane

We’ll leave some time tonight

Across the room he sees the Air Jamaica gate

He says don’t wait for me cause I think I might be j

ust a few weeks late

Now everywhere he looks is like a picture from a 

magazine

Prettiest water he’s ever seen

The perfect shade of margarita green

Walking along humming the song that the man 

with the steel drum plays

I bet he stays he’s got that island daze

Yeah, I bet he stays, he’s lost in that island daze

It’s the feeling you get when you’re on Island time

It affects what you think and how much you drink

It will change your mind

So when you’re blown off course don’t drift too 

far

Come and join me, you see, I’ll be the man at the 

end of the bar

Now everywhere they look is like a picture from a 

magazine

Prettiest water they’ve ever seen

The perfect shade of margarita green

Singing a tune to the tropical moon

Making love to the sound of the waves

I bet they stay lost in the island daze

Yeah I bet they stay they’ve got that island daze

Now everywhere I look is like a picture from a 

magazine

Prettiest water I’ve ever seen

The perfect shade of margarita green

I bet I could be a bartender

I wonder how much it pays

I bet I stay, I’m lost in that island daze

Yeah I’m gonna stay lost in that island daze.

Jimi Hendrix:

Drifting

Drifting

On a sea of forgotten teardrops

On a lifeboat

Sailing for

Your love

Sailing home

Drifting

On a sea of old heartbreaks

On a lifeboat

Sailing for

Your love

Sailing home

Jimmy Buffett:

The Many Faces of Jimmy Buffett

"Take It Back"

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!

Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes

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.

It's those 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.

[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

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]

I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine,

I wish I could jump on a plane.

And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.

God, I wish I was sailin' again.

Oh, yesterdays are 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

with these...

[Chorus]

Fins

She came down from Cincinnati.

It took her three days on a 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.

You got fins to the left, fins to the right,

and you're the only girl in town.

She's savin' up all of her money.

Wants to head 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 her load.

Boys keep her high as the months go by.

She's gettin' postcards from the road.

[Chorus]

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]

Margaritaville

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 nobodys 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

And I know it's my own damn fault

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

Its 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 seas in my veins, my tradition remains

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

John Denver:

"Calypso"

To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean, to ride on the crest of the wild raging storm.

To work in the service of life and the living, in search of the answers to questions unknown.

To be part of the movement and part of the growing, part of beginning to understand.

Aye, Calypso, the place's you've been to,

the things that you've shown us, the stories you tell.

Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the men who have served you so long and so well.

Like the dolphin who guides you, you bring us beside you

to light up the darkness and show us the way.

For though we are strangers in your silent world, to live on the land we must learn from the sea.

To be true as the tide and free as a wind swell, joyful and loving in letting it be.

Aye, Calypso, the place's you've been to,

the things that you've shown us, the stories you tell.

Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the men who have served you so long and so well.

Aye, Calypso, the place's you've been to,

the things that you've shown us, the stories you tell.

Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the men who have served you so long and so well.

John Prine:

Sailin' Around
Sailin' around, Sailin' around, Sailin' around,
I've been out sailin' around again
I've been sailin' around
But I can't get back to you.
Hangin' around, Hangin' around, Hangin' around
I've been out hangin' around again
I've been hangin' around
But I can't get back to you.
Chorus:
So tell where you been so long (sailin' around)
What have I done so wrong? (sailin' around)
Well, I'm so glad I finally found you
I can't wait to put my arms around you
Sailin' around, but I can't get back to you
Shoppin' around, Shoppin' around, Shoppin' around,
I've been shoppin' around again
I've been shoppin' around
But I can't get back to you.
Repeat Chorus:
Sailin' around, Sailin' around, Sailin' around,
I've been sailin' around again
I've been sailin' around but I can't get back to you.
I've been sailin' around but I can't get back to you.

I've been sailin' around but I can't get back to you.

Joan Baez:

Blowin' In The Wind"

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly

Before they're forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, how many years can a mountain exist

Before it's washed to the sea?

Yes, how many years can some people exist

Before they're allowed to be free?

Yes, how many times can a man turn his head

Pretending he just doesn't see?

The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, how many times must a man look up

Before he can really see the sky?

Yes, how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died?

The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

"Boots Of Spanish Leather"

(originally by Bob Dylan)

Well I'm sailin away my own true love.

I'm sailin' away in the mornin'

Is there something I can send you from across the sea,

From the place where I'll be landin'?

No, there's nothing you can bring me my own true love.

There's nothing I wish to be ownin'.

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean.

Well I just though you might want something fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of Madrid

Or the coast of Barcelona.

If I had the stars from the darkest night

And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,

I'd foresake them all for your sweet kiss,

For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'

That I might be gone a long old time,

And it's only that I'm askin'.

Is there something I can give you to remember me by,

To make your time more easy passin'?

Oh how can, how can you ask me again?

It only brings me sorrow.

For the same thing that I want from you today

I would want again tomorrow.

Well I got a letter on a lonesome day.

It was from her ship a'sailin'.

Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again.

It depends on how I'm feelin'."

Well if you my love must think that a'way

I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'.

I'm sure your heart is not with me

But with the country where you're goin'.

So take heed, take heed of the Western wind.

Take heed of the stormy weather.

And yes, there's something you can send back to me;

Spanish boots of spanish leather.

Joe Cocker:

"Sail Away"

In America you'll get food to eat

Won't have to run through the jungle

And scuff up your feet

You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day

It's great to be an American

Ain't no lions or tigers-ain't no mamba snake

Just the sweet watermelon and the buckwheat cake

Ev'rybody is as happy as a man can be

Climb aboard, little wog-sail away with me

Sail away-sail away

We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

Sail away-sail away

We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

In America every man is free

To take care of his home and his family

You'll be as happy as a monkey in a monkey tree

You're all gonna be an American

Sail away-sail away

We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

Sail away-sail away

We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

Jordon Reyne:

I'm ending this post with Jimmy at the helm:

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