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Fruitcakes


As performed by Jimmy Buffett and Amy Lee, 1994


This is a personal favorite among all of the songs from Jimmy Buffett, with memorable lyrics worth sharing. Please also see the liner and personal notes at the bottom of this page...

Spoken:



You know I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day she runs this space station and bake shop down near Boomtown. She told me that human beings are flawed individuals. The cosmic bakers took us out of the oven a little too early. And that's the reason we're as crazy as we are and I believe it.”
 

“Take for example when you go to the movies these days, you know. They try to sell you this jumbo drink, eight extra ounces of watered down Cherry Coke for an extra twenty-five cents. I don't want it. I don't want that much organization in my life! I don't want other people thinking for me! I want my Junior Mints! Where did the Junior Mints go in the movies? I don't want a twelve pound Nestle's Crunch for twenty-five dollars. I want Junior Mints!”

”We need more fruitcakes in this world and less bakers! We need people that care! I'm mad as hell! And I don't want to take it anymore!”


Chorus:

Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise, lost and found
Paradise, take a look around
I was out in California where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires, mud slides
They've got sushi in the mall
Water bars, brontosaurs, Chinese modern lust
Shake and Bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust

Chorus:

Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Spoken:



Speakin' of fruitcakes, how 'bout the government? Your tax dollars at work."


We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost its cone shaped head
We spent ninety jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars”

Chorus:

Fruitcakes in the galaxy (Fruitcakes in the galaxy)
Fuitcakes on the earth (Fruitcakes on the earth)
Struttin' naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Spoken:



Religion! Religion! Oh, there's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning. Here we go now. Alright, alter boys."


Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa
Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The god's honest truth is it's not that simple
It's the Buddhist in you, it's the Pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's the born again look its the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what's goin' on, I ain't gotta clue...

Spoken:



"Now here comes the big ones. Relationships! We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with 'em? Here we go, I'll tell ya."


She said you gotta do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightnin' bug

Chorus:

Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Spoken:



The future. Captain's log, stardate two thousand and something."


We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy HAL
Now don't look that abstract
So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Jah lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity really is the only way
Its a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day
Hey!

Chorus:

Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Spoken:



That's right, you too. Yeah those crumbs are spread all around this universe. I've seen fruitcakes. I saw this guy in Santa Monica roller-skate naked through the crosswalk. Down in New Orleans in the French market there are fruitcakes like you cannot believe. New York, forget it. Fruitcake City. Down island, we've got fruitcakes. Spread them crumbs around. That's right, we want 'em around. Keep bakin' baby. Keep bakin'..."


JB-Fruitcakes was the 19th studio album by singer-songwriter Jimmy Buffett. This album was released in May 1994 coming off a five year hiatus from the recording studio since 1989's Off to See the Lizard.

It reached #5 on the Billboard 200 album chart, making it Buffett's first top ten album. The album was also certified "Platinum" by the RIAA on 19 December 2004. The first single from the album, "Fruitcakes" (see lyrics above) charted at #29 on the Billboard Adult Contemporary chart.

The second single, "Frenchmen for the Night," did not chart.

Liner Notes;



When I look back on the causes and effects that have brought me to this stage in my life, I do believe I have kept my guardian angels quite busy. I say angels, because I feel that with the lifestyle I have chosen, more help is required and they have been quite good at providing me with the right kind of help at the right time. Gamble Rogers was the right kind of help. I vividly remember the days I spent traversing the folk club circuit in the Southeast, roaring down two lane black top road with Gamble at the wheel of his black fastback Mustang listening to the glass packs ricocheting through the pines as he offered words of wisdom to an up and coming folk singer from the Gulf Coast.

I would open shows for Gamble in places like The Hub Pub Club in Buoy’s Creek, North Carolina or the Tradewinds in St. Augustine or the Gaslight in Athens watching him weave the magic with just a guitar and a story. Gamble Rogers taught me how to move an audience with dialogue and delivery as much as with the music. I never tired of listening to him expound about the Maitland Turkey Farm Massacre or deliver a history lesson on the Seminole Chief, Osceola, as he sang a Will McClain song. I was the apprentice and he was the master.

As we each continued down our respective paths, we saw less and less of each other, but stayed in touch as good friends do. When the Margaritaville Cafe opened its doors in Key West, it was Gamble whom I asked to initiate the stage and hopefully leave his mark there for others to follow. That week we shared many a good laugh recalling our days together and caught up on the years that were passing so quickly. He had settled into a quieter routine of teaching and doing festival around Florida. I was trying to hold down the fort of the troubadours that was being bombarded constantly by pop culture. I attribute a lot of my ability to remain true to my vision to Gamble Rogers and what he taught me. Many of his tricks of twenty years ago are the same ones I still use today.

So, it was with shock and sadness that I read the account of Gambles’ death in St. Augustine last year. He died trying to save a man from drowning. Just like Gamble, always thinking of the other guy. So with love and respect, I dedicate this collection of song to the memory of James Gamble Rogers, a troubadour and a friend who has gone over to the other side where the guardian angels dwell and has in all likelihood, become one. “
~ Jimmy Buffett, 16 March, Somewhere over the Gulf of Mexico


Personal Note:

I first saw and perform at a small nightclub in Gainesville, Florida in the ‘70s. I was taking a full 16-hour course load and working full-time as the sales manager of a large camera store store at the time. A girl that I was dating at the time rushed into the camera store all excited, and was telling me all about the new music duo she had heard, and said, “You’ve got to come see them with me tonight!” I was almost exhausted from work and school, but agreed.

That night we went to see them play, and they were far above what we were used to seeing there. My date had already made friends with Gamble and Jimmy, and after their performance, we adjourned to a very smoky camper for some local refreshments. I often wondered over the ensuing years if Jimmy had thought up the name of his group, the Coral Reefers, right there in the back of that same camper. 

We saw them a number of times in the months that followed, especially in St. Augustine, which seemed to be Gamble Rogers’ home port at the time. As time passed, Gamble and Jimmy went their separate ways, as noted in the liner notes above. It was only when I bought my own copy of the Fruitcakes album on CD the week that it was released that I found out that Gamble was no longer with us.

There’s a peaceful place in Florida known as the Gamble Rogers Memorial State Recreation Area, a 144 acre State Park located at Flagler Beach, between the Atlantic Ocean and the Intra-Coastal Waterway on SR A1A. It is about 18 miles north of Daytona Beach and about 30 miles south of St. Augustine. Between May and early September, Loggerhead, Green and Leatherback sea turtles are among the wildlife of the park.

It seems that while Gamble Rogers was camping at Flagler Beach on October 10, 1991, a frightened young girl ran up to him, begging him to help her father, who was in trouble in rough surf. Compromised by spinal arthritis that had been worsening since childhood, Rogers nevertheless grabbed an air mattress and headed into the ocean in a rescue attempt. Both men died in the surf. Some thought that he was a bit nutty because he was well aware of the crippling spinal arthritis that had affected him severely, but that’s just the way that he lived his life. In honor of his heroism. the Florida Legislature renamed the state park Gamble Rogers Memorial State Recreation Area at Flagler Beach.

Yes, there's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

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lelvsdgs
Aug. 11th, 2009 02:40 pm (UTC)
Wonderful post. I did not know about Gamble Rogers, this was a touching story. Jimmy Buffet is right, we need more fruitcakes and guardian angels in our lives... Thanks for sharing this.
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