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To the tune of Talking Heads
"Life if Wartime"
Heard of a van that is loaded for Pistol
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some campsites, out by the highway
A place where nobody goes.
There's a wind line, off in the distance,
It's getting close to us now.
Lived in the hotel, lived in a Geo.
I've lived all over this town.
This ain't Home Valley, this ain't no Brew Pub,
this ain't no fooling around.
No time for uphauls, or lake board cruising
I ain't got time for that now.
Transmit the message, right through the pager,
Hope for some gradient today.
I got three bank cards, a couple of Visas.
they don't even know my real name.
Up in the Heights, the vans are loading,
Everything's ready to roll.
I shred in the daytime, I dance all the nighttime,
I might not ever get home.
This ain't no Peach Beach, this ain't Horse Thief,
This ain't 6.0 tooling around.
This ain't no Kehei, or 6th Street Bistro,
I ain't got time for that now.
Heard about Manzy? Heard about Florence?
Heard what Bart said, today?
You ought to know not to leave wind to find wind,
You be slogging up there.
I got some carrots, some power bars
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones,
Just the Ultrons to play.
Why go to college? Why go to night school?
when it's raging out there!
Can't post to windtalk, can't send an email
Ain't got time for that now.
This ain't Oswego, this ain't no Green Lake.
This ain't no tooling around.
I'd love to kiss you, I'd love to hold you,
I ain't got time for that now.
Trouble in transit, got through the toll booth,
then we hit 84.
We got computers, we're tapping Windsite,
I know that that ain't allowed
We dress in Kerrits', we dress in O'Niel,
not in a suit and a tie.
I've changed my sail size so many times now,
I don't know what it looks like.
You take my quiver, I feel so tender.
We make a pretty good team.
Don't sail to exhaustion, I'll do some driving.
You ought to get you some sleep.
Get your instructions, listen to NOAA
Then give Dunkley a call.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day
We'll have to head for the Coast.
Burned all my guide books, what good are guide books?
They won't help me to jibe!
My forearms are aching, hang on the harness.
the burning keeps me alive.
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness
Or don't wear that Lycra!
Watch out for barges, watch out on port tack.
Don't let the Gorge fool you.
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| Paul Huffman
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| President-for-Life
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| Moclips Surf Club
*Moclips
| "Driven by
irrational exuberance"
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