http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X09zREibKpQ&feature=share&list=RD02PMAh1QBl6eE
Well, I'm a tidal pool explorer
From the days of my misspent youth
I believe that down on the beach
Where the seagulls preach
Is where the Chineese buried the truth
So I dig in the sand
With my misguided hands
And if I dig deep enough
Hell, I just might dig it up
Talkin' about treasure
Talkin' about pleasure
Talkin' about Love
Now I'm a reader of the night sky
And a singer of inordinate tunes
That's how I float across time
Livin' way past my prime
Like a long lost baby's balloon
So I hang on to the string
Work that whole gravity thing
But when my spaceship goes pop
Back to the Earth I will drop
Into the sea
Or the limbs of a tree
Or the wings of my love
Chorus:
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How about you, how about you
They say that time is like a river
And stories are the key to the past
But now I'm stuck in between
Here at my typing machine
Trying to come up with some words that will last
It's so easy to see
That we live history
And if I just find the beat
I know I'll land on my feet
I always do
Haven't got a clue
Cause they come from above
(Chorus)
Let's go to church, Sonny
So bless me Father
Yes, I have sinned
Given the chance I'll probably do it again
I don't need absolution
Just a simple solution will do
So let's talk about the future
Or the consequences of my past
I've got scars, I've got lines
I'm not hard to define
Just an alter boy coverin' his ass
I know I can't run and hide
But just hang on for the ride
There will be laughter and tears
As we progress through the years
But still it's fun
Hey, I'm not done
Gonna dance till I fall
(Chorus:)
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe have me a boat drink or two
It's good for coastal confessions I hear
Tell the truth, tell the truth
I got some coastal confessions to make
How about you, how about you
How about you, how about you
'n you, 'n you, 'n you
(Spoken:)
Uh, 42 years since my last confession.
Well, Father, do you have the rest of the week
Let's get started
I had impure thoughts
I smoked some pot
Stole some peanut butter
Father, wake up....
http://youtu.be/v5rOHSeyegI
"Wings"
From the days of my misspent youth
I believe that down on the beach
Where the seagulls preach
Is where the Chineese buried the truth
So I dig in the sand
With my misguided hands
And if I dig deep enough
Hell, I just might dig it up
Talkin' about treasure
Talkin' about pleasure
Talkin' about Love
Now I'm a reader of the night sky
And a singer of inordinate tunes
That's how I float across time
Livin' way past my prime
Like a long lost baby's balloon
So I hang on to the string
Work that whole gravity thing
But when my spaceship goes pop
Back to the Earth I will drop
Into the sea
Or the limbs of a tree
Or the wings of my love
Chorus:
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How about you, how about you
They say that time is like a river
And stories are the key to the past
But now I'm stuck in between
Here at my typing machine
Trying to come up with some words that will last
It's so easy to see
That we live history
And if I just find the beat
I know I'll land on my feet
I always do
Haven't got a clue
Cause they come from above
(Chorus)
Let's go to church, Sonny
So bless me Father
Yes, I have sinned
Given the chance I'll probably do it again
I don't need absolution
Just a simple solution will do
So let's talk about the future
Or the consequences of my past
I've got scars, I've got lines
I'm not hard to define
Just an alter boy coverin' his ass
I know I can't run and hide
But just hang on for the ride
There will be laughter and tears
As we progress through the years
But still it's fun
Hey, I'm not done
Gonna dance till I fall
(Chorus:)
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe have me a boat drink or two
It's good for coastal confessions I hear
Tell the truth, tell the truth
I got some coastal confessions to make
How about you, how about you
How about you, how about you
'n you, 'n you, 'n you
(Spoken:)
Uh, 42 years since my last confession.
Well, Father, do you have the rest of the week
Let's get started
I had impure thoughts
I smoked some pot
Stole some peanut butter
Father, wake up....
http://youtu.be/v5rOHSeyegI
"Wings"
I've been up around the stratosphere
At 31,000 feet
I'm gonna fly on out of here
On wings that you can't see
If you're gonna fly high without fear
You're gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere
And you gotta learn to use those wings
That you can't see
I been shreddin' on the mountains of the moon
On a weekend whim
I been looking out for life on Mars
Ground control to Major Jim
All these things could be yours too
If you'd just take another point of view
Everybody's got a pair of wings that they can't see
I've got wings that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high I feel free
On these wings you can't see
I don't need no runway, I got fuel here in my bong
I can buzz at treetop flyer level all day long
Now I'm looking down on tiny cars
Tiny swimmers in the water
And tiny beach bars
And all because of these wings that you can't see
I've got wings that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high I feel free
On these wings you can't see
Maybe if you open up your mind
You might learn some things
God only knows what you might find
Floatin' on those wings
You can try to fly away from all your problems
Well I'm here to say
That ain't the way to solve them
I can only help you with wings
That you can't see
We have wings that we can't see
We have wheels on our feet
Way up high we'll be free
On these wings we can't see
You have wings look and see
Silver wings like Merle and me
Come up up to Cloud 9B
Come on take a little taste of freedom
High up in a cloudland kingdom
Take a little trip on wings that you can't see
At 31,000 feet
I'm gonna fly on out of here
On wings that you can't see
If you're gonna fly high without fear
You're gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere
And you gotta learn to use those wings
That you can't see
I been shreddin' on the mountains of the moon
On a weekend whim
I been looking out for life on Mars
Ground control to Major Jim
All these things could be yours too
If you'd just take another point of view
Everybody's got a pair of wings that they can't see
I've got wings that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high I feel free
On these wings you can't see
I don't need no runway, I got fuel here in my bong
I can buzz at treetop flyer level all day long
Now I'm looking down on tiny cars
Tiny swimmers in the water
And tiny beach bars
And all because of these wings that you can't see
I've got wings that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high I feel free
On these wings you can't see
Maybe if you open up your mind
You might learn some things
God only knows what you might find
Floatin' on those wings
You can try to fly away from all your problems
Well I'm here to say
That ain't the way to solve them
I can only help you with wings
That you can't see
We have wings that we can't see
We have wheels on our feet
Way up high we'll be free
On these wings we can't see
You have wings look and see
Silver wings like Merle and me
Come up up to Cloud 9B
Come on take a little taste of freedom
High up in a cloudland kingdom
Take a little trip on wings that you can't see
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