♫ Sail On ♫

‘Tis one of those nights when I am melancholy, memories of times past are replaying in my mind, and I’m recovering from the “Day From Hell”.  Now, you all know where I turn on nights like this, right?  Gotta be either Lionel or Stevie.  I seem to have played most of their best ones, but tonight I found an old favourite that I haven’t played here yet.

I was able to find very little background information about this song other than that it was produced by both Commodores and James Anthony Carmichael. The song reached the top ten on both the US and UK music charts that same year. Richie later recorded the song with Tim McGraw for 2012’s Tuskegee.  So … just listen and (hopefully) enjoy.

Sail On
Lionel Richie

Sail on down the line ’bout-a half-a mile or so
And-a don’t really wanna know-a where you’re goin’
Maybe once or twice, you see, time after time
I tried-a to, to hold on to what we got, but-a now you’re goin’
And I don’t mind about the things you’re gonna say, Lord
I gave all my money, and my time
I know it’s a shame, but I’m givin’ you back your name, yeah, yeah
Yes I’ll be on my way, I won’t be back to stay
I guess I’ll move along, I’m lookin’ for a good time

Sail on down the line, ain’t it funny how the time can go on-a
Friends say they told me so, but it doesn’t matter
It was plain to see that a small town boy like me
Just-a wasn’t your cup of tea
It was wishful thinkin’
I gave you my heart and I tried to make you happy
And you gave me nothin’ in return
You know, it ain’t so hard to say, “Would you please just go away,” yeah, yeah
I’ve thrown away the blues, I’m tired of bein’ used
I want everyone to know I’m lookin’ for a good time, good time

Sail on honey
Good times never felt so good
Sail on honey
Good times never felt so good
Sail on sugar
Good times never felt so good

Songwriters: Lionel Richie
Sail On lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

13 thoughts on “♫ Sail On ♫

  1. A questionable theme, looking for good times. Eric Burdon admitted in his song that he wasted his time looking for “Good Times.”
    But, really, Jill, it’s an okay song, and I’m just letting my mind ramble. Too many visits to “other” blogs always leaves me unfocused. “Skip-a-Rope. Skip-a-Rope. Aint it kinda funny what the children say” Who the hell said life had to be this way?

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      • Thanks David, and to your wife. So far so good for all of us. Just to paint you a picture, our fire is more than 1/10 the size of Wales, so far. They say it could still be burning next summer…

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        • It better not be in my 1/10.. I hope it doesn’t last until next Summer and that it veers off from your property and hits a river.Thanks for your best wishes to my Lady Julia but I lost her 6 years ago now. It’s just me and the budgie.
          Hugs

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            • I’m starting to get over it now thanks. He is Josephus III and he doesn’t talk, just mutters under his breath . You’ll occasionally hear ‘Joey Joey’ spat out like a swear word but the rest is just whispered misery. He is the most antisocial budgie in the world and I can hear his forebears turning in their coffins.In 4 years he’s never sat on a finger, landed on a friendly shoulder drunk anyone’s whisky , played football with a ping pong ball or tried to create any form of relationship except that of Supreme Commander. Hm, I wonder if I got Trumps bird by mistake.
              Hugs

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              • I have a cat that would love to meet him, but not to eat him. This cat thinks he is king shit of snob hill. He has literally told me he is royalty, and I am his whipping boy. He treats Gail like his Queen, but I am the servant who should cover up his poop. His name is Smoky, he wanted it to be Prince Smoky when he was younger, but now he demands King Smoky. Who died and made him King, I have no idea. But someone did.
                Him and Josephus III could have a great battle, as long as “Joey” stays in his castle for protection. The winner could “rule the roost!”

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                • You have my empathy whipping boy. I wish I could direct you to the part of my blog where I tell the tales of Oscar the cat who thought I was slave at his court and who would wake me for his attention by either leaving bar codes on my feet/legs or lying on m,y face until I couldn’t breathe. You could almost hear the demonic wheeze as he laughed. Also a smoke coloured cat and the subject of one of my books, the only person he showed love to was Julia and she was his so ‘Hands off’ to me,
                  Hugs

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                  • Smoky sounds like Oscar, reincarnated. I fortunately do not get bar codes, but rather Smoky knows how to extend just one claw, with force. He wakes me up 3 or 4 times a night to get 2 or 3 seconds of attention. Cruel beyond belief.

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