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Disc 1 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDES
Jimmy Buffett 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. 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...(to 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...(to chorus) -
Disc 1 - Domino College
Domino College
Jimmy Buffett & Dan Fogelberg 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
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
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
You may not learn to read or write
But you will surely learn to roll them bones Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school They don't rap your knuckles
If you cut the class
They just track you through the jungle boy
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
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
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school Oh, Jan -
Disc 1 - Waiting In Vain
Waiting In Vain Don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love.
From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl,
My heart says follow t'rough.
But I know, now, that I'm way down on your line,
But the waitin' feel is fine:
So don't treat me like a puppet on a string,
'Cause I know I have to do my thing.
Don't talk to me as if you think I'm dumb;
I wanna know when you're gonna come - soon.
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love,
'Cause if summer is here,
I'm still waiting there;
Winter is here,
And I'm still waiting there.
Like I said: It's been three years since I'm knockin' on your door,
And I still can knock some more:
Ooh girl, ooh girl, is it feasible?
I wanna know now, for I to knock some more.
Ya see, in life I know there's lots of grief,
But your love is my relief:
Tears in my eyes burn - tears in my eyes burn
While I'm waiting - while I'm waiting for my turn,
See!
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love, oh!
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna wait in vain.
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna wait in vain.
No, I don't wanna (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -
No I - no I (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't
Wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -
No, no-no, I, no, I (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -
It's your love that I'm waiting on (I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);
It's me love that you're running from.
It's Jah love that I'm waiting on (I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);
It's me love that you're running from.
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Disc 1 - When Salome Plays the Drum
WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUM
Jimmy Buffett 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 wronga INSTRUMENATAL 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 wronga Oh won't your take them to the carnival
Let them play for hours
Tonight the weather feels so right
Tomorrow may be showers -
Disc 1 - Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUIT
Jimmy Buffett Grapefruit
Bathing suit
Chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night Drive-in
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 the plane all 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 crying. Ten speed
No need
My pick-up gets me where I please
Shuggin' sown the street.
But I'll be leavin'
In a little while
So close your eyes and I'll
Be back real soon (Repeat bridge)
(Repeat first verse)
1973 ABC/Dunhill Music Inc (BMI)
All Rights Reserved -
Disc 1 - Come Monday
COME MONDAY
Jimmy Buffett Headin' up to San Francisco
for the Labor Day weekend 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' so. (Chorus)
Come Monday It'll be all right,
Come Monday I'll be holding 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 your off on vacation,
somethin' you tried to explain.
And darlin' I love you so that's
the reason I just let you go. Chorus I can't help it honey,
your that much a part of me now.
Remember the night in Montana when
we said there'd be no room for doubt. I hope your 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. End Chorus -
Disc 1 - They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
Jimmy Buffett 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)
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved -
Disc 1 - It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
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
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
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
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
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
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
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
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Disc 1 - Cheeseburger in Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISE
Jimmy Buffett 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 have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat. Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise. Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn. But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed! Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
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 a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. -
Disc 1 - King of Somewhere Hot
King of Somewhere Hot
Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald, Wm. Salter & Robert. Greenidge 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 Chorus
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)
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 Chorus
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 -
Disc 1 - Treat Her Like A Lady
TREAT HER LIKE A LADY
Jimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins 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 to make a' 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 wrong 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. -
Disc 1 - Still In Paradise (with Bankie Banx)
Still In Paradise I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
This one's for them babies bigots?
In Madison Avenue
In their stretch limosines
And three page contracts too
And the ??hair of the trendies?
Who didn't have a clue
And if they did, didn't know what to do
And for my buddies in freight elevators
And 8th Avenue
With their flight-cases and axes
And their tokens too
Intelligenes
Show shredded jeans (dreams)?
But still survived by gigs and scenes
And for Bob and they boys
Down in Washington square
I miss you all, I just wish you were here
I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
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Disc 1 - Weather With You
Weather With You
Neal Finn & Tim Finn Walking 'round the room singing
Stormy Weather
at 57 Mt. Pleasant St.
Now it's the same room but everything's different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream Things ain't cookin' 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
Everywhere you go
You always take the weather with you -
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb 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 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'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
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 UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea -
Disc 2 - Brown Eyed Girl
BROWN EYED GIRL
Van Morrison 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
With our hearts a thumpin'
It 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'
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's the time all gone Can't remember back then Lord
Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout
Makin' love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With 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 -
Disc 2 - Carnival World
CARNIVAL WORLD
Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth & 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' at 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
Before it's taken from your hand
There's no free ride in this carnival world Too many hawkers on this travelin' show
Everybody's got something to sell
Bootleg Swatches, cardboard Gucci gear
Watch your step at the wishing well What's mine is mine
If it's only one thin dime
My cash has always meant to flow (Chorus)
Spend it while you can, etc..........
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 knockin' at your door. (Chorus)
Spend it while you can....
....there's no free ride in this carnival world.
