Barometer Soup

Sinner on the mainland
He's a sinner on the sea
He looks for absolution
Not accountability
How many destinations
Oh god he's seen them all
He collects his precious pittance
Never a port of call

Remittance man
Blacksheep of the family clan
Broke too many rules along the way
Remittance man
So far away from home
No they'll never understand
The remittance man

A man of empty pockets
From jingling his change
The idleness and grieving
For all that he retains
By the harbour lights of sydney
Or the bora bora moon
He recites his sad confession
To the seagulls and the loons

Remittance man
Blacksheep of the family clan
Broke too many rules along the way
Remittance man
So far away from home
No they'll never understand
The remittance man

Well you can claim that you were born a prince
But you're the only one you can convince
Survivor with no livelihood
That you could ever make it good
But still you dream of what you can pretend

An unexpected passenger
Boarded in marseilles
An angel full of tenderness
She gave her heart away
She was but a gypsy
He was just a stray
They almost made a miracle but it slowly slipped away
So he follows the equator
With a wish to run aground
It's a very vicious circle
Goin' round and round and round
And he watches from the fantail
As the mainland disappears
Just like the flying dutchman
He's a prisoner of his fears

Remittance man
Blacksheep of the family clan
Broke too many rules along the way
Remittance man
So far away from home
No they'll never understand
No they'll never understand
No they'll never understand
The remittance man

Nordstrom was a simple man
Who had some non-conformist plan
To save his ass

Every night he danced alone
And blotted out the monotone
That was his past

He packs his bag of mysteries
And leaves the lonely memories
Where they belong

They came and went so easily
This rising tide identity
Sings like a song
Let's sing

Lage nom ai nom ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage nom ai nom ai (oh!)
He's the man who gave up his own name

In the roll of the cosmic dice
You win one heart and lose it twice
Before you know

Love is fine until you taste
This melancholy bouillabaisse
Called letting go

Lage nom ai nom ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage nom ai nom ai (hey!)
He's the man who gave up his own name

He moved on up to old beantown
And summered on the vineyard sound
To pass the day (day ay ay oh)

Island hopping crab key bound
Tendin' bar he thinks he's found
A better way (ay ay ay oh)

Now we're back where we belong
Without a clue and still without
A master plan (ay ay ay oh)

Incident or accident
It all depends on if you're meant
To understand (ay ay ay oh)

Lage nom ai nom ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage nom ai nom ai
He's the man who gave up his own name
He's the man who gave up his own name

Spoken:
Eah, 'ol nordstrom's gone. checked out. readin'
The wrong kind of books...listenin' to that wild
Carribbean music. he wiped himself out of his own computer.
He's the man who gave up his own name. he's gone.

[note: lage nom ai nom ai is island patois which loosely translates:
"the man who gave up his own name."]

He's a man on a mission
Wild as a ricochet
Picture if you can when the everglades ran
From the gulf coast to biscayne bay

He's gonna give it back to the gators
Lock the tourists up in theme parks and zoos
He says join me for lunch at the reptile's brunch
Where the barometer soup is you

He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist

Ou can mess with that mouse in orlando
Jilt a tourist in st. augustine
Ou can shoplift all day at blockbuster
But you can't steal the orange bowl queen
No you can't steal the orange bowl queen

Spoken:
That's unthinkable in the state of florida
What would the chamber of commerce say
This man is sick
Eah

There were crimes of epic proportions
All part of skip wiley's crusade
Tourists were cackin'
And tourists were packin'
While he and skink cooled there heels in the shade

Then came the citrus sensation
Welcome to the revolution he said
With a pirates persona
He snatched the gridiron madonna
And the day groovers called for his head

He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist

Ou can mess with that mouse in orlando
Jilt a tourist in st. augustine
Ou can rag on the miami dolphins
But you can't steal the orange bowl queen
No you can't steal the orange bowl queen
No, no you can't steal the orange bowl queen

Spoken:
Well skip's caper it kinda backfired
Got the orange juice barons rather upset
In the light of bad moves these manhunts ensued
Skip easily slipped through the net
He was last seen atop of a mangrove
Perched like a wounded osprey
He was not meant to last
He belongs to the past
And i hope he gets there one day

