Thursday, June 11, 2009

quick tribute...

...to jimmy buffett

(alternative title for this post: "bama breeze")



having just returned from florida & alabama, the land of hurricanes & hospitality, i was reminded of the zillions of GREAT times, the water, the bikinis, the toasts, the friendships, the youthful passion, and the beach-bar sunday afternoons. ..rumor has it that jimmy wrote this song about a bar called the florabama, which was destroyed by hurricane ivan.

the florabama (in addition to wet t-shirt contests) would hold events like the world famous "mullet toss" and even a new year's day polar-bear dip (of which willy, judy, dick and mary laura have partaken).

they say that jimmy's sister has a little place down there called "lulu's." ..if you've never hung out on the north florida/alabama gulf coast, it's something that you need to do a.s.a.p.

"at the bama breeze, you're one of our own down there,
never drink alone down there,
Good God i feel at home down there"

-jimmy buffet
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click here for jimmy's youtube "fruitcakes" video
(not the best video, good audio, but unfortunately this video doesn't cover the whole song, below)

this song is classic buffett, and it says it all.
lyrics to "fruitcakes," below:

Fruitcakes by Jimmy Buffett, Amy Lee, 1994

--Spoken:
"You know I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day -- she runs this space station and bake shop down near Boomtown. ..She told me that human beings are flawed individuals. ..The cosmic bakers took us out of the oven a little too early. ..And that's the reason we're as crazy as we are. ..And I believe it."

Take for example when you go to the movies these days... you know.
They try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered-down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents.
I don't want it.
I don't want that much organization in my life.
I don't want other people thinking for me.
I want my Junior Mints. ..Where did the Junior Mints go in the movies?
I don't want a 12 lb. Nestle's Crunch for 25 dollars.
I want Junior Mints!

We need more fruitcakes in this world and less bakers!
We need people that care!
I'm mad as hell! ...and I don't want to take it anymore!

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen),
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street),
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven),
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus),
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise, lost and found
Paradise, take a look around
I was out in California where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires, mud slides,
They've got sushi in the mall
Water bars, Brontasaurs, Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake, life with the quake
The secret's in the crust

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen),
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street),
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

--Spoken:
Speakin' of fruitcakes, how 'bout the government?
Your tax dollars at work...

"We lost our Martian rocket ship" the high-paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship has lost its cone-shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the galaxy (Fruitcakes in the galaxy),
Fruitcakes on the earth (Fruitcakes on the earth),
Struttin' naked towards eternity, we've been that way since birth
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven),
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus),
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

--Spoken:
Religion! ..Religion!
Oh, there's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Here we go now... ..Alright, alter boys...

Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa
Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The god's honest truth is it's not that simple
It's the Buddhist in you, it's the Pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's the born again look its the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't gotta clue

--Spoken:
Now here come the big ones: ..Relationships!
We all got 'em, we all want 'em...
What do we do with 'em?
Here we go, I'll tell ya"

She said you gotta do your fair share, now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple... You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time may get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightning and a harmless lightnin' bug

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

--Spoken:
The future. Captain's log, stardate two thousand and something.

We're seven years from the millenium, that's a science-fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy HAL now don't look that abstract
So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape and practice what I preach
"Get-Jah lost in the reggae mon" as I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity really is the only way
Its a jungle out there kiddies! ..Have a very fruitful day, Hey!

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

--Spoken:
That's right, you too. ..Yeah those crumbs are spread all around this universe. ..I've seen fruitcakes. ..I saw this guy in Santa Monica rollerskate naked through the crosswalk. ..Down in New Orleans in the French market there are fruitcakes like you cannot believe. ..New York, forget it. ..Fruitcake city. ..Down island, we've got fruitcakes. ..Spread them crumbs around. ..That's right, we want 'em around. ..Keep bakin' baby. ..Keep bakin'.
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note: the link will get you to some other classics:

* come monday
* a pirate looks at 40
* fins
* it's 5 o'clock somewhere (alan jackson & jimmy buffett)
* margaritaville
* cheezeburger in paradise
* etc., etc.

2 comments:

  1. We will always have found memories of the BamaBreeze. It brings us back to good times with ML and Dicky, beaches and beers, even the girls (Abby and Kelly) were here with us. More good times to come.

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  2. i bet our readers would LOOOOVE to hear the polar bear club story.
    :) len

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