Caribbean time in motion Fireflyin' across the ocean And I can see the future Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean In the
If time runs like a river I saw my people bathed in blood And if the faithful find the sinners I'll have to leave all I have loved (Adios) Goodbye, oh
The New York Times invents the news I did not see where they were goin' Behind the dyin' afternoon I follow restlessly devoted Tell me your mind Tell
They say minds move mysteriously, Well, I've seen them all, and I still don't believe it, In my nightmares, monotonously, they open the door, Set my heart
I gotta exorcise your spirit from my soul (From my soul) I gotta exorcise your spirit, keep me whole (Yes, yes) I'm gonna go downtown tomorrow And ship
Bluebird Bring back my happiness And see me through This clouded hour Bluebird On wings of loveliness Carry me to a field In flower Thunder Comes roaring
There's no equality here There's no equality anywhere And every failing face Is quickly replaced By one you can't lose It's an illusion I'll even do
Come on, come on, let's try and make it You tell yourself, this time for sure But I would rather sit and crave it I'm not wanted anymore I had a kind
I met him at a protest Dolled up in his finest finery A Malcolm X t-shirt And a tambourine To love him, it was hopeless The cannons fell and shook the
roll In the heart of Magnolia country Callin' me home, sweet mobile home We had left that coastal city Traveled north across the plain Till those soft sweet
I mean I must have said Please Lord, send me a hard-luck childhood Please Bub, spare me a hot romance Please lady, gift me with genius, not pleasure Please
of Rome Lead the crippled, the broken and even the beggars To their old fashioned, soul passion hope Take me home Take me home Ole Bodega
There's a house down Willow Lane Just a simple sea-side shack Through the wind and pourin' rain She wants you black There's a portal on the door In the
The New York Times invents the news I did not see where they were going Behind the dying afternoon I follow, restlessly devoted Tell me your mind Tell
If time runs like a river I saw my people bathed in blood And if the faithful find the sinners I'll have to leave all I loved (Adios) Goodbye, O hypocrite
trees roll In the heart of Magnolia country Callin' me home, sweet mobile home We had left that coastal city Traveled north across the plain Till those soft sweet
