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Blue like a stratos cloud, full of life and corner drugstore wine
I'll write my name on a highway bus and kick the cans of
progress left behind
Feeling like a cowboy, the sun down on my trail,
waiting for tomorrow's fairytale
That's when the simple pleasures
start moving quietly
Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me
Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in
And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again
My freelance style of living cuts a detour around
the very, very staunch
They all applaud the journey's end but few are even there
to see the launch
Stealing from the cupboard of ulcer pills and booze
A ride through repetition I can't use
That's when the simple pleasures
start moving quietly
Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me
Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in
And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again
My happiness seems nothing,
to a well-established former passerby
His artificial body, keeps reminding him to give it one more try
World is setting records, while others crawl too slow
but simple pleasures everywhere I go
That's when the simple pleasures
start moving quietly
Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me
Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in
And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again
- Album:
- Tis The SeaSon
- Songs From St. Somewhere
- Welcome to Fin City
- Buffet Hotel
- Miscellaneous
- License to Chill
- Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads
- 5 Classic Albums
- Feeding Frenzy (Live)
- 2 x Live at the Record Plant - Feb 19 & Oct 24 1974...
- The Ever Elusive Future
- The Ever Elusive Future - Single
- One Particular Harbour
- One Particular Harbor
- Somewhere Over China
- Welcome to Fin City Live From Las Vegas 2011
- Meet Me in Margaritaville: The Ultimate Collection
- Encores
- Before the Beach
- Buffett Live - Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays