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[transcribed by sean c]
By stephen stills(?)
I could be a rambler from the seven dials
I don't pay taxes 'cause i never file
I don't do bid'ness that don't make me smile
I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style

I'm a treetop flyer
Treetop flyer

I fly any cargo that you can pay to run
The bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done
You've got to fly down the canyon, don't never see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run

I'm a treetop flyer
Treetop flyer

I fly low, i'm in high demand
Go 15 feet over the rio grande
I blow the mesquite right up off the sand
I'm seldom seen, 'specially when i land

I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor

Now people been askin' me where'd you learn to fly that way
Was over in vietnam, chasin' the nva
The government taught me, and they taught me right
Stay down below the treeline and you'll be alright

I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor

So i'm comin' home, i'm runnin' low and fast
Promised my woman this is gonna be my last
I get the ship down, i tie her fast
And then some old boy wakes up, and he says, "hey son,
Wanna make some fast cash?"

I'm a treetop flyer

Well there's things i am
And there's things i am not
Yes i'm a smuggler and i could get shot
I ain't gonna die, i ain't going to get caught
You see i'm a flying fool, and this aeroplane is, whoo, hot

I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor
Workin' alone

Reggae accident
By: lucas p. gravell
1993
-- spoken:
"okay now, get ready here's your part. now listen to me."

It was a reggae accident
I said a reggae accident
I can't here you
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
Now make room for the band
A reggae accident
Here they come here they come
A reggae accident
I say make room for them
A reggae accident
Ha ha, look out now
It was a reggae accident
A reggae accident

This is not a political statement
Nor is it a farce
In the land of the great bald bird
The rasta man is sparse

He does not like our urban jungle
Or our capitalistic nightmare
He does not believe in auto insurance
Mon i don't believe that is fair

It was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
They totaled out my car

I lost the case that sealed my fate
Last week in municipal court
The judge ruled for rasta restitution
Of a most peculiar sort

Now there's four stoned faces at my dinner table
And my wife wonders how come
She does not mind the extra mouths to feed
As much as she minds those after dinner drums

We sing was a reggae accident
Four rastas eating pasta
A reggae accident
Pass the parmesan please
A reggae accident
How does a rasta spell relief
A reggae accident
No problem mon, pass the spliff

Oh reggae down...

Now the sun shines on the isle of jamaica
As it's done since time began
No problem says the rasta mon
When i asked to join his band

You see i sold my house i quit my job
I left that narrow-minded wife
And i moved to the island of jamaica ya
Just to live that rasta life

It was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
Now i've become a rasta star

It was a reggae accident
Look out world
A reggae accident
You know the harder they come
A reggae accident
The harder they fall one and all
A reggae accident
It was just an accident one day
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident

-- spoken:
"come back, come back to jamaica
Come back to the way things used to be
Ya, ya let's play some dominoes now mon
Come on..."

Perrier blues
By: jimmy buffett
1978
-- spoken:
"this is a brand new song we'd like to do for you now. and, i wrote this
Song sittin' sandin' the ol' main mast sittin' in the hurricane hole, in
Nassau, bahamas. about to throw up and the only thing that could get me
Through was a bottle of perrier and a jackson browne album. so, this is
Called perrier blues."

Ridin' high atop the main mast
Harbor stretched out below
All day i've been feelin' kind of half-assed
So i asked the boy to lower me slow
Lower me slow

Sat down and drank me some perrier
Watched the seaplane disappear out of sight
Confused in my head well i jumped back in bed
Wondering who's at the fronton tonight
Shinin' bright

I know the night and i miss it
I've got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion
I've got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw

I know i've got the best of both worlds
Though that sounds like a t.v. show
When that anchor goes down and the sails are all furled
Well it's back on the road i go
Back i go

Well i bitch about the food and the weather
Wondering why the hell i ever came back
But knowing deep down i love this merry-go-round
And i can't wait to lay down this track
When i get back

Yeah, i know the night and i love it
I've got this thing for a show
If the ball's hit my way i'm going to glove it
'cause that's the only thing i know
All i know

Yeah, i know the night and i miss it
I've got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion
I've got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw
Move my jaw

Can't seem to lose those perrier blues
Can't seem to lose those perrier blues
Can't seem to lose those perrier blues

By: jimmy buffett
1971
Chorus:
It's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool

You complain how you forgets the gospel
You remind them seek and you shall find
Maybe youth will have a time for seeking
After they clean up what you left behind

Chorus:
'cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool

You were right there when the plate was passed last sunday
That's the second time you've been to church all year
Could you really call yourself a christian
If charity cost half as much as beer
Hey

You pray a little more as you grow older
You get religion as your hair turns gray
But you don't need to worry about hereafter
Just worry what you're going to do today

Chorus:
'cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool
Yes my friend i think you've blown your cool
Hey

By: jimmy buffett
Sometimes i feel like a propeller
Spin spin out of control
I don't know who's up on the throttle
Oh i wish they'd let it go.

All i ever do is get dizzy
Thinkin' thinkin' things left undone
Been stuck here so long now i'm zero
I'd just like to make it to one

Chorus:
Turnin' around
Heros and clown(s)
Holdin' my ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin around

Turnin' around
Lost 'til were found
Holdin' our ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin' around

Sometimes i get lost in daydreamin'
Sleep sleep my life away
I know in my heart i'm a sailor
And my ship is on the way

There never is an end to believers
Lookin' lookin' for the right sign
If everything will just keep on turnin'
All that i want will be mine.

Chorus:
Turning around
Heros and clown(s)
Holdin' my ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin' around

Turnin' around
Lost 'til we're found
Holdin' our ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin'around

Bridge:
(nice steel drum lick)

Chorus:
Turnin' around
Heros and clowns
Holdin' my ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin' around

Turnin' around
Lost 'til we're found

(fade)

Dixie diner
By: larry raspberry
1978
-- spoken:
"yeah, yeah, yeah. wooo. we're going to take you up that mississippi river
Now one time. yeah one time. up to an old favorite town of mine where i
Visit now and then just for one special reason, that's good eatin'. 'cause
I know a place on tillman st. between ****** and ***** that can't be beat.
Emma mae been cookin' there for forty-eight years and she ain't missed a
Lick yet baby. she's got hot sweet potatoes and cracklin' bread. ooh. and
Mulligan stew to turn jimmy buffett's head. woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol' collard greens, wooo. you know...
You know what...
What?
That nothin' could be finer than to sit down and eat'n at the dixie diner."

"alright miami give it up. rock and roll on a monday night."

"help this skinny boy out. we've got two more days."

"good rockin' tonight."

"i hear you professor."

"thank you, thank you very much. god bless you. you're still the greatest.
We love ya."

Morris' nightmare
By: jimmy buffett
1978
-- spoken:
"this is another new song we'd like to do for you now. it's a, tells the
Story of a lovely cruise ship couple. you know in november, the snowbirds
Start heading south down there, and you've seen them with the matching belt
And shoes, condo commandos, you know. so uh, hey that's good shit. i smell
It, alright, ooh. we better start this song before i get hungry. this is
Called 'morris' nightmare'."

Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what bwana jim say
He say its ok, it's ok

You can do what you wanna
Do what you like
Twist a big ol' number
Ride a motorbike
It's alright, it's alright

Dance to the drum
Drink a lot of rum
Love till you come to a stop

Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree
Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea
Sing it's alright, it's alright

-- spoken:
"how does fred neil do it? come on jay spell"

You know people in the city got nowhere to go
They used to go to bars now they go to discos
No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no)

They never see the sun
They hardly see the moon
They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in june
Uptight, it's out of sight

So they save a little money
Take a little trip
They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship

Buy a little liquor
Buy some sea shells
Husband tries to sleep
Wife just yells
Morris, you can sleep when you get home

Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what biwana man say
He say its ok, it's ok

It's alright, it's alright
Do what you wanna, do what you like

-- spoken:
"morris! oh for christ's sake morris, you can sleep when you get home. this
Is supposed to be a vacation you know. we come all the way down to miami. we
Could go someplace nice like seaworld. i would like to go see, tony orlando
Is playing in miami beach. we could do some nice things like that. but no,
What do we do, we have to go down to this goddamn swamp. this is a swamp
Morris. you call this an island? this is a resort? it's full of mosquitoes
And bugs and just is terrible morris. are you listening to me?"

"bitch, bitch, bitch!"

To long ago chances,
To all the long stances,
To strange circumstances,
An island review.

Green flash at sunset,
Young love recaptured,
Just an illusion,
Would it were true.