 Song Lyrics -> Beach House on the Moon
Beach House On The Moon by Jimmy Buffett  Cameron’s getting logical A Vulcan in disguise The mysteries of the night are Putting sparkles in his eyes He’s looking for sound reasoning But the best that I can do Is this transcendental story That I’ll pass along to you Past the falls they call Victoria Down the river named the Nile Drifts a tiny little handmade boat It’s shaped just like a smile And steered by a magician With the knowledge that he needs To keep him on his destined course Past the crocodiles and reeds He’s the Admiral of the ocean The Lone Eagle in the sky He gave me my first sextant And he taught me how to fly It’s been quite a lengthy passage From the dawn of time till now He has weathered the infernal storms In his trusty petite dow He has soared about colossal waves Sailed the endless sea Sometimes he resembles you Sometimes he looks like me I saw him through my telescope On a cloudless night in June As he rested between voyages At his beach house on the moon There are windows to the galaxies And hallways to the past There are trapdoors to the future And a splintered ancient mast There are relics from Apollo trips When the earthmen came to play And a hammock from a distant star Out in the Milky Way He’s the Admiral of the ocean The Lone Eagle in the sky He game me my first sextant And he taught me how to fly I saw him through my telescope On a cloudless night in June As he rested between voyages At his beach house on the moon A stripped bass breaks the surface As the sunset fades away And our journey from the Sea of Storms Takes us home beside the bay We go fishing in the ocean We go traveling back in time Like the song says ‘teach your children’ To go fishing with their minds Cameron’s contemplating I’m not sure just what he thinks "Is my dad some kind of lunatic With his stories and high hi-jinks" Then he says when I get old and gray And feel like I’m marooned He will take me in his rocket ship To that beach house on the moon Permanent Reminder Of A Temporary Feeling by Jimmy Buffett She was no marine back from the Philippines She was their pride and joy, their incarnation Her parents viewed the chief With shock and disbelief Looking for some other explanation The Indian on her back was poised for an attack She said ‘a tattoo is a badge of validation’ But the truth of the matter is far more revealing It’s a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling Chorus Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling Amnesic episodes that never go away It’s no complex memento, it’s no subtle revealing Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling Vegas in the rain, drunk on cheap champagne He hears out of tune synthesized chapel bells Painfully ringing Where’s his limo ride? Who’s this foreign bride? Is this really Elvis spinning round the ceiling? Chorus Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling Forgotten fabrications in the chapels of love What is this ring on his finger? Why is he kneeling? She’s just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling Chromosomes and genes, spawn these fateful scenes Evolution can be mean, there’s no dumb ass vaccine. Blame your DNA, you’re a victim of your fate It’s human nature to miscalculate To make up for the fight they go out for the night Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll seems like the easiest answer But a short nine months later, there’s no way of concealing That permanent reminder of a temporary feeling Chorus Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling Amnesic episodes that never go away Complex mementos, not subtle revealings Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling Waiting For The Next Explosion by Jimmy Buffett Missing link crouched upon a promontory rock Tryin’ to figure out his biological clock No one around to announce his arrival So he’s got to get to work on his sense of survival Oh Oh, it’s a dangerous world Over in China they got smart real fast That’s where they invented the man made blast They lost a few fingers and some bamboo shacks But they gave birth to a tribe of pyromaniacs Oh oh, it’s a dangerous world Fire in the sky, lava in the ocean Sittin’ round waitin’ for the next explosion Back in the fifties they thought it made good sense To teach all the school children about civil defense Don’t be scared, do not cry Just dive under your desk and kiss your ass goodbye Oh oh, such a dangerous world It was a hell of a hustle, paranoia promotion Sittin ’round waitin for the next explosion Where you gonna be When it hits the fan Got a plan What you gonna do If it lands on you Where’s your point of view Down at the beach club there’s a sales convention Night sky is the focus of that crowd’s attention It’s no cosmic collision just a fireworks show But they feel it in their hearts when those Concussion bombs blow Oh oh, such a dangerous world Gunpowder’s louder than Newton’s laws of motion Everybody’s waitin’ for the next explosion Firs in the sky, fallin’ on the ocean Sittin’ round waitin’ for the next explosion Pacing the Cage by Bruce Cockburn Sunset is an angel weeping Holding out a bloody sword No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it’s pointing toward Sometimes you feel like you’ve lived too long The days drip slowly on the page And you catch yourself Pacing the cage I’ve proved who I am so many times The magnetic strip’s worn thin And each time I was someone else And everyone was taken in Powers chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing It’s as if the thing were written In the constitution of the age Sooner or later you’ll wind up Pacing the cage Sometimes the best map will not guide you You can’t see what’s round the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend Today these eyes scan bleached-out land For the coming of the outbound stage Pacing the cage You Call It Joggin’ by J.D. Loudermilk You