He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist (terrorist)

Ou can mess with that mouse in orlando
Jilt a tourist in st. augustine
Ou can shoplift your days at blockbuster
But you can't steal the orange bowl queen
No you can't steal the orange bowl queen
No you can't steal the orange bowl queen
That's right

The rumors and the stories of my past i can't deny
I'm no saint ignatius but again i'm no barfly
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul

Bank of bad habits
The price of vice fortold
One by one they'll do you in
They're bound to take their toll
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul

Last night i said goodbye to a dear old friend of mine
Just a throw back shell beach party, nothin' really asinine
Rum and cooked animals and bullshit by the ton
That party lasted way too long and i had too much fun

Bank of bad habits
The price of vice fortold
One by one they'll do you in
They're bound to take their toll
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul
That bank of bad habits is worth its weight in gold

Time for you to spend that dough
You're the only one you owe
So put away those alibis
You can't fool that banker in the sky

(spoken)
Now let me tell you about the 7 deadly sins:
1. pride...thou shalt not have pride in thy neighbor.
2. coveting...thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife.
3. lust...thou shalt not lust after his neighbor's wife.
4. anger...do not be angry with your neighbor's wife.
5. gluttony...do not eat thy neighbor's wife's ........popcorn.
6. envy...do not envy your neighbor's wife.
7. sloth...do not be a slob.
And the eighth deadly sin is............pizza!

A picture's worth a thousand words just ask a cameraman
And it's no sin to stop and look, i do it when i can
But you have to purge that urge to merge
You have to keep your head
Or trouble is what you will find inside some stranger's bed

Bank of bad habits
The price of vice foretold
One by one they'll do you in
They're bound to take their toll
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits
It's worth it's weight in gold

(spoken)
Yeah, we're talkin' krugerands......dubloons
I was wonderin', um, do you think they have an atm machine for bad habits?
Hmm.
I think i'll apply for that card.

Blue light guitars and a tropical breeze
Hummin' birds mime the words as they dance in the trees
It's a flashback kind of crowd
It's a cabaret sound
There's still some magic left in this tourist town

Those crazy days
And crazy ways
We never want to undo
We'll be together
Now and forever
At the blue heaven rendezvous

We're weird roman candles
Burnin' bright at both ends
At the end of the road's
Where this story beings
Where the green of the gulf
Meets the blue of the sea
What makes it all happen's
Still a mystery to me

Those crazy days
And those crazy ways
We never want to undo
We'll be together
Now and forever
At the blue heaven rendezvous

If these walls could talk
I don't know what they'd say
They've seen some accidental masquerades
But it's no surprise
Dances 'til dawn
Heroes long gone
Let that guitar play

We'll be together
Now and forever
At the blue heaven rendezvous

We'll be together
Now and forever
At the blue, blue heaven rendezvous

Ou can spend all your days in the grind
Converting your nickels to dimes
Ou could stuff all your pockets till they overflow
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know

Ou can say you're too old to be young
Ou think you're too smart to be dumb
But the well-seasoned pro knows how long he can go
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know

Ou can sing every song that's been sung
Offer the moon and the sun
But if you ask me it's all been both said and been done

We're just recycled history machines
Cavemen in faded blue jeans
It's the unanswered question in each one of us
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know

The more we learn the less we know
What you keep is what you can't let go
Take it fast or take it slow
Just one way for you to go
Don chu know

Spoken:
Let's go now

Ou can sing every song that's been sung
Offer the moon and the sun
But if you ask me it's not in the race that you run

It's that outcast in each one of us
Who get's the girl that is too glamorous
There's no one to deceive it's just all make believe
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
Oh....
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know

Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know

I don't know
I don't know

Spoken:
Wait a minute! wait a minute! i can name that song in, in two notes.
It's another one of those songs that i've written about not knowing much, or
Not knowing what i was doing, or not knowing where i was going, or not knowing
Where i'd been. eah, frank bama once said the best navigators are not quite sure
Where they're going until they get there...and then they're still not sure.
But i know one thing...indecision may or may not be my problem. and this song is
Gone way too long, and it's, she's gettin out of control, and oh my god!...