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    "Dancing In Paradise" Lyrics

    Bruce Cockburn

    Praying mantis on screen Canoes prowl reef in early morning sun
    As it flashes on the rhythmic fall of weed cutter's cutlass blade
    Everybody's got something to sell besides the obvious dollars and dope
    Aloe rub, starfish, vegetable patties,
    braid your hair miss and bush doctor cures
    Sudden angry eruption between aloe peddler and man
    with property to protect
    Muscular security guard with truncheon of twisted wire
    "Kiss my blood clot" she hisses and they're enemies for life
    In the beach front bar they're playing reggae versions of
    Jim Reeves' Greatest Hits
    The waitress sings along, eyes focused dreamily on

    that sentimental world and there's
    Dancing in Paradise...
    Blue green ship in turquoise bay
    Swollen bauxite-red river rushing
    Stream rising from feathered bamboo hills
    Tracks once paved now falling away into deep lush valleys
    And the farmed-out road contracts pass through so many hands
    The print erodes with the weather-worn blacktop
    And the jungle's always trying to reclaim the right of way
    And the mangoes cacao turmeric goats soursop
    Mushrooms cane plantains limes Horses crayfish long-legged birds donkeys
    Curved horns of cattle above dense grass Ganja sensitive plant ackee
    And some thorn whose prick brings lockjaw
    And tires torn by sharp yellow rocks --
    Young girl stares pensively from dark door in pale blue wall
    Big About and friends at their crossroads bar
    With its dirt corral for dancing Drink soursop juice all day long
    In quest of the perpetual stiff bamboo
    And there's Dancing in Paradise...
    Biggy Dread gunned down by police at
    Big Bridge March 16 Riding a mule cart to
    Sav-la-Mar pulled out a cutlass and they had to shoot
    That's what they say
    Something tells me they like to shoot
    Something in the eyes of the ones at the road block
    Where they searched the car and tried to get us to confess to whatever...
    There's truncheons and gas down in Harbou
    This song was submitted on November 7th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Bruce Cockburn.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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