 Song Lyrics -> Far Side of the World
Blue Guitar by Roger Guth and Peter Mayer  I once knew a man Showed me the slight of hand In the blink of an eye, he danced across the strings Played a song I’d never heard Poignant and absurd To this day it leaves me wondering How I wish tomorrow I were fishin’ Boy I’ve got a mission Shake it, rattle and roll Ah, now, just use your intuition You’ll get less competition From the clock up on the wall You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Play me a serenade A simple masquerade Play on your Blue Guitar for me Was it real or make believe Someone to deceive Time is just a folly we can’t see You only know one song Play it right or wrong The truth is always somewhere in between You and I, we can’t change the weather And we’re all in this together So let the strong winds blow Ah, now things will be much better If you don’t become a prisoner To the reason you should know You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Play me a serenade A simple masquerade Play on your Blue Guitar for me How I wish tomorrow I were fishin’ Boy I’ve got a mission Shake it, rattle and roll Ah, now, just use you intuition You’ll get less competition From the clock up on the wall You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Play me a serenade A simple masquerade Play on your Blue Guitar for me You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Play me a serenade Red wine or lemonade Play on your Blue Guitar for me You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Play me a serenade A simple masquerade Play on your Blue Guitar for me You are what you are You dream what you dream Play on your Blue Guitar for me Mademoiselle (Voulez-Vous Danser) by Lennie Gallant Mademoiselle, voulez-vous danser? Take my hand, don’t turn away You’ve been sitting there all night long I know that something must be wrong Mademoiselle, voulez-vous danser? A new moon has come out to play Take my hand, step outside These doors and windows open wide The stars are out and shining, hear the south wind sighing It’ll be okay Let the breeze caress you violin undress your heart On va danser Mademoiselle, voulez-vous danser? It will soon be the break of day We all have so little time Oh won’t you put your hand in mine The stars are out and shining, hear the south wind sighing It’ll be okay Let the breeze caress you violin undress your heart I swear, on va danser Mademoiselle, voulez-vous danser? A new moon has come out to play Mademoiselle, voulez-vous danser It will soon be the break of day On va danser On va danser Mademoiselle, voulez-vous danser Mademoiselle, voulez vous danser Danser We all have so little time Autour Du Rocher by Jimmy Buffett, Jean-Jacques Kraif, Henri Ledee, Leon Ledee, and Marcel Limodin Mes amis nous allons quelque part dont tout le monde Se rappelle d’un endroit ou l’herbe etait toujours verte Et la fete ne s’arretait jamais A autour du rocher This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean Well it wasn’t really a hotel, it was a patio bar with funky rooms and an outdoor disco with bad wiring. Some people said if you looked between the cracks of the floorboards of our dance floor you would see Hell If you ever went there, you would know what I’m talking about. If you never had, then we thought we’d send you a little musical souvenir Some say it was a planet Some say it was a rock For five wild years in L”Orient The party never stopped There were pirates from the Indies There were models from Paris There were locals and New Yorkers And the Brazilian Navy By mini-moke and scooters In cabs and stolen cars Came the creatures of the evening From St. Martin and from Mars Alors, Alors, Alors, Alors alors come on, come on Vien faire un tour autour du rocher On croisera les fantomes du passe Viens faire un tour autour du rocher Sur les souvenirs l’herbe a poussee Girl at the pool table put on a show for free They were bivouacked in the bathroom By the hot tub near the sea Every night at midnight Seems the devil took control And the hill became a parking lot Fueled by rock ‘n’ roll They were talking by the cannon But I couldn’t believe my ears The Russian had plutonium The sailor wanted beers They shook hands in the moonlight And broke out a big cigar Just business as usual Beneath the tropic stars Alors (come on) alors (let’s go) alors Vien faire in tour autour du rocher On croisera les fantomes du pass’e Viens faire un tour autour du richer Sur les souvinirs l’herbe a poussee It was better than a painting At le Musee de Beaux Arts And simply what we did for fun Back in the old St. Barts But Then the glitz and all the glamour Hit like a hurricane Or maybe we just all grew up But it never was the same Well The gendarmes finally closed the joint And the fire it did the rest But on New Year’s Eve of ‘91 We sang one last request We were dancing in the ashes We were dancing in the sea We were dancing in the ruins Where we left our memories Come on let’s go alors Vien faire un tour autour du rocher On croisera les fantomes du pass’e Viens faire un tour autour du rocher Sur les souvinirs l’herbe a poussee Alors. Alors, Alors, Alors Vien faire un tour autour du rocher On croisera les fantomes du pass’e Viens faire untour autour du rocher Sur les souvenirs l’herbe a poussee Savannah Fare You Well by Hugh Prestwood There is something in the wind tonight