Songtext 15 cuban minutes Jimmy Buffett

15 cuban minutes

Fifteen Cuban minutes
Fairly safe to say
Can feel more like an hour
Or the entire day

In the land where time means nothing
Not hard to slip away
El diablo by los abido
Y los curas on Sunday

Fifteen Cuban minutes
The end is out of sight
So I'll'meet you by'the cannon
On the the Malecón tonight

It started in Havana
In Nineteen-twenty-one
On the schooner Chiquimula
Where a party had begun

Primer cumpleaños
For a tiny lad at sea
And in my heart
Is still that faded photo of JD

Signal flags were flying
Atop the entire fleet
While the rhumba band from Santiago
Played the birthday boy to sleep

That's the tale was told to me
A sea dog nursery rhyme
And the music that was handed down
From a long forgotten time

Fifteen Cuban minutes
Get lost in the fog
LIfe's a test, just do your best
Like a three-legged dog

In the land where time means nothing
You can often lose your mind
Now place your bets, or better yet
Just join a conga line

Fifteen Cuban minutes
Can turn night into day
They're dancing on the tables
Down at El Frente

Another entry in the log
My mind put to a test
When we sailed with the Hemmingways
On a schooner from Key West

They'd come to make a movie
About long forgotten times
See old friends, drink some rum
And visit family shrines

So how the hell did we wind up
Just tagging right along?
They were looking for a soundtrack
And heard one of my songs

So I sang Havana Daydreamin'
Just me and my guitar
To some very stern KGB guys
Trying to blend in at the bar

So for fifteen Cuban minutes
La bodega did ignite
Ma cozy tumbadora
Kept us up all night

Mojitos by the minute
The crowd stacked at the door
Niños, dogs, and roosters
Frolicked on the floor

Fifteen Cuban minutes
Lots of give and take
Birthdays always come and go
But not a birthday cake

Fifteen Cuban minutes
Are easy to embrace
No calendars or watch to wind
No schedules to chase

In the land where time means nothing
This phrase it cries, "Delay!"
Put it on a tee shirt
And everyone will pay

Que se los nietos cubanos
De la se la drama
Aquino a te si
Solo la vitana

Music makes use happy
It's in our chromosomes
No matter where we wander
Music takes us home

It started on the island
Disbursed by sweet songbirds
Who flew north 'cross the Gulf Stream
And everybody heard

Now the clock just keeps on ticking
I hear it everywhere I go
And I sing along in cars and bars
Along Calle Ocho

Bless Ricky Ricardo
And Little Ricky, too
They set my mind on island time
How about you?

The Greeks and Egyptians
Had sundials in the sand
Now we have atomic clocks
That measure the Big Bang

Still I prefer the simple way
Let's take it to the street
More walking and less talking
Tap time with your feet

Fifteen Cuban minutes
Still stands the test of time
Like a Salas photograph
Or Kenneth Patchen rhyme

If you're looking for a launchpad
No news, just hearsay
Don't bother with the WiFi
Fuck Siri, ask Jose!

Fifteen Cuban minutes
There's no end in sight
I'll meet you by the cannon
On the the Malecón tonight