TBPH 21st Birthday Bash and MOTM t-shirt contest

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Tue Jul 28 06:07:18 PDT 2015


 Reminder......



 


 
 


Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Tampa Bay Parrot 
Heads!!!!!
 
Looking for some 
artistic talent to design our 21st Birthday Bash and MOTM t-shirts.
 
We are having a t-shirt contest for 
TBPH's 21st Birthday Bash in July. Tampa Bay looks at 21 and our theme will be 
Pirate Looks at 40. Listed below are the lyrics of the 
song.
 
To enter, bring your competed artwork 
no later than the August 5 meeting. If you can design on the computer and 
provide a jpg or eps, it will assist with production. 
 
We have a committee that will 
judge the artwork and select the winner.  
 

Mother, mother ocean, I've 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
Watch the men who rode you
Switch from sails to 
steam
And in your belly you can hold the treasures
Few have ever 
seen
Most of them dream
Most of them dream
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late
Cannons 
don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of 
fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
But I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of 
grass
Made enough money to buy Miami
But I pissed it away so fast
Never 
meant to last
Never meant to last
I have been drunk now for over two weeks
Passed out 
and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I've got to stop wishin', got to 
go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends
Just a few 
friends
I go for younger women, lived with several 
awhile
Though I ran them away, they come back one day
And still could 
manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes 
awhile
Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've 
found
Occupational hazard be my occupations just not around
Feel like I've 
drowned but all were frowned
Feel like I've 
drowned
 
We are having a t-shirt 
contest for MOTM in August. The theme for this year is A Salty Piece of 
Land. Listed below are the lyrics of the song. November 4th - November 
8th 2015 - Key West, Florida 

 
To enter, bring your competed artwork 
no later than the August 5 meeting. We have a committee that will judge the 
artwork and select the winner.  
 

 
I was listening for answers
That I could not really 
hear
When the words of a wise old Indian
Put a conch shell to my 
ear

And I took off for the ocean 
I was searching for the 
coast
Painting pictures of my vision
With the words from grandma 
ghost

Hiding from the dragons
Riding for the sea
Singing ballads 
from my childhood
�€œA pirate's life for me�€

Survivors seem to function best
When peril is at 
hand
With a song of the ocean
Meets a salty piece of land

I was 
force-fed my religion
But I somehow saved my smile
Tapped into my 
instincts
As I headed to'ards exile

Cleopatra did not own a 
barge
But a schooner was her home
She has centuries of stories
And 
there's wisdom in her bones

She was on a sacred mission
And she told 
me of a place
Where a man can hide forever
But never loose his 
face

So I saddled up my seahorse
With a fly-rod in my hand
I was 
not looking for salvation
Just a salty piece of land

Somedays Cayo 
Loco SHIMMERS
Like the stars up in the sky
And the seabirds they do touch 
and gos
As the world just tangos by

But there are times when she is 
hidden
Beneath the wild and crashing waves
And the patron saint of 
lightening
Keeps the sailors from their 
graves

 
Some say it is 
a blinding sword
Pointing out into the sea
While others say her guiding 
light
Leads to'ards eternity

Still I sit in contemplation
And I 
just don't understand
This mysterious attraction
Of this salty piece of 
land

Still I search the constellations
And the tiny grains of 
sand
Where the song of the ocean
Meets the salty piece of land 

 
 
Good luck 
and Fins Up!!!!
  
 		 	   		  
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