Some kind of change of weather Somewhere some devil’s mixing fire and ice together I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon is one the rise Black as a crow’s feather I could stay another day or two But what’s the use of stalling Deep in the winter even holdout leaves start fallin’ Lately every night above the declarations of our love I hear the road callin’ It’s such a fragile magic A puff of wind can break the spell And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs Savannah fare you well In a vision I had yesterday It rained so hard that I drowned While I waited for a hurricane to die down The raging water rolling over me was wild as a heart That love cannot tie down It’s such a fragile magic A puff of wind can break the spell And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs Savannah fare you well All The Ways I Want You by Bruce Cockburn The hills are full of secrets Owls watch by night Down in town the bars are full And the drunks are picking fights These are things I know But the facts are filtered through All the ways I want you 2:19 freight train Moaning somewhere near I see you in the distance But I can’t get there from here Hard to believe it’s happening But my whole world’s shrunken to All the ways I want you Stars look down and laugh at me I ought to take a bow Don’t have to tell them life’s hard sometimes There’s one falling now Nobody’s here beside me I can talk about it to All the ways I want you Last Man Standing by Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, and Russ Titelman If they gave Olympic medals for running all-night long I would have won them all until I turned pro I’ve got miles of dedication And a natural inclination For a childhood game I just could not outgrow I want to be the last man standing People crashin’ on the sofas and passed out on the floor But the Last man standing was sayin’ bring on a little bit more When you stop and think about Life is still just high school You make the same mistakes you did when you were young Contending for the ladies’ favors Testing every single flavor While hopelessly trying not scald your tongue I wanna be the last man standing Bring me the hot sauce Bring me a beer Gonna be the last man standing But where do we go from here? Gonna be the last man standing People crashin’ on the sofas and passed out on the floor But the Last man standing was sayin’ bring on a little bit more I might as well admit it There’s been a time or two When I contemplate retirement for a while But a hundred years from now They’ll still be asking how As they gaze upon on my taxidermic smile Want to be the last man standing Got the devil at the crossroads, wolf at the door But the last man standing Is singin’ bring on a little bit more They’re gonna see the last man standing Still got a fun ticket in my hand Gonna be the last man standing Takin off before I land What If The Hokey Pokey Is All It Really Is About? by Jimmy Buffett, T. Baker, Larry La Prise, C. Macak, and Mac McAnally The universe is runnin’ away I heard it on the news just the other day There’s this new stuff called dark energy We can’t measure and we can’t see It’s some elemental mystery Train that we can’t catch But our heads are in the oven And somebody’s ’bout to strike a match Meanwhile back on our big round ball Things are getting serious as cholesterol Permutations, calculations, Greedy piggies at the trough Arrogance and ignorance Just to top it off I just can’t keep up with the Nasdaq Who got sold and bought I’ve got to take my lunch break But I’ll leave you with a little for thought Maybe it’s all too simple For those big brains to figure it out What if the hokey pokey Is all it really is about? What if life is just a cosmic joke Like spiders in your underwear or olives in your coke My life can get as messy as a day old sticky bun So I arm myself with punch lines and a giant water gun They say it’s not that simple but just maybe it should be It’s time to change the subject, would you join me in a cup of herbal tea? Maybe it’s all too simple For our brains to figure it out What if the hokey pokey Is all it really is about I still believe in rock ‘n’ roll It pays my bills and soothes my soul There really really isn’t A whole lot more around Except maybe Frank Sinatra and the Big band sound I want music in the music I want chicken in the soup I want caffeine in my system let’s revive the hula hoop Maybe it’s all too simple For our brains to figure it out What if the hokey pokey Is all it really is about Altered Boy by Jimmy Buffett and Wayne Jobson Oh no, he’s buying an island Oh no, he’s building a boat Why does he never stop smiling? Fun surrounds him like a deep moat Where does he get all those stories? How can he tell such a lie? He’s bound to see purgatory His views are in short supply But Peter Pan would understand His schemes and dreams and ploys Best keep an eye on his slight hand He such an altered boy Good God, he’s talking with parrots Painting his dreams in the sand Piling up beaucoup demerits Doing it just ’cause he can By Jove he’s having a cocoa Evading those judgmental eyes Calmly walking his tight rope High above all the outcries But Peter Pan would understand His schemes and dreams and ploys Best keep an eye on his slight hand He such an altered boy The story goes he stumbled at the alter Now it seems he just blasphemes And