E Lloyd Kelly is an Author, poet, songwriter, podcaster, and blogger. Born in Jamaica, West Indies, to Raglan and Alma Kelly. Now resides in Montreal Quebec where (when not writing,) drives a shuttle bus between campuses at McGill University.
What a thing. What’s going on—my king? Nothing more than some; things
Well, I can hear some people asking, every time they’re passing, tell me what’s going on my king. The very same old, worn, and outdated question; tell me what's gone wrong with him. All they got was this same one-word answer, when I have to tell them; things
Everybody wants to know what's going on—Prince. “What’s the matter with him?” Tell me what is wrong with everyone this evening? The answer has always been the same. Same as it was the last time, that even I must sometimes go out and do some; things. What a thing?
Woke up early morning, ran inside the kitchen, to light a little fire and thing. Now watch the fire blaze, under the kettle base. To get me through the high morning. Bringing it to the boil, and over something nice. Like Blue Mountain coffee beans.
What a thing! What’s going on—my king? Nothing more than some; things
Well, I ran down to the river to freshen up and wash skin, and take my morning swim. Then sit upon a limb with my little box string to over-run two lyrics and sing. A little song I wrote over a haunting note, to lively up the place on Sting. What a thing!
Now here’s the point I make to those standing at my gate, enquiring as to what’s at stake. I told them idle hands are great to play with demon’s plate and break out chasing litigate. The takeaway that’s worth, waiting for, of course, is that we must all go do some; things. What a thing!
What a thing. What’s going on—my king? Nothing more than; things. That’s what really going on with him. Rep.
Such is life, yes, such is life
Yeah, life is hard, it is a very treacherous road. But we've got to walk it. Everyone has got to walk it alone. We were given no compass, no not even so much as a guide or map, no. But just as soon as you think that you've found your way, you turn to find the ending of another day
Now have you seen this man, he who walks a road that’s long, yes. Searching for a savior, always trying to find favor. Yes, but he never found it, like he’s always just one step behind it, oh yes. Yes, and yet you blame him for the things that he do. You blame him for the things you said he did not do. Although all along, you-you’ve always known the plan, yes. Cause you've got the verdict, right there in your hand. Yes, yeah
Life is short, we haven't got much time to stay, we're spiraling on a speed trek, yes, down to the ending of the line. There we met a man who always do right, and a man who always do what is wrong, yes. It was not long before we get to find out those two were the same and one
Now, tell me have you seen this man, he who walks a road that's long. Searching for a savior, always trying to find favor, oh yes. But he never find it, like he’s always just one step behind it, oh yes. Yes, and yet you blame him for the things he do. You blame him for things you said he did not do. Although all along, you-you have always known the plan, yes. Cause you've got the verdict, yes, right there in your hand
Now, tell me, tell me have you seen this man, he who walks a road that's long, yes. Searching for a savior, always trying to find favor, yes. But he never finds it, like he’s always just one step behind it, oh yes, yes. And yet you blame him for the things that he do. You blame him for the things you said he did not do. Although all along, you’ve always known the plan, yes. Cause you've got the verdict, yes, right there in your hand, in your hand. In your hand, yes. Right there in your hand
My gosh, gee-whiz, I don’t what this itchy thing is.
While lying in bed with the pillar at my head. I’d much rather to stay right here all day asleep instead.
But the bills got to be paid to continue to get me laid. Laid away as if I’m the one who owns this crazy-wavy leg
I was faking a snore, misery standing at the door. Trying hard to get me up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. When the high-pitched wail hit me like her fingernail. The alarm clock is what it was blaring in my head
Oh my gosh, gee-whiz this pocket loop is good. It makes me want to work this leg like a boogie woog. My gosh gee whiz don’t you know this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog
Turn on the electric stove, make some lunch to take the road.
I was out the door before I knew what day it really was. But the call said I'm late, so I’ve got to compensate. Got to work some overtime this week for them to make the slate.
So I ran across the park watching children skipping class.
The bus is almost here so now I’m running very fast.
I ran right by a little girl there spinning a wool-a-whoop.
While a lady walking her dog stopped bent down and made a ... (Well now.)
My-gosh gee-whiz, you know this pocket loop is really good. It makes me want to work this leg just like a boogie woog, oh my gosh gee whiz, don’t you know this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog
Now, I never liked work, work too doesn’t like me. We two don't get along well because we always disagree.
And now this crazy boss wants to make me work for free.
So I kicked a rock and made it stop right up there in his seat.
I didn’t like those words he speak so very early in the week.
got to be mad to think I’d be glad so I reached out and I… I grabbed my lunch kit grabbed my tools. This is the day I break all the rules. Look, I’m out mister boss, take this job and shove it somewhere up your… gosh gee whiz this pocket loop is good. It makes me want to work this leg just like a boogie woog. Oh my gosh, gee whiz this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog
Oh my gosh, gee whiz this pocket loop is good. It makes me want to work this leg just like a boogie woog. My gosh gee whiz don’t you know this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog. Come on and watch me work this wavy leg like a boogie woog.
