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Prince of
By: buffett, michael utley

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

"the sun, red and enormous, began to sink into the western sky. and simultaneously the moon began to rise on the other side of the river with it's own glorious shade of red, up out of
Trees 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 oaks and the palm
Father watched it and I thought he cry again. he had returned 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 plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts

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

One night they put a on the sunset
And got the whole world shaking
They rose the grave both the weak and the brave
'cause history was there for the
And the winos surrounded the condos forming a frail fence
And they shouted out to the roar of the crowd
"same old story, more than sense"

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

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

(instrumental)

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

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

Heaven knows but God
Just when to kill the prince of

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

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

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