dwells with dangers daughter Someone call the talking doctor Somebody get a SWAT team There he sits getting away with murder How dare him live out his dreams But Peter Pan would understand His schemes and dreams and ploys Best keep an eye on his slight hand He such an altered boy Oh no, he’s sailing today Oh no, beware Paraguay Oh no, anchors aweigh Oh no USS Zydecoldsmobile by Sonny Landreth You can feel the horses under the hood Through thick and thin pull us out of the wood She’s the smoothest ride, yeah, you’ll ever feel She’s the Delta slide of automobiles Double clutchin’ on the backseat I hear you, yeah, with your main squeeze Play triple row accordian fills In the USS Zydecoldsmobile Port of Call Opelousas Port of Call Lawtell Port of Call Frilot Cove In the USS Zydecoldsmobile Mardi Gras run block the road Park the car and join the show Get up on the trunk and dance at will Aboard the USS Zydecoldsmobile Port of Call Opelousas Port of Call Lawtell Port of Call Frilot Cove In the USS ZydecOldsmobile Yeah, Spirit moves through everyone We have faith and we have fun God bless the turning wheel Of my USS Zydecoldsmobile Port of Call Opelousas Port of Call Lawtell Port of Call Frilot Cove In the USS Zydecoldsmobile Come ride with me in my Zydecoldsmobile Double clutchin’ with me in my Zydecoldsmobile Hip shakin’ with me in my Zydecoldsmobile Come ride with me in my Zydecoldsmobile Someday I Will by Jimmy Buffett and Matt Betton I see a white sail skipping cross a blue bay and I say Someday I Will I see a young man strumming on a green guitar and I say Someday I Will I don’t have a plan It’s not that kind of thing I’m not Martin Luther King I don’t have a dream It’s just sometimes I know That’s the way I’m supposed to go I see a flying boat and I get a lump in my throat and I say Someday I Will Someday So whatever thrills you Anything you love to do Just say someday I will Don’t need to know who May help you make it come true Just say someday I will Don’t have to work it all out Don’t have to tear it all apart All you need’s a place to start And if it never worked before Try it just once more That’s what your heart if for Whether it’s big or small If you have a passion at all Just say, someday I will Someday Someday I will Someday Far Side of the World by Jimmy Buffett Ramadan is over The new moon’s shown her face I’m halfway round the planet In a most unlikely place Following my song line Past bamboo shacks and shops Behind a jitney packed like sardines With bananas piled on top I ran away from politics It’s too bizarre at home Away I flew, tuned into Blue “Maybe Amsterdam or Rome” Awakened by a stewardess With Spain somewhere below On the threshold of adventure God I do love this job so So while I make my move On the big board game Up and down a Spanish highway Some things remain the same Girls meet boys and the boys tease girls I’m heading out this morning For the Far Side of the World Oh I believe in song lines Obvious and not I’d ridden them like camels To some most peculiar spots They run across the oceans Through mountains and saloons And tonight out to the dessert Where I sit atop this dune I was destined for this vantage point Which is so far from the Sea I’ve lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery From Paris to Tunisia Casablanca to Dakar I was riding long before I flew Through the wind and sand and stars Caravan Ride that hump And Timbuktu’s a jillion bumps Sleeping bags and battle flags Are coiled and furled That’s the way you travel To the far side of the world! A Sunset framed by lightening bolts Burns a lasting memory And a string of tiny twinkling lights adorn the sausage tree While the embers from the log fire Flicker, fly, and twirl Then drift off toward the cosmos From the Far Side of the World Well it’s Christmas and my birthday and so to that extent The Masai not the wise men Are circling my tent I teach them how to play guitar They show me how to dance We have rum from the Caribbean And Burgundy from France New Year’s Eve in Zanzibar With Babu and his boys High up on the rooftop You can relish all the noise They are dancing on the tables People bouncing like gazelles Two 0-0-1 is ushered in With air raid horns and bells Time to sing time to dance Living out my second chance Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled That’s the way it happens On the Far Side of the World Back at home, it’s afternoon Six thousand miles away I will still be there when I get through Attending this soiree There are jobs and chores and questions And plates I need to twirl But tonight I’ll take my chances On the Far Side of the World That’s the way it happens On the Far Side of the World Tonight I Just Need My Guitar by Jimmy Buffett and Mac McAnally Gulf coast nights, flounder lights I’m back on the Eastern shore With my history of wrecks I think It’s time to check The crab trap of life once more Need is a relative thing these days It borders on desire The high tech world is full of bright shiny things We think that we really require Sometimes more than others You see who and what and where You are I’m a one-man band with no Immediate plans Tonight I just need my guitar Don’t need to feel important or famous No limos or my little Nash car One lucky man With my feet in the sand Tonight I just need my guitar
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