There's no free ride in this carnival world. -
Disc 2 - Autour Du Rocher
Autour Du Rocher
Jimmy Buffett, Henri Ledee, Leon Ledee, Marcel Limodin & Jean-Jacques Kraif 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 -
Disc 2 - Son of A Son of A Sailor
Jimmy Buffett As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their 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've 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 greets 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 tide 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'll 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. -
Disc 2 - That's My Story And I'm Stickin' To It
THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKIN' TO IT
Jimmy Buffett and Jay OliverKindergarten
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 Repeat Chorus I will play the game
I still stay the same
I will play the game
Believe me or not Repeat 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. -
Disc 2 - In My Room
In My Room There's a world where I can go
And tell my secrets to
In my room
In my room
In this world I lock out
All my worries and my fears
In my room
In my room
Do my dreaming and my scheming lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing laugh at yesterday
Now it's dark and I'm alone
But I won't be afraid
In my room
In my room
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Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty/Redemption Song
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY
Jimmy Buffett 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. -
Disc 2 - Volcano
VOLCANO
Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey 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.
Sulphur smoke up in the sky.
Pretty soon we learn to fly Chorus
Let me hear you, now
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. Chorus No time to count what I'm worth,
cause I just left the planet Earth.
Where I go I hope there's rhum.
Not to worry mon soon come. Chorus 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 in no San Diego.
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
I don't want to land on no Ayahtolla.
I got nothin' more to say. -
Disc 2 - Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana)
DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA)
Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt 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
Do the despreation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
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 going
Don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailer en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Hear the people singing the same old
haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos -
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLE
Jimmy Buffett 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. Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault. Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing 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. Wasted 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. Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' 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 -
Disc 2 - Southern Cross
Southern Cross Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.
She was makin' for the trades on the outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete Bay.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of the waterline.
Nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' 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 now why you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left and music is her name.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
But somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you.
At the Southern Cross.
-
Disc 2 - Fins
FINS
Jimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran 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' (closin'in) 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. -
Disc 2 - Distantly In Love
DISTANTLY IN LOVE
Jimmy Buffett 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 Chorus:
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 Chorus
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 -
Disc 2 - Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
CHANSON POUR LES PETITS ENFANTS
Jimmy Buffett 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
Chason 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 racoons 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 Bushdoctor 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 -
Disc 2 - That's What Living is to Me
THAT'S WHAT LIVING IS TO ME
Jimmy Buffett 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 Chorus
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 Chorus
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. -
Disc 2 - One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOUR
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb 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 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'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
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 UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea -
Disc 3 - Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
CHANSON POUR LES PETITS ENFANTS
Jimmy Buffett 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
Chason 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 racoons 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 Bushdoctor 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 -
Disc 3 - That's What Living is to Me
THAT'S WHAT LIVING IS TO ME
Jimmy BuffettJason 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 Chorus
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 Chorus
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. -
Disc 3 - One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOUR
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb 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 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'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
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 UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea -
Disc 3 - Domino College
Domino College
Jimmy Buffett & Dan Fogelberg 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
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
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
You may not learn to read or write
But you will surely learn to roll them bones Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school They don't rap your knuckles
If you cut the class
They just track you through the jungle boy
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
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
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school Oh, Jan -
Disc 3 - When Salome Plays the Drum
WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUM
Jimmy Buffett 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 wronga INSTRUMENATAL 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 wronga Oh won't your take them to the carnival
Let them play for hours
Tonight the weather feels so right
Tomorrow may be showers -
Disc 3 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISE
Jimmy Buffett 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 have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat. Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise. Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn. But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed! Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
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 a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. -
Disc 3 - Treat Her Like A Lady
TREAT HER LIKE A LADY
Jimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins 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 to make a' 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 wrong 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. -
Disc 3 - Still In Paradise (with Bankie Banx)
Still In Paradise I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
This one's for them babies bigots?
In Madison Avenue
In their stretch limosines
And three page contracts too
And the ??hair of the trendies?
Who didn't have a clue
And if they did, didn't know what to do
And for my buddies in freight elevators
And 8th Avenue
With their flight-cases and axes
And their tokens too
Intelligenes
Show shredded jeans (dreams)?
But still survived by gigs and scenes
And for Bob and they boys
Down in Washington square
I miss you all, I just wish you were here
I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
-
Disc 3 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDES
Jimmy Buffett 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. 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...(to 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...(to chorus) -
Disc 3 - Autour Du Rocher
Autour Du Rocher
Jimmy Buffett, Henri Ledee, Leon Ledee, Marcel Limodin, Jean-Jacques Kraif 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. -
Disc 3 - It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
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
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
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
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
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
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
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
-
Disc 3 - Son of a Son of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILOR
Jimmy Buffett As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their 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've 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 greets 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 tide 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'll 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. -
Disc 3 - Volcano
VOLCANO
Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey 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.
Sulphur smoke up in the sky.
Pretty soon we learn to fly Chorus
Let me hear you, now
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. Chorus No time to count what I'm worth,
cause I just left the planet Earth.
Where I go I hope there's rhum.
Not to worry mon soon come. Chorus 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 in no San Diego.
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
I don't want to land on no Ayahtolla.
I got nothin' more to say. -
Disc 3 - Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)
DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA)
Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt 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
Do the despreation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
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 going
Don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailer en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Hear the people singing the same old
haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos -
Disc 3 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLE
Jimmy Buffett 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. Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault. Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing 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. Wasted 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. Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' 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 -
Disc 3 - A Pirate Looks at Forty/Redemption Song
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY
Jimmy Buffett 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. -
Disc 3 - Fins
FINS
Jimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran 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' (closin'in) 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. -
Disc 3 - Distantly in Love
DISTANTLY IN LOVE
Jimmy Buffett 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 Chorus:
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 Chorus
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