At the factory

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Peter Isler, guitar player and world renowned sailor, stopped by to take a tour of the factory. Peter is in town to sail his yacht, Rambler, in the Annapolis-Newport Regatta
http://race.annapolisyc.org/DesktopDefault.aspx?tabid=46

If you're unfamiliar with Peter, you can find out more here: http://www.islersailing.com/peter's_bio.htm


Here's Peter with PRS engineer Jon Wasserman

isler.jpg
 
Do you remember
Standing on the shore,
Head in the clouds,
Your pockets filled with dreams
Bound for glory
On the seven seas of life,
But, the ocean is deeper than it seems

The wind was with you
When you left on the morning tide,
You set your sail for an island in the sun,
On the horizon, dark clouds up ahead,
For the storm has just begun

Take me with you,
Take me far away,
Lead me to the distant shore

Sail your ship across the water,
Spread your wings across the sky
Take the time to see
You're the one who holds the key,
Or sailing ships will pass you by

You cry for mercy,
When you think you've lost your way,
You drift alone, if all your hope is gone
So find the strength and you will see
You control, your destiny,
After all is said and done

So take me with you,
Take me far away,
An' lead me to the distant shore

Sail your ship across the water,
Spread your wings across the sky
Take the time to see
You're the one who holds the key,
Or sailing ships will pass,
Sailing ships will pass you,
Sailing ships will pass you by

Take me with you,
Take me far away,
We'll ride the wind across the sky
Spread your wings and you will see
You control, your destiny,
So sailing ships don't pass you by

So take me with you,
Take me far away,
We'll ride the wind across the sky
Spread your wings and you will see
You control, your destiny,
So sailing ships don't pass,
So sailing ships don't pass you,
So sailing ships don't pass you by

Baby, baby, baby, baby,
You'll find that you're the only one
Can sail your ship across the sky
 
Since he's a Grateful Dead fan, I'm thinking "Lost Sailor" ...


Compass card is spinning
Helm is swingin' to and fro
Ooh where's the dog star
Ooh where's the moon
You're lost sailor
You've been too long at sea


Some days the gales are howling
Some days the sea is still as glass
Oh, reef the mainsail
Oh, lash the mast
You're lost sailor
You've been too long at sea


Now the shore lights beckon
Yeah there's a price for being free


Hear the sea birds cry
There's a ghost wind blowin'
It's calling you to that misty swirling sea
Till the chains of your dreams are broken
No place in this world you can be


You're lost sailor
You've been way too long at sea
Now the shore lights beckon
Yeah there's a price for being free


Drifting yeah drifting
Yeah drifting and dreaming


'Cause there's a place you've never been
Maybe a place you've never seen
You can hear her calling on the wind


Go on and drift your life away
Yeah just drifting and dreaming


Maybe drift your life away
Drifting and dreaming


Yes I'm going on a dream
Maybe going on a dream
Maybe going on a feeling
Maybe going on a feeling
 
Got out of town
on a boat
going to Southern islands
Sailing a reach
before a following sea.
She was making for the trades
on the outside
and the downhill run to Papeete

Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas
we got eighty feet of the waterline
nicely making way
In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away

Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me, larger voices calling
What heaven brought you and me
cannot be forgotten

I have been around the world
looking for that woman-girl
who knows love can endure
And you know it will, and you know it will

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
you understand now why you came this way
Cause the truth you might be running from is so small
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day

So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dying
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain
I have my ship and all her flags are a flying
She is all that I have left and music is her name

Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure
And you know it will, and you know it will

So we cheated and we lied and we tested
and we never failed to fail
it was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you
at the Southern Cross
 
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles

Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings
Its a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker

But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Im just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The seas in my veins, my tradition remains
Im just glad I don't live in a trailer
 
"It's easy to grin
when your ship comes in
and you've got the stock market beat.
But the man worthwhile
is the man who can smile
when his shorts are too tight in the seat".

 
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