I ain't no video king
I still have to sing
For my supper each night

You stand on the benches
I play in the trenches
Beneath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years
I got strange little voices that live in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster
I can't be the old me no more

Chorus
Homemade music down in the passion pits
Homemade music lots o grits but no hits
Homemade music is part of my philosophy

Oh cookin' is a pleasure
And singin' is a treasure
That most dont' find

There aint' no harm in tellin'
I like to eat my melon right
Down to the rind

I had a hippy girlfriend when I was a kid
She died and went to the suburbs most of them did
Where did all the wild ones go

Chorus
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go

Instrumental

First there were records, then cassettes and CDs
Managers, lawyers, then came the Japanese
But homemade music still makes a lot of sense to me

Homemade music is funky and nice
Homemade music sits on very thin ice
But homemade music is part of my philosophy

Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and how
Homemade music where did all the good songs go

Chorus
Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep living straight from the heart
Though you know that you're gonna hurt some
The magic will come

If you keep living straight from the heart
you will know when to stop and to start
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins

Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic

Beachcombers ride oh children lost in the tide
Time's never at their command
Waves melt all castles of sand
Melts all castles of sand

Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic

Red sky at night such a sailor's delight
Red sky at dawn oh gypsy song's comin' on
Gypsy song comin' on
Song comin' on

Chorus
Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep living straight from the heart
Though you know that you're gonna hurt some
The magic will come

If you keep living straight from the heart
You will know when to start and to stop
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins

Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic

Well I saw this couple
Just the other day
Livin' under a bridge
In a homeless way

Like a million others
All over this land
Livin' day to day
Without a master plan

In this unforgiving world
There ain't no doubt
It will chew you up
And it will spit you out
She calls him barracuda
My barracuda

She used to work in the circus
A real high wire act
He was a lion tamer
Up until the attack

He came without instructions
Then he came unglued
Now he's just a monster
in a human suit
She calls him barracuda
My barracuda

She still can't figure out
What she's doin' down here
Ans she don't know
If he loves her or not

He may be a barracuda
But he's the only lover she's got
Barracuda

African drums are silent and the Wingos
are poets at last
Out on Dafuskie Island, the bulldozers
bury the past
And the low country sinks, she cannot swim
the dogwood feels the hurt
While the foursome plays on borrowed days in
their alligator shirts

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Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see

One night they put a price on the sunset and that
got the whole earth shakin'
Those rose from the grave both the weak and the brave
'cause history was there for the makin'
And the winos surrounded the condos forming
a frail human fence
And they shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd
"Same old story, more dollars than sense"

Chorus
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
Paperback novels make young girls dream and
Judy's spending quieter days in the stream
With Giovinno, Goodman, Phil and Mac D, they were
such good friends to me

Chorus
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see

Heaven knows but God decides
When to kill the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see

Nothing left to see
And beach music beach music beach music
just plays on

Mysterious lost weekend in a land
where time stands still
Where people fall in love again
just for one more thrill
My girl and I went walking
by the Caribbean sea
Someone snorkeled by raised her head up high
And my girl said who's she?

Chorus
Pre you a friend of mine who's old not new
Pre you she's just another girl that I once knew
A pleasant smile a pretty face
Another time another place
Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?

We'll blame it on the weather
and the stars that shine above
For bringing us together and
filling us with love
So don't you fret my lady,
'cause what we have is strong
Let her swim away
out into the bay
your place is here with me

Chorus
She's pre you just a friend
so don't be blue
Pre you she's only yesterday
just passing through
Another page in history
a stepping stone for you and me
Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?

Instrumental

Long ago we were close but the fire went out
She's a tease can't you tell
that's what she's all about
Like an old broken clock on the wall
she's got nothing to say
She was long ago she's so yesterday

Chorus
She's pre you just a friend
so don't be blue
Pre you she's only yesterday
just passing through
Another page in history
a stepping stone for you and me
Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?

I've traveled all around the world
And there are places that still stand out to me
But nowhere else can quite compare
To my island in the sea

My personal utopia a place to run to
Where I can hide away
Where I can truly reign supreme
somewhere fresh and clean
Where a man can dream

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I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Don'tcha know)
I'm king like every man should be
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Way to go)
Where the music in my soul
makes me start to lose control
I could melt right on the spot
I'm king of somewhere hot

Someday I hope to find my queen
I know she'll come my way
I'll give her all my love
It's not a complicated thing
just a place where I can swing
Where a man can be a king

Chorus
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Don't cha know)
I'm king like every man should be
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Way to go)
O don't care how hard you look
you won't find me in the book
I could melt right on the spot
I'm the king of somewhere hot

Bimbo limbo is where I've been
I know you know that it's wearing me thin
The times are changin' and it's about time
I'm rearranging all the guilt in my mind

Chorus
I'm looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me homw
Take me home

I'm not your macho kind of guy
But I can be so when I'm feeling shy
Hey baby where'd you get your good looks
Ooh babe I want to carry your books

Chorus
I'm looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman show knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home

Beauty and brains (beauty and brains)
Best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
Think I can change
If you'll be my be my be my girl

Chorus
I'm looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman sho knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home

Jason Mason hears the sound
The whistle blows in Congotown
And the mail boat's in mail boat's in

It brings him things from oh so far
Old magazines and Snickers Bars
A simple man a simple land
The world's too big to understand

Chorus
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That's what living is to me
That's what living is to me

On a timeless beach in Hispaniola
A young girl sips a diet cola
She's worlds apart worlds apart
The spirit of the black king still
Reverberates through Haitian hills
He rules the sea and all the fish
What if he had a TV dish

Chorus
Now in the far off regions
the foreign legion
Keeps the thieves and the
predators at bay
While closer to home
some bad boys still roam
The streets aren't safe so give it
One more day, one more day

The stories from my favorite books
Still take on many different looks
And I'm gone again, home again
The time has come the walrus said
And little oysters hide their head
My twain of thought is loosely bound
I guess it's time to mark this down.