Beach House on the Moon...looking for the Lyrics
I was looking for sites with Jimmy Buffett lyrics, and had to wade through a bunch of banners and commercial crap to get to the lyrics I wanted, which were specifically Beach House on The Moon, off the ablum by the same name (1999 I believe).
So I had a long hard look at my own Jimmy Buffett site...aaaaah it sucks! I'm going to change this format to be less hokey. Yuck. But here are the lyrics I was looking for. Naturally they are Jimmy Buffett's property and he owns the copyright. Some of the sites never even mentioned that, and have no idea if the Man himself will take exception to me posting them here...although that would make no sense since it's extra exposure and i'm not trying to steal anything, some music people are weird about stuff like that...Donovan Leitch for example.
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.
This is one of my favorite Jimmy Buffett songs..way too cool!
So I had a long hard look at my own Jimmy Buffett site...aaaaah it sucks! I'm going to change this format to be less hokey. Yuck. But here are the lyrics I was looking for. Naturally they are Jimmy Buffett's property and he owns the copyright. Some of the sites never even mentioned that, and have no idea if the Man himself will take exception to me posting them here...although that would make no sense since it's extra exposure and i'm not trying to steal anything, some music people are weird about stuff like that...Donovan Leitch for example.
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.
This is one of my favorite Jimmy Buffett songs..way too cool!
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