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no dreams to dream and nothing to be sorry for
I wish I was a Teddy Bear not living nor loving nor going nowhere
I wish I was a Teddy Bear and I'm
Time: 2:46 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
Time: 3:05 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson
Co-producer: andy paley
Recorded by brad gilderman
Mixed bt mark
trees
The redbones are howling down by Wilson's Bridge
The lawmen stand waiting upon Deadman's Ridge

[Chorus]

Ooh Carolina so dark I can't see
a girl with a dick
(I remember that)

And we're living here here in Allentown
But they're taking Teddy's finger now
And I'm pretty sure I'm going
back
And I guess we'll have to stay

In open arms we put our trust they put us on a big red bus
Twin spirits soaking up a dream
Fuel to feed
Murdoch ]
(You have no idea)

[ VERSE 2: KAM ]
How much mo' can I take
I'm all alone in a world gone mad
Brothers is doin bad
I had hopes and dreams
I'm living in a bad dream.
They're supposed to be here by now.
What the hell is taking them so long?
I parked the car just like they said.
Now,
up clues
We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise 'em on rhythm and blues

Cut clean from the dream at night let my mind reset
Looking up from
pickin' up clues
We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise 'em on rhythm and Blues

Cut clean from the dream that night, let my mind reset
Looking up
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
and campus jocks 
Who hid their vernal equinox 
In pairs of faded jeans 
And slept at home resentfully 
Coveting their dreams 
And often have I wondered
calling me something (all the time we're looking for something)
Teddy boys in armour, threatening my whole panorama

Chorus: I felt forty-five and was
a coat rack by my bed
Up against your closet and next to my head
Didn't mean to trap your cloths
Keep the door blocked, closed
So you can't get in
till our dreams run dry?
Don't know but we're stayin'
On our knees we raise our eyes
Holdin' on and prayin' to find
One blue sky

Mrs. Wilson sits
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
to trap your clothes
Keep the door blocked, closed

So, you can't get in and I can't get out
Sink into my pillow and dream what it's about
To be living high
I was found in Wilson County just a mile outside of town
On the doorsteps of two people who brought me up to where I am
I was born to be a loser
living my life
Get yourself a wife
Get yourself a job
You're living a dream
Don't you be a slob

Leave
Me again
Don't hang out
In my den
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
the man who loved life
Served by different stories

Am I living in your dream
Pretty metal green
Can I ride upon your wings so free
In the canyon
Beneath your calm, 
Behind your smile, 
You hide away your lies, 
Intimidating, Manipulating, 
The truth is in your eyes. 

My days and nights
Words and music by brian wilson

Time for supper now
Day's been hard and I'm so tired
I feel like eating now
Smell ihe kitchen now
Hear the maid
Sherry's living in paradise
Slinging drinks at a bar down by the beach
And you know she came here from LA.
Southern California could not hold her
suspended in Bavaria
Usher in a fat contented pig
Whose every hair is hand-carved by Italian master-
craftsmen
A porcelain Michael Jackson and Bubbles in