Skip to main content

Message In A Bottle


We often read fictionalized accounts, or watch poignant movie portrayals, of someone stranded on a desert isle who drops a message in a bottle in the hopes of getting rescued.  Why didn't they think of that on TV's Lost?  They may have gotten off that bloody island by now.  Or on Gilligan's Island. I don't think they ever thought of a simple message in a bottle in the three seasons they were on television.  Three seasons?  It was supposed to be a three hour tour...a three hour tour.  Add on Gilligan's decades of syndication and that little sucker wasn't a clueless bumbling nincompoop for 3 hours or 3 years.  He showed us how dumb he was for close to 30 years.  It also perpetrated the age old question, "Ginger or Mary Ann?"

I wonder if Sting was thinking of Ginger and Mary Ann when he wrote his Message in a Bottle in 1979.  Formed in 1977, The Police were known for the reggae-influence in their music.  This song is from their second album Regatta de Blanc, a top seller in Britain and the rest of Europe.

The video is somewhat unique in that it is apparently the televised debut of Message In A Bottle, prior to its recorded release.  It's also before the band members dyed their hair their trademark blond.  Another message in a bottle, as it were.





Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh 
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh 
More loneliness than any man could bear 
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh 

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world 
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world 
I hope that someone gets my 
I hope that someone gets my 
I hope that someone gets my 
Message in a bottle, yeah 
Message in a bottle, yeah 

A year has passed since I wrote my note 
But I should have known this right from the start 
Only hope can keep me together 
Love can mend your life but 
Love can break your heart 

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world 
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world 
I hope that someone gets my 
I hope that someone gets my 
I hope that someone gets my 
Message in a bottle, yeah 
Message in a bottle, yeah 
Message in a bottle, yeah 
Message in a bottle, yeah 

Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw 
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore 
Seems I'm not alone in being alone 
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home 

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world 
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world 
I hope that someone gets my 
I hope that someone gets my 
I hope that someone gets my 
Message in a bottle, yeah 
Message in a bottle, yeah 
Message in a bottle, yeah 
Message in a bottle, yeah 

Sending out at an S.O.S. 
Sending out at an S.O.S. 
Sending out at an S.O.S. 
Sending out at an S.O.S. 
Sending out at an S.O.S. 
Sending out at an S.O.S.

This musical interlude is brought to you by Theme Thursday.  Drop by and follow the links to see how my blogging buddies interpreted "bottle" today.
Labels:

Comments

Deb said…
Gilligan was an oaf. Too much reefer. I want to know why Ginger brought all those evening dresses and jewels on a three hour tour, a three hour tour.
25 February 2010 at 06:44
Tess Kincaid said…
The professor should have thought of it!
25 February 2010 at 07:20
nonamedufus said…
Deb: The Captain had the drug problem...and ensuing munchies! Ginger's extensive wardrobe was never explained.
25 February 2010 at 08:49
nonamedufus said…
Willow: He'd have been the logical one.
25 February 2010 at 08:49
nonamedufus said…
California Girl: Yeah, me too. I thought the vid was an interesting find.
25 February 2010 at 08:50
Unfinished Rambler said…
My vote is for Mary Ann.

For whom do you vote? :)
25 February 2010 at 09:11
nonamedufus said…
UR: I confess I was always a Mary Ann fan.
25 February 2010 at 09:22
Anonymous said…
I'm a huge fan of Sting and The Police. Just not when they are trying to give me a ticket.

Barum bump!

hee hee
25 February 2010 at 09:47
http://howtobecomeacatladywithoutthecats.blogspot.com said…
Thank god you posted the Police video so I had something else besides the theme from Gilligan's Island to circle round in my head today.
25 February 2010 at 12:47
Anonymous said…
That song totally makes me start tapping my feet and singing along...

Mine is here.
25 February 2010 at 13:00
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: Oh I hate to get stung by the police!
25 February 2010 at 14:57
nonamedufus said…
Don: Mary Ann's in the lead.
25 February 2010 at 14:57
nonamedufus said…
CL: Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale...
25 February 2010 at 15:00
nonamedufus said…
Titanium: It's got a good beat and you can dance to it...
25 February 2010 at 15:02
Dr Max Tunguska said…
Great song. Yep, I like your idea of an ending to Lost. A small note in a bottle would work wonders.
25 February 2010 at 17:15
nonamedufus said…
idifficult: I lost interest after season one.
25 February 2010 at 17:23
Chris said…
Considering that they were just a blip on the pop music radar (five albums over a period of just under five years), they were pretty damn awesome. "Roxanne" will always be a personal favorite.
25 February 2010 at 18:09
nonamedufus said…
Chris: I saw them on their reunion tour...they were still pretty good.
25 February 2010 at 19:56
Dreamhaven said…
Enjoyed the show a lot. Always thought it was unrealistic in that there should have been children by season 3. Too hot for TV I guess, at least back then.
26 February 2010 at 11:29
nonamedufus said…
Dreamhaven: The last thing that show needed was a bunch of little Gilligans running around the island!
26 February 2010 at 12:02
Canadian Blend said…
I dropped a bottle in the English Channel back in 1975. It had my address in it -- my cousin lives at that address now.

Every day... I wait... hoping someone has found the bottle and sent a postcard to my old address.

OK. That might be an exaggeration. But, wouldn't it be cool?
28 February 2010 at 21:49
nonamedufus said…
Cdn Blend: It's been known to happen.
1 March 2010 at 08:53
Anonymous said…
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
18 March 2010 at 06:41
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born.  That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network.  And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard.  But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door.  And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran.  The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993.  I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share.  The formula was pretty simple.  A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains.  The show opened as follows... Imagination Day!  Oh boy! ...
41 comments
Read more

Hello Goodbye

Today a bit of a reflective piece. Rather than being funny, this is  about the funny. It's a day of mixed emotion at nonamedufus . You see, after several months of inactivity I've dropped a couple of former blogger buddies off my blog roll. I kept hanging on and hanging on hoping they'd return to active blogging but, alas, after waiting in one case five months I've decided to let them go. I'm going to miss - going to? I have been missing - Margo at the Screaming Me-Me . She was one funny lady. From time to time she and I would engage in a feud or two for several days at a time but it was all in fun both for us and, I think, for our readers. And we'd leave each other funny comments, poking fun at each other. I miss her friendship and our humorous exchanges. The other blogger I'm letting go is Chelle, The Offended Blogger . Chelle was a special lady. In addition to her own blog she created and managed Humor Bloggers Dot Com where humour bloggers like m...
16 comments
Read more

The Dangling Conversation

There's a debate underway in my household between my wife and I. I say "underway" because it hasn't quite reached the "raging" stage. If you want raging, my wife (a Francophone) and I (an Anglophone) from time to time (usually in a weak moment of my own making) slip into our number one discussion around why we don't speak more French at home - ergo - when am I, a former public servant who learned French at the expense of our gracious taxpayers and was technically rated bilingual (even though I hardly used it), going to improve my use of Canada's other language? This one never gets resolved, hence it's ongoing nature. But the current debate is over a remark I casually made the other day. I'm no geek, but with a lot of time on my hands I surf the web, converse on Facebook and such and - I have to admit - "I'm nonamedufus and I'm a Twitterholic". In an epiphany-like moment I was struck by the apparent impact of social networkin...
15 comments
Read more