Equal strain on all parts
Whatever course you set
It'll ease the pain on backs and brains and hearts
It's a solid thing to wish for
It's the wrong thing to forget
Lying in this hammock now
It sure feels good to get
An equal strain on all parts
And watch the sun go down
Hear the sea roll in
I'll be thinking of you
And how it might have been
Hear the night bird cry
Watch the sunset down
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder
So I can't look back for too long
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me
And I know that I just can't go wrong
With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes…
We act like crazy people
Talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation
Still that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways
Crawled up like a L.A. traffic jam
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone…
(1/2)
The world keeps closin' in
It has before, it will again
A voice beyond the wind
Says we must go beyond the end
So follow beyond the end
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Sail On, Bobby G
To that One Particular Harbor in the sky
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(2/2)Whenever I think of Robert Greenidge, I’ll think of this cut from Jimmy’s Live in Anguilla album.
The fun interplay between them at the start. The iconic, emphatic steel pan beats. You just can’t beat it.
His contributions will be sorely missed.
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.
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
I wanna be there
I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And I'm a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
I rounded first, never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no Pete Rose
I can't pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible
These brittle bones don't bend
It’s not close quarters that would make me snap
It’s just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap
Sail away for a month at a time
Sail away I’ve got to recharge mind
Then you’ll find me back at it again
Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
And in a flash all hell has broken loose
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street…
Now I've got a schoolboy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down South
It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth
Flyin' down the highway of my dreams
You will find my crazy love
Is always what it seems
My love is guaranteed
You're never going to see the end of me
I've got all you need
You'll be the coffee I'll be the creamer
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Spillin' wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile
He pays her well but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while
Havana daydreamin'
Boy, he's just dreamin'
His life away
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the Savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
If you don't believe my words
Or think my story's true
Get a bottle of rum and a Eskatrol
And watch the same thing happen to you
We'll push the fool button…