Fins
Fins
By: jimmy buffett, deborah mccoll, barry chance, tom corcoran
1979
She came down from cincinnati
It took her three days on the train
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Hoped to see the sun again
But now she lives down by the ocean
She's takin' care to look for sharks
They hang out in the local bars
And they feed right after dark
Chorus:
Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
Oh oh
Oh oh
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
She's saving up all of her money
Wants to head it south in may
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man
Somewhere down montserrat way
But the money's good in the season
Helps to lighten up her load
Boys keep her high as the months go by
She's getting postcards from the road
Chorus:
Can't you feel 'em closin' in, honey
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
Sailed off to antigua
It took her three days on a boat
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Maybe keep her dreams afloat
But now she feels like a remora
'cause the school's still close at hand
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
Of the sharks that can swim on the land
Chorus:
Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Fins So Beautiful
Where did you come from,
With fins so beautiful...
How did you land up here,
With fins so beautiful...
Beautiful in color,
so beautiful that you share...
Why and how did you come here?
Tell me, where did you come from?
This is a place where you don't belong,
Tell me, where did you come from?
So that I can take you to the place-the place that is your own
This place is dirty-dirty and black
Don't stay here,
Or your fins may turn dark
Go away 'cause you don't belong-here in this sack.
Where did you come from with fins so beautiful?
Why did you come here with fins so beautiful?
Your beautiful-bright fins will turn ugly-dark,
You don't belong here in this sack
Go back to the place that is your own,
'cause this is not where you belong.
poem by Shreeya Dhakal
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She Is There
i see some bamboo poles
lining up
on the shallow sea
she is there
watching some fishes without fins
without scales
she is there on some exclamations
this cannot be!
this cannot be!
the fish i know have fins!
the fish i know have scales all over their elongated bodies!
the fish i know can swim!
why are these fishes dying?
why are these fishes swimless in the sea where they belong?
yes my dear, the fishes and the sea, you do not belong there
the fishes are not yours and you do not belong to them
they have their own salty, slimy, scaly world,
they have gills and fins and round eyes
that do not blink
so you cannot tell them what to do, what to become.
in fact, you are neither fish nor fowl
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I Go Fishing
when i go fishing
i am always reminded
of the fish in the pond
and the hook, line
and sinker
the bait is this worm
this shrimp
and objective is always
the fish
in there
one drinks so much silence
by the pond
i see the ripples
i see the shadows of fins
i drink so much silence
i fathom so much depth
i might have missed the elusive fish
losing my worm and my shrimp
what i bring home is this inner peace
and so i never mind the shadows of the fins
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the dolphins of the seas of Apo Island
they are our friends
these dolphins of the seas
shiny and fast and sliding tossing the foams of the seas
of Apo Island
we are on this boat
and they are on our sides
we are travelling to another island
of desire where we too can be home
the dolphins
always following our destinations
they are our friends
do you hear them laugh as they play at sea?
look at their fins, look at their teeth
do you see them smiling at you?
they are not asking anything
from us
they are our friends and they have given us
their sea and foams and splashes?
do we torture them then?
do we eat our friends?
do we kill them and make soup of their fins?
do we deprive them of their oils
into our heartlessness?
think my friend, do you kill the creatures who love you?
these dolphins, these friends
let us learn to love and swim with them
today
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Fish
We fish, we fish, we merrily swim,
We care not for friend nor for foe.
Our fins are stout,
Our tails are out,
As through the seas we go.
Fish, Fish, we are fish with red gills;
Naught disturbs us, our blood is at zero:
We are buoyant because of our bags,
Being many, each fish is a hero.
We care not what is it, this life
That we follow, this phantom unknown;
To swim, it's exceedingly pleasant,--
So swim away, making a foam.
This strange looking thing by our side,
Not for safety, around it we flee:--
Its shadow's so shady, that's all,--
We only swim under its lee.
And as for the eels there above,
And as for the fowls of the air,
We care not for them nor their ways,
As we cheerily glide afar!
We fish, we fish, we merrily swim,
We care not for friend nor for foe:
Our fins are stout,
Our tails are out,
As through the seas we go.
poem by Herman Melville
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The Fish in Yonder Pond
There was a fish in yonder pond
His fins of which he was not fond
For walking was his goal, you see-
to walk around like you or me
He leaped up high into the air,
and saw a bouncing, bumbling, bear.
