Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Hey Mr. Aero-Man



Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
I'm just jealous and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
In the sailing blogosphere I'll come followin' you.

Though I know the former empire is turning into sand
Vanished from the land
Left me blindly here to stand
But still not sleeping.

My weariness amazes me
I'm stranded on the beach
I'm much too old to teach
This ancient empty crowd's too dead for dreaming.





Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
I'm just jealous and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
In the sailing blogosphere I'll come followin' you.

Let me take a trip upon your brand new shiny ship
My ratchet block's been stripped
My hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to hike
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

I'm ready to sail anything,
I'm ready to upgrade
I'll even do a trade
Cast RS Sailing's deal my way
I promise to consider it.





Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
I'm just jealous and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
In the sailing blogosphere I'll come followin' you.

And we all can hear wiser voices
Saying my old boat is done
This old tub is such a yawn
I'm just looking for more fun
And I have no idea why I've lost the joy in racing.

And if you hear vague traces
Of voices bleating in the wind
Saying you're too fast for him
It's just some losers way behind
I wouldn't pay them any mind
It's just a wave that I'm seeing that I'm chasing.




Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
I'm just jealous and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
In the sailing blogosphere I'll come followin' you.

Then take me Aero sailing
On endless screaming planes
Without any hiking pains
It's easier on my knees
And way more fun in breeze
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

Yes, to sail beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Surrounded my friends
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.




Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
I'm just jealous and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Aero-man sail your boat for me
In the sailing blogosphere I'll come followin' you.

6 comments:

O Docker said...


I am much to liking your many happy topic writings with this blog and seek to learn your blog writing lessons.

How to explain many comments of British rowing men wear tights but not so much with song parody that must cost you many hours to make?

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Tillerman said...

Thanks Mr. Spammie O'Docker for you perceptive comment. Sadly my readers mainly come here to see photos of gentlemen in tights or ladies in bikinis and I do have to do my best to satisfy their cravings from time to time.

But when I write a poem about a sailor's search for transcendence which is heavily embroidered with imagery and clearly infleunced by Rimbaud and Fellini, I am afraid that it goes over the heads of most of my readers.

But I did include a photo of two ladies in tight T-shirts so maybe I will get some comments on that?

Keep Reaching said...

Well, I don't dare guess where I fit in the spectrum of your readers, but I do very much appreciate your poem - and I note you were too modest to mention Rimbaud's poem that obviously inspired you - Le Bateau Ivre - let alone the obvious influence of François Villon.

Tillerman said...

Thank you Keep Reaching. Pleased to see that at least one of my readers has got some culture!

PS Who is François Villon? Is he a Laser sailor?

O Docker said...


I am big fan or Mr. Rimbaud likewise and observe all movies he is making.

What confusing me how can be First Blood Part II. Is not the English have only one first? Why can a part II be for First Blood?

Is the First Blood Part II movie make you write this poem?

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Tillerman said...

You may scream. There is no shame.

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