call it joggin’ , I call it runnin’ around You say you’re losing weight but you ain’t lost a pound While you’re out joggin’ with your other friends I’m home feeding the kids again You call it joggin’, I call it runnin’ around You call it joggin’, I call it runnin’ around It’s the best release you say you’ve ever found Your friends all smile and agree You were runnin’ around on me You call it joggin’, I call it runnin’ around Somebody said they saw you down at the corner Getting out of some strangers car You come home after runnin’ for hours Ain’t even breathing hard You call it joggin’, I call it runnin’ around The soles of your runnin’ shoes they ain’t wearing down While you’re out runnin’ up and down the streets I’m tryin’ to get the kids to sleep You call it joggin’, I call it runnin’ around You’ve been out since five p.m. It’s now thirty minutes past ten You blow in all out of breath Honey, you’ve been drinking gin, again? You call it joggin’, I call it runnin’ around Draggin’ that silly old towel all over town You come home grinning with your hair all wet Smelling like shampoo instead of sweat You call it joggin’, I call it runnin’ around Oh yeah You call it joggin’, I call it runnin’ around Flesh And Bone by Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, and Michael Utley If men came from Venus And women came from Mars Then I’d be lunching with my boyfriends While you girls talked about cigars But that’s not how it happened Evolution took a different turn We may be creatures with some unique features But we’ve still got a lot to learn We’ve made it nearly twenty centuries A bunch of monkeys with PhD’s Spun a web of communications But it’s all still a tangle to me I can’t tell the spiders From the dangling flies and moths I fell like some outsider Who seems to have his wires all crossed Chorus I can’t fax you my love I can’t e-mail you my heart I can’t see your face in cyberspace I don’t know where to start I’m light years behind from the age they call stone I’m a carbon based caveman honey, just flesh and bone I ain’t no clone, I’m just flesh and bone Trying to connect with you I ain’t no clone, I’m just flesh and bone Tryin’ to get the message through Now we live in the age computers They run everything in the world And I’m a little behind on this technical climb And your are an Internet girl I’ve got words but no processor I’ve got feelings but I don’t know DOS So I just have to go back to basics And try to get my point across Desperate for a glimpse of the future We use crystals and cards and dice And that Y2K is coming our way They’re talkin’ ’bout some worldly strife It’s time to think of simpler options It’s time to formulate a big plan B So if your hard drive does crash I got some Krugerands stashed Come on and sail away with me Chorus I ain’t no clone, I’m just flesh and bone Just trying to connect with you I ain’t no clone, I’m just flesh and bone Let’s run away to Timbuktu I Will Play For Gumbo by Jimmy Buffett I don’t smoke, I don’t shoot smack But I got a spicy monkey ridin’ on my back Don’t eat beignets, too much sugar and dough But I will play for gumbo Yes, I will play for gumbo It started at my Grandma’s in her kitchen by the sea She warned me when she told me "son the first one’s free" It hit me like a rock or some Taikwondo Cause I will play for gumbo Oh yea, I will play for gumbo Chorus A piece of French bread With which to wipe my bowl Good for the body Good for the soul It’s a little like religion And a lot like sex You should never know When you’re gonna get it next At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibadeaux I will play for gumbo Yes, I will play for gumbo I’m not talkin’ quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes Or a pound of caviar that’s a rich man’s dream No banana split or fillet of pompano No, I will play for gumbo Yeah, I will play for gumbo Chorus Maybe it’s the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp Maybe it’s that voodoo from Marie Leveaux But I will play for gumbo Yeah, I will play for gumbo The sauce boss does his cookin’ on the stage Stirrin’ and a singing for his nightly wage Sweating and frettin’ from his head to his toe Playin’ and swayin’ with the gumbo Prayin’ and buffetin’ with the gumbo Chorus Math Suks by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer If necessity is the mother of invention Then I’d like to kill the guy who invented this The numbers come together in some kind of a third dimension A regular algebraic bliss Let’s start with something simple, like one and one ain’t three And two plus two will never get you five There are fractions in my subtraction and x don’t equal y But my homework is bound to multiply Math suks math suks I’d like to burn this textbook, I hate this stuff so much Math suks math suks Sometimes I think that I don’t know that much But math suks I got so bored with my homework, I turned on the TV The beauty contest winners were all smiling through their teeth Then they asked the new Miss America Hey babe can you add up all those bucks? She looked puzzled, then just said "Math Suks" Math suks math suks You don’t even have to spell it All you have to do is yell it Math suks math suks Sometime times I think that I don’t know that much But math suks Geometry, trigonometry and if that don’t tax your brain There are numbers to big to be named Numerical precision is a science with a mission And I think it’s gonna drive me insane Parents fighting with their children, and the Congress can’t agree Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly Management and labor keep rattling old sabers Quacking like those Peabody ducks Math suks math suks You don’t even have to spell it All you have to do is yell it Math suks math suks Sometime times I think that I don’t know that much But math suks Spending Money by Jimmy Buffett and Mac McAnally Now I’m not talking ’bout excessive greed The kind that puzzled the scribes