About the song
Jimmy Buffett, the undisputed king of beach music, has gifted us countless songs that transport us to sun-kissed shores and carefree days. Among his vast discography, “A Pirate Looks at Forty” stands out as a poignant ballad that explores the bittersweet nature of aging and the passage of time.
Released in [Insert year of release], this song delves into the regrets and aspirations of a man who feels trapped in a life that doesn’t quite align with his dreams. Inspired by a real-life encounter with a washed-up drug smuggler, Buffett paints a vivid picture of a man who yearns for adventure and freedom, reminiscent of the golden age of piracy.
Musically, “A Pirate Looks at Forty” is a departure from Buffett’s more upbeat, party-oriented tunes. The gentle acoustic guitar, combined with Buffett’s soulful vocals, creates a contemplative and introspective atmosphere. The lyrics, filled with poignant imagery and a sense of longing, evoke a deep emotional connection with the listener.
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Over the years, “A Pirate Looks at Forty” has become an anthem for those who have ever felt a longing for a different path in life. The song’s universal themes of regret, aspiration, and the passage of time have resonated with audiences around the world.
Whether you’re a seasoned sailor or simply a lover of beautiful music, “A Pirate Looks at Forty” is a song that will stay with you long after the final note fades. So sit back, relax, and let the soothing sounds of the “A Pirate Looks at Forty” carry you away on a journey of the soul.
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Lyrics
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all
Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam
And in your belly, you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of ’em dream, most of ’em dream
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothin’ to plunder
I’m an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
I’ve done a bit of smugglin’, and I’ve run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last
And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got to stop wishin’, got to go fishin’
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends
I go for younger women, lived with several a while
Though I ran ’em away, they’d come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I’ve found
My occupational hazard being my occupation’s just not around
I feel like I’ve drowned, gonna head uptown
I feel like I’ve drowned, gonna head uptown