He was about on two hind feet,
the fish found this to be quite neat.
And so one day, he made a vow
to grow some feet, he wondered how.
He went to bed, yet he was sad.
He had no feet, and this was bad.
But when he woke, to his surprise
No fins were there, but feet and thighs!
For a young polliwog was he
not fish, not bird, not man, nor tree!
Twas fun to be a polliwog,
but better, a free, fearless frog.
While fearless yes, but careless too,
They caught the frog; He's in the zoo!
poem by Mela Marie
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Here the Sea Meets the River
down there the river glitters
the fishes leap with a dance in the sun
their joyous fins flutter and sing
and they dive back into the river again
here where the Sea meets the River
the fishes leap with a howl
their fins flap in the burning sun
and they dive back into the angry Waves again
in their nothingness they see the harvestmen
bending reeds in the blazing pool
it is noontide, the fishes are in a wanton Song
the words offend my Ears and defile my Tongue
poem by Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese
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Dolphin
How beautiful do the words have 2 be
Before they conquer every heart?
How will u know if Im even in the right key
If u make me stop before I start?
Chorus:
If I came back as a dolphin
Would u listen 2 me then?
Would u let me be your friend?
Would u let me in?
U can cut off all my fins
But 2 your ways I will not bend
Ill die before I let u tell me how 2 swim
And Ill come back again as a dolphin
Why does my brother have 2 go hungry
When u told him there was food 4 all?
This is the man that stands next 2 the man
That stands 2 catch u when u fall (oh!)
Chorus
If Im under water, will u find me? (find me {x4})
Will u shine a light and try 2 guide me?
Its happened before, Ive knocked on your door
But u wouldnt let me in
How beautiful do the words have 2 be
Before they conquer every heart? (oh!)
If I came back as a dolphin
Would u listen 2 me then?
Would u let me be your friend?
Would u let me in?
U can cut off all my fins
But 2 your ways I will not bend
Ill die before I let u tell me how 2 swim
Come back in the end as a dolphin (oh)
(Ill come back, baby)
(let me in, let me in) as a dolphin
(be my friend) dolphin
(yeah, yeah)
Dolphin
As a dolphin
As a dolphin
As a dolphin
song performed by by Prince
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Will To Love
It has often been my dream
To live with one who wasnt there
Like an ocean fish who swam upstream
Through nets, by hooks, and hungry bears.
When the water grew less deep
My fins were aching from the strain
Im swimming in my sleep
I know I cant go back again.
Got the will to love, the will to love.
Ill never lose it, never lose the will to love,
Never lose the will.
Its like something from up above.
I can be like a fire in the night
Always warm and giving off light
But there comes a time when I shine too bright
Oh, Im just a fire in the night.
And now my fins are in the air
And my bellys scraping on the rocks
I still think someone really cares
And Ill keep swimming till I stop.
Got the will to love, the will to love.
Ill never lose it, never lose the will to love,
Never lose the will.
Its like something from up above.
Im like a singer on the stage
With the golden lights and liquid rage
Down from the mountains to the sea
Cool running love keeps cleansing me.
It keeps my gills from getting dry
But it distorts things in my eyes
Sometimes I see what really isnt there
Like my true lover, and I care.
Got the will to love, the will to love.
Ill never lose it, never lose the will to love,
Never lose the will.
Its like something from up above.
Sometimes I ramble on and on
And I repeat myself till all my friends are gone
And get lost in snow and drown in rain
And never feel the same again.
I remember the ocean from where I came
Just one of millions all the same
But somewhere someone calls my name
Im a harpoon dodger, and I cant, wont be tamed.
Got the will to love, the will to love.
Ill never lose it, never lose the will to love,
Never lose the will.
Its like something from up above.
Baby, if I see boredom in your eyes
Ill know my river has run dry
But I wont turn back with that lonely tide
I bought that ticket and Ill take that ride.
