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!!!!