PhilipH
Well-Known Member
to John Masefield and all those who have seen this before:
I must go down to the sea again, in a modern high-tech boat, And all I
ask is electric, for comfort while afloat, And alternators, and solar
panels, and generators going, And deep cycle batteries with many amperes flowing.
I must go down to the sea again, to the autopilot's ways,
And all I ask is a GPS, and a radar, and displays,
And a cell phone, and a weatherfax, and a shortwave radio,
And compact disks, computer games and TV videos.
I must go down to the sea again, with a freezer full of steaks, And all
I ask is a microwave, and a blender for milkshakes, And a watermaker,air-conditioner, hot water in the sink, And e-mail and a VHF to see what my buddies think.
I must go down to the sea again, with power-furling sails,
And chart displays of all the seas, and a bullhorn for loud hails, And
motors pulling anchor chains, and push-button sheets, And programs which take full charge of tacking during beats.
I must go down to the sea again, and not leave friends behind, And so
they never get seasick we'll use the web online, And all I ask is an
Internet with satellites over me, And beaming all the data up, my
friends sail virtually.
I must go down to the sea again, record the humpback whales, Compute until I decipher their language and their tales, And learn to sing in harmony, converse beneath the waves, And befriend the gentle giants as my synthesizer plays.
I must go down to the sea again, with RAM in gigabytes,
and teraflops of processing for hobbies that I like,
And software suiting all my wants, seated at my console
And pushing on the buttons which give me complete control.
I must go down to the sea again, my concept seems quite sound, But whenI simulate this boat, some problems I have found. The cost is
astronomical, repairs will never stop, Instead of going sailing, I'll be
shackled to the dock.
I must go down to the sea again, how can I get away?
Must I be locked in low-tech boats until my dying day?
Is there no cure for my complaint, no technologic fix?
Oh, I fear this electric fever is a habit I can't kick.
I must go down to the sea again, in a modern high-tech boat, And all I
ask is electric, for comfort while afloat, And alternators, and solar
panels, and generators going, And deep cycle batteries with many amperes flowing.
I must go down to the sea again, to the autopilot's ways,
And all I ask is a GPS, and a radar, and displays,
And a cell phone, and a weatherfax, and a shortwave radio,
And compact disks, computer games and TV videos.
I must go down to the sea again, with a freezer full of steaks, And all
I ask is a microwave, and a blender for milkshakes, And a watermaker,air-conditioner, hot water in the sink, And e-mail and a VHF to see what my buddies think.
I must go down to the sea again, with power-furling sails,
And chart displays of all the seas, and a bullhorn for loud hails, And
motors pulling anchor chains, and push-button sheets, And programs which take full charge of tacking during beats.
I must go down to the sea again, and not leave friends behind, And so
they never get seasick we'll use the web online, And all I ask is an
Internet with satellites over me, And beaming all the data up, my
friends sail virtually.
I must go down to the sea again, record the humpback whales, Compute until I decipher their language and their tales, And learn to sing in harmony, converse beneath the waves, And befriend the gentle giants as my synthesizer plays.
I must go down to the sea again, with RAM in gigabytes,
and teraflops of processing for hobbies that I like,
And software suiting all my wants, seated at my console
And pushing on the buttons which give me complete control.
I must go down to the sea again, my concept seems quite sound, But whenI simulate this boat, some problems I have found. The cost is
astronomical, repairs will never stop, Instead of going sailing, I'll be
shackled to the dock.
I must go down to the sea again, how can I get away?
Must I be locked in low-tech boats until my dying day?
Is there no cure for my complaint, no technologic fix?
Oh, I fear this electric fever is a habit I can't kick.
