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Wondering Where The Lions Are by Bruce Cockburn  Sun’s up, uh huh, looks okay The world survives into another day And I’m thinking about eternity Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me I had another dream about the lions at the door They weren’t half as frightening as they were before But I’m thinking about eternity Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me Walls, windows, trees, waves coming through You be in me and I’ll be in you Together in eternity Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me Up among the firs where it smells so sweet Or down in the valley where the river used to be I got my mind on eternity Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me And I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake Thousand year old petroglyph’s doing a double take Pointing a finger at eternity Sitting here in the middle of this ecstasy Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay One of these days we’re going to sail away Gonna sail into eternity Some kind of ecstasy’s got a hold on me And I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are And I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are I’m wondering where the lions are Barefootin’ by Robert Parker Everybody get on your feet You make me nervous when you in your seat Take off your shoes and pat your feet We’re doin a dance that can’t be beat We’re barefootin’ Yea we’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ Yea we’re barefootin’ Went to a party the other night Long Tall Sally was out of sight Threw way her wig, and her high sneakers too Doin’ a dance without any shoes She was barefootin’ She was barefootin’ She was barefootin’ She was barefootin’ Hey little girl with the red dress on I bet you can barefoot all night long Take off your shoes and throw ‘em away Come back and get them another day We’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ Little John Henry he said to Sue If I was barefootin’ would you barefoot too Sue told John, “I’m thirty two I was barefootin ever since I was two” They was barefootin’ They was barefootin’ They was barefootin” Yea we’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ We’re barefootin’ No sane person would wear shoes unless they have to Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon, Leroy Marinell, and Waddy Wachtel I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook’s Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein Ahooo, Werewolves of London Ahooo Ahooo, Werewolves of London Ahooo If you hear him howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again Ahooo, Werewolves of London Ahooo Ahooo, Werewolves of London Ahooo He’s the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent Lately he’s been overheard in Mayfair You better stay away from him He’ll rip your lungs out, Jim Hmm, I would like to meet his tailor Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doing the werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen Doing the werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic’s His hair was perfect Ahooo, Werewolves of London Ahooo Ahooo, Werewolves of London Ahooo Floridays by Jimmy Buffett I come from where the rivers meet the sea That’s why I’m so wild and fancy free I was early into crazy ways My folks said, “It’s just a phase” They were hoping for better days Now in my line of work, I seem to see a lot more than most Write ‘em down, and I pass ‘em around It’s the gospel from the coast Reflections, not just replays Takin’ time to escape the maze Lookin’ for better days Looking to the left, looking to the right Looking to the stars to shed some light Hoping for a breath, hoping for a break Hoping for the give without the take Pale invaders and tanned crusaders Are worshiping the sun On the corner of “walk” and “don’t walk” Somewhere down US 1 Back to livin’ Floridays Blue skies and ultra-violet rays Looking for better days I’m back to livin’ Floridays Blue skies and ultra-violet rays We’re looking for better days Better days, better days Better days, better days Good Guys Win by Mac McAnally and Roger Guth So you’re looking for a hero That you can see with your own eyes When they don’t wear the mask and cape They’re hard to recognize Even though these are cynical times Bear it in mind Good guys win every once in while Full grown men get to learn from a child Now and then Just when you think it won’t happen again The good guys win Trouble all around us Dirty tricks at every turn Seems that we historically Refuse to live and learn You start to wonder if all hope is gone You would be wrong Cause good guys win every once in while Full grown men get to learn from a child Now and then Just when you think it won’t happen again Good guys win State of confusion We’re so disillusioned You turn on the news and good guys win Now and then Just when you think it won’t happen again Good guys win every once in while Full grown men get to learn from a child Now and then Just when you think it won’t happen again The good guys win
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