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Prince of
By: buffett, michael utley

Pat conroy, doc pomus and the people of island have already said it all. I am thankful for such 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 breath taking dance of light across the and the palm
Father watched it and I thought he would cry again. he had to the sea, and his heart was a low country heart."

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

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

One night they put a on the sunset
And that got the whole shaking
They rose from the grave both the weak and the
history was there for the makin'
And the winos surrounded the forming a frail human fence
And they shouted out loud to the of the crowd
"same old story, more dollars sense"

Now I realize who killed the of tides
How can you how it used to be
When there's left to see

novels make young girls dream
And spending quieter days in the stream
With goodman, giovinno, and mac d
They were good friends to me

(instrumental)

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

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

Heaven knows but God
Just to kill the prince of tides

You can dance (you can dance) every (you can dance)
With the guy (you can dance) who 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 your hand
the pale moonlight (you can dance, ba-dum)
But forget who's takin' you home
And in arms you're gonna be
Save the dance for me

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

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