Lyrics to ASPOL
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Goodman
- Fruitcake
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Lyrics to ASPOL
I been playin this tune to death in my car cause it just loops around and I like it. Does anybody got the lyrics to this "sea-chanty"?
I know Jimmy Buffett, Jimmy Buffett is a friend of mine. Son, you're no Jimmy Buffett!
As quoted by Marvin Gardens 4/1/89
As quoted by Marvin Gardens 4/1/89
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Mr Play
- On a Salty Piece of Land
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They're over here; Lou A1A gets the credit for finding the song before it was available. 
http://www.buffettnews.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=29442
I was listening for answers
That I could not really hear.
When the words of a wise, old Indian
Put a conch shell to my ear.
And I took off for the ocean,
I was searching for the coast.
Painting pictures of my visions
With the words from Grandma Ghost.
Hiding from the dragons,
Writing for the sea.
Singing ballads from my childhood,
A pirate's life for me.
Survivors seem to function best,
When peril is at hand.
Where the song of the ocean,
Meets a salty piece of land.
I was force-fed my religion,
But I somehow saved my smile.
Tapped into my instincts,
As I headed towards exile.
'Cleopatra' did not own a barge,
But a schooner was her home.
She had centuries of stories,
And there's wisdom in her bones.
She was on a sacred mission,
And she told me of a place.
Where I man could hide forever,
But never lose his faith.
So I saddled up my seahorse,
With a fly-rod in my hand.
I was not looking for salvation,
Just a salty piece of land.
Some days Cayo Loco shines,
Like the stars up in the sky.
And the seabirds, they do touch-n-goes,
As the world just tangos by.
But there are times when she is hidden,
Beneath the wild and crashing waves.
And the patron saint of lightning,
Keeps the sailors from their graves.
Some say it is a blinding sword,
Pointing out into the sea.
While others say her guiding light,
Leads towards eternity.
Still I sit in contemplation,
And I just don't understand.
This mysterious attraction,
Of this salty piece of land.
Still I search the constellations,
And the tiny grains of sand.
Where the song of the ocean,
Meets the salty piece of land.
http://www.buffettnews.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=29442
I was listening for answers
That I could not really hear.
When the words of a wise, old Indian
Put a conch shell to my ear.
And I took off for the ocean,
I was searching for the coast.
Painting pictures of my visions
With the words from Grandma Ghost.
Hiding from the dragons,
Writing for the sea.
Singing ballads from my childhood,
A pirate's life for me.
Survivors seem to function best,
When peril is at hand.
Where the song of the ocean,
Meets a salty piece of land.
I was force-fed my religion,
But I somehow saved my smile.
Tapped into my instincts,
As I headed towards exile.
'Cleopatra' did not own a barge,
But a schooner was her home.
She had centuries of stories,
And there's wisdom in her bones.
She was on a sacred mission,
And she told me of a place.
Where I man could hide forever,
But never lose his faith.
So I saddled up my seahorse,
With a fly-rod in my hand.
I was not looking for salvation,
Just a salty piece of land.
Some days Cayo Loco shines,
Like the stars up in the sky.
And the seabirds, they do touch-n-goes,
As the world just tangos by.
But there are times when she is hidden,
Beneath the wild and crashing waves.
And the patron saint of lightning,
Keeps the sailors from their graves.
Some say it is a blinding sword,
Pointing out into the sea.
While others say her guiding light,
Leads towards eternity.
Still I sit in contemplation,
And I just don't understand.
This mysterious attraction,
Of this salty piece of land.
Still I search the constellations,
And the tiny grains of sand.
Where the song of the ocean,
Meets the salty piece of land.
It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening
Truly was our night to win
But the authorities insist on my leaving
Take care my American friend
Truly was our night to win
But the authorities insist on my leaving
Take care my American friend
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Goodman
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Lyrics to ASPOL
Four Play
That's one helluva play! I am indebted. Thanks. Owe you one.
That's one helluva play! I am indebted. Thanks. Owe you one.
I know Jimmy Buffett, Jimmy Buffett is a friend of mine. Son, you're no Jimmy Buffett!
As quoted by Marvin Gardens 4/1/89
As quoted by Marvin Gardens 4/1/89
