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Prince of
By: buffett, michael utley

Pat conroy, doc pomus and the people of dafuskie island have already said it all. I am thankful for inspiration.

"the sun, red and enormous, began to sink into the sky. and simultaneously the moon began to rise on the other side of the river with it's own glorious shade of red, coming up out of
Trees like a russet firebird. the sun and the moon seem to acknowledge each other and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a taking dance of light across the oaks and the palm
Father it and I thought he would cry again. he had returned to the sea, and his heart was a low country heart."

drums are silent and the wingos are poets at last
Out on dafuskie island, the bulldozers the past
And the low country sinks, she can not
The feels the hurt
the foursome plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts

Now I realize who killed the prince of
How can you tell how it to be
When nothin' left to see

One they put a price on the sunset
And that got the world shaking
They rose from the grave both the and the brave
'cause history was there for the
And the winos surrounded the condos a frail human fence
And shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd
"same old story, dollars than sense"

Now I who killed the prince of tides
How can you tell how it to be
there's nothin' left to see

Paperback novels make young dream
And judy's spending days in the stream
With goodman, giovinno, and mac d
They were such friends to me

(instrumental)

Yes and now I who killed the prince of tides
How can you how it used to be
When there's nothin' to see

Oh, and now I realize who the prince of tides
How can you tell how it to be
When there's left to see
left to see

Heaven knows but God
Just when to the prince of tides

You can (you can dance) every dance (you can dance)
the guy (you can dance) who gives you the eye (you can dance)
And wants to hold you (you can dance)
You can smile (you can smile) every (you can smile)
For the man ( you can smile) who holds your
Beneath the moonlight (you can dance, ba-dum)
But don't forget who's takin' you
And in whose you're gonna be
the last dance for me

And music, beach music, beach music, just plays on...

--
"the white comes to me at night, singing in the river of time, with a thousand dolphins in radiant attendance, bringing charismatic greetings from the prince of tides."