What a thing. What’s going on—my king? Nothing more than some; things
Well, I can hear some people asking, every time they’re passing, tell me what’s going on my king. The very same old, worn, and outdated question; tell me what's gone wrong with him. All they got was this same one-word answer, when I have to tell them; things
Everybody wants to know what's going on—Prince. “What’s the matter with him?” Tell me what is wrong with everyone this evening? The answer has always been the same. Same as it was the last time, that even I must sometimes go out and do some; things. What a thing?
Woke up early morning, ran inside the kitchen, to light a little fire and thing. Now watch the fire blaze, under the kettle base. To get me through the high morning. Bringing it to the boil, and over something nice. Like Blue Mountain coffee beans.
What a thing! What’s going on—my king? Nothing more than some; things
Well, I ran down to the river to freshen up and wash skin, and take my morning swim. Then sit upon a limb with my little box string to over-run two lyrics and sing. A little song I wrote over a haunting note, to lively up the place on Sting. What a thing!
Now here’s the point I make to those standing at my gate, enquiring as to what’s at stake. I told them idle hands are great to play with demon’s plate and break out chasing litigate. The takeaway that’s worth, waiting for, of course, is that we must all go do some; things. What a thing!
What a thing. What’s going on—my king? Nothing more than; things. That’s what really going on with him. Rep.
Such is life, yes, such is life
Yeah, life is hard, it is a very treacherous road. But we've got to walk it. Everyone has got to walk it alone. We were given no compass, no not even so much as a guide or map, no. But just as soon as you think that you've found your way, you turn to find the ending of another day
Now have you seen this man, he who walks a road that’s long, yes. Searching for a savior, always trying to find favor. Yes, but he never found it, like he’s always just one step behind it, oh yes. Yes, and yet you blame him for the things that he do. You blame him for the things you said he did not do. Although all along, you-you’ve always known the plan, yes. Cause you've got the verdict, right there in your hand. Yes, yeah
Life is short, we haven't got much time to stay, we're spiraling on a speed trek, yes, down to the ending of the line. There we met a man who always do right, and a man who always do what is wrong, yes. It was not long before we get to find out those two were the same and one
Now, tell me have you seen this man, he who walks a road that's long. Searching for a savior, always trying to find favor, oh yes. But he never find it, like he’s always just one step behind it, oh yes. Yes, and yet you blame him for the things he do. You blame him for things you said he did not do. Although all along, you-you have always known the plan, yes. Cause you've got the verdict, yes, right there in your hand
Now, tell me, tell me have you seen this man, he who walks a road that's long, yes. Searching for a savior, always trying to find favor, yes. But he never finds it, like he’s always just one step behind it, oh yes, yes. And yet you blame him for the things that he do. You blame him for the things you said he did not do. Although all along, you’ve always known the plan, yes. Cause you've got the verdict, yes, right there in your hand, in your hand. In your hand, yes. Right there in your hand
My gosh, gee-whiz, I don’t what this itchy thing is.
While lying in bed with the pillar at my head. I’d much rather to stay right here all day asleep instead.
But the bills got to be paid to continue to get me laid. Laid away as if I’m the one who owns this crazy-wavy leg
I was faking a snore, misery standing at the door. Trying hard to get me up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. When the high-pitched wail hit me like her fingernail. The alarm clock is what it was blaring in my head
Oh my gosh, gee-whiz this pocket loop is good. It makes me want to work this leg like a boogie woog. My gosh gee whiz don’t you know this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog
Turn on the electric stove, make some lunch to take the road.
I was out the door before I knew what day it really was. But the call said I'm late, so I’ve got to compensate. Got to work some overtime this week for them to make the slate.
So I ran across the park watching children skipping class.
The bus is almost here so now I’m running very fast.
I ran right by a little girl there spinning a wool-a-whoop.
While a lady walking her dog stopped bent down and made a ... (Well now.)
My-gosh gee-whiz, you know this pocket loop is really good. It makes me want to work this leg just like a boogie woog, oh my gosh gee whiz, don’t you know this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog
Now, I never liked work, work too doesn’t like me. We two don't get along well because we always disagree.
And now this crazy boss wants to make me work for free.
So I kicked a rock and made it stop right up there in his seat.
I didn’t like those words he speak so very early in the week.
got to be mad to think I’d be glad so I reached out and I… I grabbed my lunch kit grabbed my tools. This is the day I break all the rules. Look, I’m out mister boss, take this job and shove it somewhere up your… gosh gee whiz this pocket loop is good. It makes me want to work this leg just like a boogie woog. Oh my gosh, gee whiz this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog
Oh my gosh, gee whiz this pocket loop is good. It makes me want to work this leg just like a boogie woog. My gosh gee whiz don’t you know this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog. Come on and watch me work this wavy leg like a boogie woog.
