LISTENING GUIDES

MARGARITAVILLE Jimmy Buffett 0:00 Introduction. Here you hear the steel drums 0:11 Verse 1 begins, this verse shows the singers life for the previous season. Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake; All of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp-They're beginnin' to boil. 0:41 First Chorus begins Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know it's nobody's fault. 1:12 Verse 2 begins, this verse shows a singer laid-back lives in a drunken haze in a beach community. Don't know the reason, Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty, A Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven't a clue. 1:42 Second chorus begins. Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, Now I think, -- hell it could be my fault. 2:16 Interlude here you hear the steel guitars, a harmonica, percussion, keyboards, etc.

2:45 Verse 3 is played. This verse and the last verse illustrate best the Margaritaville state of mind, where the singer goes for a walk cuts his heel and comes home and has an alcoholic beverage to ease his pain. I blew out my flip flop, Stepped on a pop top; Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in the blender, And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on. 3:14 Verse 4 or Coda. This verse the singer is drowning his sorrows over a failed relationship and his friends are telling him that its not his fault. However the last line shows that over the song he has come to terms that it really is his own fault. Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know, it's my own damn fault. Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault The form of this song is riff-verse-chorus-verse-chorus-interlude-verse-chorus-refrain-riff. Blue Guitar Roger Guth, Peter Mayer 0:00 Homo-rhythmic voice introduction begins. 0:12 Guitar and steel drums begin and you can hear the rattle 0:33 Verse 1 begins and the percussions and regular drums start. Once I knew a man Showed me the slight of hand Blink of an eye, he danced across the strings 0:44 Verse 2 begins. He played a song I'd never heard Poignant and absurd To this day it leaves me wondering 0:53 Verse 3 begins

How I wish tomorrow I were fishin' Boy I got a mission Shake it, rattle and roll 1:03 Verse 4 begins Ah, now, just use your intuition You'll get less competition From the clock up on the wall 1:13 First Chorus begins You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Play me a serenade A simple masquerade Play on your Blue Guitar for me 1:36 Verse 5 begins Wash he real or make believe Someone to deceive Time is just a folly we can't see 1:46 Verse 6 begins you hear the electric guitar being plucked If you only know one song Play it right or wrong Cause the truth is always somewhere in between 1:57 Verse 7 begins and you hear the harmonic voices begin again in the back ground You and I, we can't change the weather We're all in this together So let the strong winds blow 2:07 Verse 8 begins Ah, now things will be much better Don't become a prisoner The reason you should know 2:15 Chorus begins

You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Play me a serenade A lovers masquerade Play on your Blue Guitar for me 2:36 Interlude you hear the steel drums, bass guitar being plucked, regular drums, rattle 2:56 Verse 3 is repeated How I wish tomorrow I were fishin' Boy I got a mission Shake it, rattle and roll 3:05 Verse 4 is repeated and the harmonic voices return Ah, now, just use your intuition You'll get less competition From the clock up on the wall 3:16 Chorus You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Play me a serenade Red wine or lemonade Play on your Blue Guitar for me 3:35 Final Chorus begins and the harmonic voices are heard again. You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Play me a serenade A lovers masquerade Play on your Blue Guitar for me 3:56 Homorhythmic Coda begins and you hear the harmonic voices go into a diminuendo to end the song A LOT TO DRINK ABOUT 0:00 Recitative Introduction begins with guitar accompaniment

Hey, have you noticed that the world has changed That world is all bad I think its time for a song about that. 0:19 Verse 1 begins. Up on the East side of Manhattan, Theyre still dancing with the stars. While over in subprime city, Its getting ugly in the local bars Watching the news only gives me the blues Theres too much going wrong. It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key and write a high speed drinking song. 0:46 Verse 2 begins Millionaires losin everything. Hey, welcome to the other side of life! There goes the yacht, there goes the Rolls, But, you get to keep your wife! And dont forget the automakers swimming upstream like a trout. They let the shit the fan and then they made a plan Weve got a- a lot to drink about. 1:10 Chorus begins Its the price of oil, the war of the spoils. Wheres your bucket for the big bailout? Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Weve got a lot to drink about. 1:30 Verse 3 begins. Now, Madoff made off with all the money. And his clients are down to skunk weed. Repeat after me, its so easy to see Were only talking simple greed. And those Somalian pirates are counting all their gold. While Bush and Cheney aint around and all the good lookers seem to be Russian hookers from Key West to London town.

1:56 Chorus Its the price of oil, war of the spoils. Heres your bucket for the big bailout? Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Weve got a lot to drink about. 2:10 Verse 4 begins So pour me some Tennessee whiskey, pour me a fine Jamaican rum. That loud mouth soup can get ya kind of looped Tequila, of course Ill have some! 2:23 Verse 5 begins Well the family devalues and little children count their net worth and the truth wherever its hiding, cant be found on Google Earth. Citibanks buying jets with our money. I wanna flog em with a buggy whip. Lets hope Barack and Joe wont let the volcano blow and patch the hole in our sinking ship. 2:49 Chorus Theres the price of oil, the war of the spoils. Heres your bucket for the big bailout? Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Weve got a lot to drink about. 3:02 Verse 6 begins Recession, Oppression, Depression good God CNN keeps bummin me out. I cant take another doomsday minute. Got a lot to drink, a lot to think, a lot to drink about. 3:22 Coda- arpeggios God bless America.