If we meet along the way
Please sway beside me, let us sway together
Our tails together and our fins and mind
Well leave this water and let our scales shine
In the sun above and the sky below
So all the water and earth will know
It has often been my dream
To live with one who wasnt there.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Dolphin
Jump up like a dolphin out of the water.
Use your fins to go far.
You may feel down and like your sinking down lower,
But just come up for air once in a while.
Do some flips and tricks too.
Let the world see the amazing you.
Now go swim in the ocean with the big creatures.
For today the world is ready for you to jump up and shine.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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The Trinity
i've had love
i've had responsibility
i've had money
i respect the money more
too little
too much
never right
people will take care
of the money for you
pay you for the duty even
the others
you are on your own pal
in a very volatile market
the waves look uniform
like fins maybe
i wonder what's for lunch
poem by Nat Z. Punx
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In Your Mind
Set him or her around without the fins!
For, i am ready to satisfy you in the land of peace;
Then, him or her will tell you the true meaning of love! !
For, it is hidden right in your mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Accept the fact
The fear that you have nothing to tell anymore
To amuse yourself
writers' block, shutting up, windows closing,
doors locked, mind shrinking,
like the fish vendor who sells rumors & rotten stories
To the streets
You go to the fish market today
Not buying any fish or selling any or even touching gills
so you can breathe
You’re looking for some
Salt
Taking notes of the fish scales discarded
Trashed
Some fish bones & broken fins
some fishermen catching
Broken hearts on their small eyed nets
You go back with fish fins
And fish tails, thick lips and round moving eyes
You will start with a mermaid story today.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nothing To Tell, Begin With A Mermaid Story
Accept the fact
The fear that you have nothing to tell anymore
To amuse yourself
writers' block, shutting up, windows closing,
doors locked, mind shrinking,
like the fish vendor who sells rumors & rotten stories
To the streets
You go to the fish market today
Not buying any fish or selling any or even touching gills
so you can breathe
You’re looking for some
Salt
Taking notes of the fish scales discarded
Trashed
Some fish bones & broken fins
some fishermen catching
Broken hearts on their small eyed nets
You go back with fish fins
And fish tails, thicked lippes and round moving eyes
You will start with a mermaid story today.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Childish Curiosity
Little girl
pink frock,
touches Death:
a morbid
old man,
ever so
lightly
with the
wondering sparkling
wand of
infantile
curiosity.
poem by Ballerina With Fins
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I am really a sea creature. Just a mammal that lost its fins.
quote by Kathleen Quinlan
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The only kind of seafood I trust is the fish stick, a totally featureless fish that doesn't have eyeballs or fins.
quote by Dave Barry
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Octopish
Octopish swim
All day long
In their schools
All different colors
They can be
They have 8 fins
And they love
To say "Smim"
And one of them looks like me.
Making Connections
Tendrils grappling in air
Making connections be
It the wind or something else
Out there
Just to hold on to what when
Thin green sword-like palm
Hawaiian leaves stretching to the
Blue skies and sun
Making connections to whatever
Is who knows what slices thin some
Spaces in between light and dark
Some shadows playing like small
Children in the night park playground
Anything to touch life
Yawning to what-is if-this-could-happen
Then what?
Powered Rockets bulleting to space stabbing
& Lots of jet nozzles buzzing to
Vast dark silence clean cutting lines
Colored smoke curving with light
Making connections to planetary skies
Moon, Venus, Jupiter
On to Pluto to Zeus what if
One baby-finger touching fine fish
Fins swimming in ocean-space out-there
Making connections in between haze & fog
What if it is there that which lies next to this
Next to us from far and they can be then near
We are all tendrils rockets baby fingers space ocean fish fins
Making connections this empty hands loosened fingers
Dripping sands and spilling fine touches to wind chimes
Pointing stretching making fingers in between
A short distance making always always
Connections to what if what if I am there too.
Chances are, you chase and find them, footprints
They were once, and they all left, just seconds away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tribute To My Friends
When we meet again, I shall call you friend.
Among storms' clouds...only sunshine's shrouds
of the moment.
Past all that is left of the last planet...
Within the abyss, where fins the strange...
When we know each the other as shadow,
Will be time to laugh at life's rhyme...
The ending couplet depending on resolution
Into reality of friendship's treaties
Within the time we have...now.
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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