and Pharisees I don’t worship it like a golden calf But change in my pocket is always good for a laugh I’ve seen it brighten up the eyes of a child It even makes the Dali Lama smile It’s no relation tot he meaning of life It’s a dang fool husband doesn’t spring for his wife Chorus A little spending money Money to burn Money that you did not necessarily earn Rainy days seem to wind up sunny Long as you got a little spending money I got no financial conscience Can’t worry where it went A lasting treasure or a moment of pleasure Worth it every cent Coin or paper baby Silver or gold All denominations, nouveau or old Can’t have a turkey without oyster dressing It’s the root of all evil, the sum of your blessings Don’t need no armored car or time locked vault Don’t need no shaker full, just a few grains of salt You may get by lookin’ good and being funny But life’s a little less restrained Chorus With a little spending money Money to burn Money that you did not necessarily earn Rainy days seem to wind up sunny Long as you got a little spendin’ money… Long as you got a little spendin’ money… Semi-True Story by Mac McAnally With his head out the sunroof And his heart in the right place Plan B was fool proof He drove off to her place And yelled out his feelings Among other stuff It was too much tequila Or not quite enough It was too much tequila Or not quite enough It’s a semi-true story Believe it or not I made up a few things And there’s some I forgot But the life and the tellin’ Are both real to me And they all run together and turn out to be A semi-true story Well, the picture is fuzzy And the details are sordid It was on the same day God’s Own Drunk was recorded A walkin’ tall sheriff And a big Cadillac And me and my golf shoes On the hood makin’ tracks This daring young singer Was under attack It’s a semi-true story Believe it or not I made up a few things And there’s some I forgot But the life and the tellin’ Are both real to me And they all run together and turn out to be A semi-true story Well, the things that I’ve lived And I’ve dreamed And I’ve seen And I’ve heard You take the good with the bad And be glad to have every word It’s a semi-true story Believe it or not I made up a few things And there’s some I forgot. But the life and the tellin’ Are both real to me And they run like the rain All the way to the sea Semi-true stories Lucky Stars by Roger Guth and Peter Mayer Woke up just the other day Fell out of bed and my dog ran away The car won’t start and the weather was cold and gray I got stuck in a traffic jam My major meeting didn’t go as I planned Looks like it’s gonna be another one of those days I got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitar I thank my lucky stars Politicians speak and it makes me ill People are dyin’ just for a thrill Maybe it’s just evolution gone astray The climate’s too hot, music’s gotten cold I’ve livin’ like a health nut but I still grow old You do what you can on the edge of the Milky Way Got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitar Gonna thank my lucky stars Wrapped up in the problems of the day Just remember there’s no rewind and no replay Don’t you worry cause it ain’t gonna fix a thing Woke up just the other day Thought that maybe I’d be OK Cause the story I’ve been getting Ain’t written anywhere Got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitar Gonna thank my lucky stars Got a roof over my head Someone to love me in a four poster bed And I can play this here guitar I thank my lucky stars Gonna thank my lucky stars Thank you stars I Don’t Know And I Don’t Care by Jimmy Buffett and Peter Mayer Why does the sunset in the west And why does my heart keep beating in my chest What ever happened to the Duke of Earl I got a PBS mind in a MTV world Is it ignorance or apathy I forgot these lessons taught to me Some say life isn’t fair Hey, I don’t know, I don’t care Ambivalent, well, yes and no Hey where did all the hippies go Our conversation sounds like actors’ lines Is it time for your medication or mine Is it ignorance or apathy I forgot these lessons taught to me Some say life isn’t fair Hey I don’t know, I don’t care Therapy is extremely expensive Poppin’ bubblie wrap is radically cheap You choose which one helps with your problem I’m gonna get some sleep I’m gonna get some sleep Sandy beaches in distant reaches And oh those lovely Georgia peaches It’s never too much and never too late To pack your bags and get out of state Is it ignorance or apathy The worried will all disagree Some say life isn’t fair Hell, I don’t know and I don’t care If you’re looking for a quote from me I’ll be under the mango tree Just can’t say how I’ll get there Hey, I don’t know and I don’t care I don’t know and I don’t’ care I don’t know and I don’t care Oysters And Pearls by Jimmy Buffett and Mac McAnally Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927 Thumbed his nose at gravity And climbed into the heavens When he returned to earth that night everything changed For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged We’re a pretty mixed up bunch Of crazy human beans It’s written on our rocket ships And in early cave wall scenes How does it happen How do we know Who sits and watches Who does the show? Chorus Some people love to lead And some refuse to dance Some play it safely, other’s take a chance Still it’s all a mystery This place we call the world Where most live as oysters While some become pearls Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi Who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops and hippies. It’s something more than DNA that tells us who we are It’s method and it’s magic, we are of the stars Chorus Some never fade away, some crash and burn Some make the world go round, other watch it turn Still it’s all a mystery This place we call the world Most are fine as oysters While some become pearls
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