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Down on Longboat Key

Alabama

The Country Side of Life

1994

the fishermen, the nets and the sunset
But she don't see him, her eyes fill with tears

She stands there lookin' at the crystal blue water
And in the coral she

Come to your senses Virginia
The water is warm
The wine was expensive, Virginia
The year you were born
Answer the doorbell
I'm ringing the doorbell

Fishermen clutch their wands close to their shivering bodies
But their charms are weak with no fish to be reaped

Red fish blue you know what I wish

and silence meet
Blue waters of Santa Maria
Sanctuary, where the oceans still breed

Then day comes to an end
And twilight's falling

Fishermen are gathering by

the water and I love the bottom of the harbour where I live
I love the girls and I love the police and I love the inspectors inspecting stacks
I love the blue

Tell the fishermen
On every ship
I hope they sink
And catch no fish
I hope sharks die
Octopus and squid
Waters laced with blood
And dorsal fins
Hope

The lighthouse is where I went crying
Back when I was only seventeen
Hid from the Star-Thief
Bleeding blue ink
So much time wasted waiting
For men

I found myself drifting towards the sea, the blue of the ocean sets me free
Stars in the heavens map my course, sailing in search of far off ports

Drying its wings in the summer breeze
Watching the fishermen go by
Diving down in search for food
Gliding through the sea with ease

A graceful

On the wharf, the lobster traps are waiting
For fishermen to take them out to sea 
There's a tall ship out on the horizon 
And in salmon skies, it

away.  Like some isolated lake,
her flat blue eyes take care of their own stark 
bottoms.  Her hands are nervous, curled, ready
to scrape.  
The common

I’ve heard tell of a place by the sea
Where fishermen live like kings
I’m going East for to find that water
And harvest my fortune from the sea

I’m

Sparkling like winter gems in the faces of withered men
As I walk into the living water and never stop
I'm a siren on a rock, rhythm and blues within a song

rollin' through the Doug Fir Trees
Beheld the water on the Puget Sound
Once upon a time in Ballard town

Ballard town, oh Ballard town, there's no place

strength when I take his gang to the ground
Silverfang I doubted 
He could teach me anything
So I made a vow and said , "I'm graduating now"
Blue Fire gets

Water flowing down a petal just like tears are for down people
When I'm at funeral water dripping down inside steeples
I can see the sorrow in they

Destiny 
Childhood failure 
Decline of man

Withholding light
Bright orange creamsicle 

Drowned in morning dew of purple dyed water
Tangled bright

on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could

we to do with this generation
I'm wise like the eyes of a crocodile
I crack a smile, the joker of the fresh water, order you orders first, cause ain't

with memories and associations, leaving the stark Prescient taste of awe upon
Our thought streams
She gripped my hand, the scratched, dulled wedding band

the trench 
Keep pushing miner talk bout bench 
On the other side of the water 
What's on the other side of the fence 

Man got shift when the boy them came