Its nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting in Frisco
Making photos of wahines and fishin'.
He says, son, can you show me a Force 5?
I'm not really sure if it's Joe's
But it has a comfortable seat
And I know half the fleet
And it sort of planes when it blows.
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Write us a blog, you're the Tillerman
Write us a blog tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a parody
And you've got us feeling all right.
Now Apparent Wind's Yarg is a friend of mine
He lets me sail at his club for free
And he's pretty thick-skinned
When he tacks on my wind
But there's no place that he'd rather be.
He says, your skill I believe is what's killing me
As his boatspeed is way off the pace
Well I'm sure that I could be a sailing star
If I could just win one more race.
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Adam's a real smart blogger
Who likes to sail with his wife
And he's talking with Bonnie
Who is terribly funny
And probably will be for life.
And the Dutchman is practicing fact-finding
As the left coast guys slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a program called Wordpress
But its better than blogging alone.
Write us a blog, you're the Tillerman
Write us a blog tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a parody
And you've got us feeling all right
Its a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And Carol Anne gives me a smile
'Cause she knows that its me
They've been coming to see
To forget about life for a while.
And the blog, it rumbles and rambles
And the stories are crazy and queer
And they log in from afar
And leave comments bizarre
And say, man, what are you doing here?
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Write us a blog, you're the Tillerman
Write us a blog tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a parody
And you've got us feeling all right.
6 comments:
Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink.
No. No. No.
C Major plinks please O Docker.
Those were coins in the tip jar.
Bravo! But don't try lugging the piano onto your Laser! For that purpose, a yacht is definitely better than a dinghy. Even a giant dinghy.
And even with a small electronic keyboard balanced on your lap, your crew position and movements during maneuvers might be a little less than optimum.
I may have had something in common with the Tillerman this weekend, having single-handed a "Dinghy" in a race today (Saturday).
Once upon a time, long before computers were ever imagined to be capable of doing music, I programmed one to play "Piano Man." It had to do with sound oscillations on a TRS-80, and it was a very nerdy thing.
I was able to accomplish 3-part harmony, and it was beautiful, at least for geeks.
I could imagine taking that soundtrack, and adding a vocal from a suitably talented individual, such as somebody who can sing "Memory" better than Susan Boyle did last week, to provide the "Tiller Man" lyrics.
Night after night, who keeps you right? Baby it's the Tillerman.
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