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JIMMY BUFFETT lyrics - Far Side Of The World

Far Side Of The World

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Ramadan is over, The new moon's shown her face, I'm halfway round the planet, In a most unlikely place. Following my song line Past bamboo shacks and shops Behind a jitney packed like sardines, With bananas piled on top. I ran away from politics, It's too bizarre at home. Away I flew, tuned into Blue 'Maybe Amsterdam or Rome' Awakened by a stewardess, With Spain somewhere below. On the threshold of adventure, God I do love this job so. So while I make my move On the big board game Up and down a Spanish highway, Some things remain the same. Girls meet boys and the boys tease girls I'm heading out this morning, For the Far Side of the World. Oh I believe in song lines Obvious and not I'd ridden them like camels To some most peculiar spots. They run across the oceans Through mountains and saloons And tonight out to the dessert Where I sit atop this dune. I was destined for this vantage point Which is so far from the Sea I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery From Paris to Tunisia Casablanca to Dakar I was riding long before I flew Through the wind and sand and stars. Caravan Ride that hump And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps Sleeping bags and battle flags Are coiled and furled That's the way you travel To the far side of the world! A Sunset framed by lightening bolts Burns a lasting memory And a string of tiny twinkling lights adorn the sausage tree. While the embers from the log fire Flicker, fly, and twirl Then drift off toward the cosmos From the Far Side of the World. Well it's Christmas and my birthday and so to that extent The Masai not the wise men Are circling my tent. I teach them how to play guitar They show me how to dance We have rum from the Caribbean And Burgundy from France. New Year's Eve in Zanzibar With Babu and his boys High up on the rooftop You can relish all the noise. They are dancing on the tables People bouncing like gazelles Two 0-0-1 is ushered in With air raid horns and bells. Time to sing time to dance Living out my second chance. Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled That's the way it happens On the Far Side of the World. Back at home, it's afternoon Six thousand miles away. I will still be there when I get through Attending this soiree There are jobs and chores and questions And plates I need to twirl, But tonight I'll take my chances, On the Far Side of the World. That's the way it happens On the Far Side of the World.

I Go Back

KENNY CHESNEY "When The Sun Goes Down"
'Jack and Diane' painted a picture of my life and my dreams, Suddenly this crazy world made more sense to me Well I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along Cause everytime I hear that song... I go back to a two toned short bed Chevy Drivin my first love out to the levvy Livin life with no sense of time And I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine Wishin time would stop right in its tracks Everytime I hear that song, I go back I used to rock all night to 'Keep On Rockin Me Baby' Frat parties, college bars, just tryin to impress the ladies I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along Cause everytime I hear that song.... I go back to the smell of an old gym floor The taste of salt on the Carolina shore After graduation and drinkin goodbye to friends And I go back to watchin summer fade to fall Growin up too fast and I do recall Wishin time would stop right in its tracks Everytime I hear that song, I go back, I go back We all have a song that somehow stamped our lives Takes us to another place and time So I go back to a pew,preacher, and a choir Singin bout God, brimstone, and fire And the smell of Sunday chicken after church And I go back to the loss of a real good friend And the sixteen summers I shared with him Now 'Only The Good Die Young' stops me in my tracks Everytime I hear that song, I go back....

Battle Cry

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none. No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one. So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke And guess what? That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco Bunch of trash inbetween hooks Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera I rhyme hotter and I say it better I'm a winter cold war I'm a product of the Regan Era Day thinkin till the page inkin' My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln. Fam I don't know what they thinkin These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin I'm a boss not a loss yet You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets Local boy, when's the last time you all left? I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next Last month Canada, before that? Europe I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup Every time I write it's another flight Another whore with my kids on her underbite Another "YAOWA!" chant when I touch the Mic Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape But the sky ain't the limit I could teleport through my mind any minute Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit" All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid I'm outta this world - don't belong here What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair? Family, you niggas got it twisted Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk Dick in my hand I'm pissed off But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent Underneath the shades on a Project park bench Superman when I grip the Mic The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite You'll become a little memory, gigabyte Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain If I don't put them on a track I would go insane Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram I live the life of a rock-star They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10' My peers know I'm gonna win. This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain Sometimes we take a bath Victory feels far better Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter I'm harder than a fonz-lebber My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever I could front like a car fender Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders New York I'm the answer to your prayers Head Nod music, leave the dancin over there Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports. Chea Joell Ortiz Who feel they... Who feel they better?

Time

TOM WAITS
Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street the shadow boys are breaking all the laws and you're east of East St. Louis and the wind is making speeches and the rain sounds like a round of applause Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon his invisible fiance is in the mirror the band is going home it's raining hammers, it's raining nails yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here Chorus And it's Time Time Time And it's Time Time Time And it's Time Time Time that you love And it's Time Time Time And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away and the things you can't remmeber tell the things you can't forget that history puts a saint in every dream Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off but these mamas boys just didn't know when to quit and Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams or are those prayers so just close your eyes, son and this won't hurt a bit Chorus Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl the boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street and when she's on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet so put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips till the dish outside the window fills with rain just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart and pay the fiddler off till I come back again Chorus

The E Street Shuffle

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Darkness On The Edge Of Town"
Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot,All the little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot, The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night, The teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance and everything's alright, Little kids down there either dancin' or hooked up in a scuffle, Dressed in snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle. Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream, Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen, The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen Gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle, And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble, Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains, She's deaf in combat down on Lover's Lane She drives all them local boys insane. Little Angel says, Oh, everybody form a line.Oh, everybody form a line. Sparks fly on E Street when the boy-prophets walk it handsome and hot, All them little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot, Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's. It's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle, But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E Street Shuffle, As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans as they move on out down to the scene All the kids are dancin'.

Melissa

INDIGO GIRLS
(handed down and made by hand) each time you'd pull down the driveway i wasn't sure when i would see you again yours was a twisted blind sided highway no matter which road you took then oh you set up your place in my thoughts moved in and made my thinking crowded now we're out in the back with the barking dogs my heart the red sun your heart the moon clouded i could go crazy on a night like tonight when summer's beginning to give up her fight and every thought's a possibility and the voices are heard but nothing is seen why do you spend this time with me maybe an equal mystery so what is love then is it dictated or chosen (handed down and made by hand) does it sing like the hymns of 1000 years or is it just pop emotion (handed down and made by hand) and if it ever was there and it left does it mean it was never true and to exist it must elude is that why i think these things of you i could go crazy on a night like tonight when summer's beginning to give up her fight and every thought's a possibility and the voices are heard but nothing is seen why do you spend this time with me may be an equal mystery but you like the taste of danger it shines like sugar on your lips and you like to stand in the line of fire just to show you can shoot straight from you hip there must be a 1000 things you would die for i can hardly think of two but not everything is better spoken aloud not when i'm talking to you oh the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight breaks a bottle to christen her basking in the exploits of her thief she's a very good listener maybe that's all that we need is to meet in the middle of impossibility we're standing at opposite poles equal partners in a mystery (handed down and made by hand) we're standing at opposite poles equal partners in a mystery words and music by emily saliers

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