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Prince of
By: jimmy buffett, michael

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 shade of red, coming up out of
Trees like a russet firebird. the sun and the moon seem to acknowledge each and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a breath taking dance of light across the oaks and the palm
watched it and I thought he would cry again. he had returned to the sea, and his heart was a low country heart."

African are silent and the wingos are poets at last
Out on dafuskie island, the bulldozers bury the
And the low sinks, she can not swim
The dogwood the hurt
While the foursome plays on days in their alligator shirts

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

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

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

Paperback novels make young girls
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 realize who the prince of tides
How can you how it used to be
there's nothin' left to see

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

knows but God decides
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 to hold you tight (you can dance)
You can smile (you can smile) every (you can smile)
For the man ( you can smile) who holds hand
Beneath the pale (you can dance, ba-dum)
But don't who's takin' you home
And in whose arms gonna be
Save the dance for me

And beach music, beach music, beach music, 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."