Sitting at my place down on the corner, one day, when I heard a sound from the house next door. Oh yeah. So I went to see what was going on, and found out, that. It was the sound from a dance that the neighbors put on, no doubt. But there lives an old lady across the street, with a beef, yes, who said she didn't like the sound of that heavy world beat. Oh no
So she called the hotline, like ding-a-ling, two ones and a nine. And a moment later, guess what I see? Lawmen on the corner, beside me, they started asking many questions. They want to know, why you play it in that dimension, so I say, this music is oh so very proud. That is the reason why we turn it up loud, with the bass line pumping, I see, the people are jumping with glee, while dancing in the streets, the whole night, while rocking to the beat. Oh yes, yes
Every weekend now you've got to know the score, (yes, yes,) every road now leads back to my front door. Oh yes, because this is the spot where everyone meets, they meet and greet, yes, yes. Just to let it all down at the end of the week. Yuh see-it. If you're feeling ire come out and enjoy yourself, oh yes mi peeps, while spreading the vibes to everyone else
Oh yes, did someone call the hotline, like ding-a-ling, two ones and a nine, cause a moment later, I could see, lawmen on the corner. Strange enough they weren’t asking any questions, like before, just out there jamming in the sessions, so I say; this music is oh, so very proud. Right there is the reason why we turn it up loud. With the bass line pumping, I could see, crowd of people there jumping like these, having fun in the street, the whole night, while they were rocking to the beat. So nice
Nobody called the hotline, like ding-a-ling, two ones and a nine. But a moment later, what did I see, people jamming on the corner, just like me. So I ask them many questions, like these; what do you like about the sessions? “Oh please,” this music is oh, so very proud, especially at evenings when you turn it up loud. With the bass line pumping, around me, these people are jumping with glee. Having fun in the streets, the whole night, while rocking to the beat. Oh yes, people danced in the streets, all night, while rocking to the beat
Swing-swung old emotions sprung. Holding on to Diablo’s careless hands. Like a sad refrain of an ancient song, about Dan, and a man, and a van? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Coated sugar cubes as the errands went. Hellenor’s exhausted vacation spent. Sitting here in limbo gripping wistful lament. Hastily made decisions came unmasked in repent
Swing over here then swung over there. Let go of those careless hands yah mi dear. Was the last thing about that song that I hear, the last thing about that song that I hear. I swear! Wake up and live yah. Too much lazy legs in your bed.
Sweet revenge is like a mother’s seed. Hovering on the north side of the tender reeds. Heavy eyelids awaiting gluttonous sleep. Morn’s piercing notes came in to jerk at the feet
Like cords hanging loose on fizzled ends. Much too far removed from making amends. Blissful lovers have long gone and spent. Lifeline now extended western union sent
Sling-slung old emotions sprung. Holding on to Diablo’s careless hands. Like a sad refrain of an ancient song, about Dan, and a man, and a van. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Swing over here swung over there. Let go of those careless hands yah mi dear. Was the last thing about that song that I hear. The last thing about that song that I hear.
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New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on.
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
This here is that moment in the passage of our time, (yes.)
When we ought to stop turn around and take a good look back inside our minds.
To see what we might be doing to the unborn generation, (yes.)
Can't you see that the time has come for some reconciliation? (I say.)
New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on, (yes.)
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
The winds are blowing (yeah,) over life’s stormy seas, and it’s bringing to us a new message for everybody to stop, turn around now and tell me, if you are happy with the way how you’ve been living, (yeah.) Taking a whole lot more than you've ever thought about giving.
I say: New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on.
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
It's been too long since we've been living like this; separate and apart. But sweet love has finally found its way, deep inside our lovers’ hearts.
It's the time now to help our neighbors, this is the time now to help our friends, (yeah.)
While we pick all the pieces up to start all over again
New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on.
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on.
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
Let's go RG party.
It's re-generation time, folks. So let’s all go out and celebrate.
I didn't know what to do with myself, been too long removed from the scenes and on the shelf.
But then I ran into this person, whom I was more than a little bit certain, that we could become a happy item, if only I could still believe my own eye stem. Oh, but I couldn’t lay my hands upon my new car key, to go zipping along another four-lane artery. And show off the sparkling shine, on this hybrid of mine.
Why shouldn't we go outdoors and RG party, sweat it out all night perhaps we could wind up haughty.
The boogie man can't scare me when we’re all out here painting Mainstreet. Tell me.
Why oh, why shouldn't we
They say I must go indoors and sit down. Can’t shake a hand anymore cannot move around. Can’t go out and socialize, can’t disagree with the rowdy boys. And go breach the abatement act as relates to noise. How much longer must I continue to go date her, before we take off all the old wrapping papers?
Should I go or should I stay, more than two meters away, can I move in just to get a little bit closer to her?
Tell me why shouldn't we all go outdoors and RG party, sweat it out all night perhaps we could wind up haughty
You know, the boogie man can't scare me, when we're all out here painting Mainstreet, tell me. Why oh, tell me why shouldn't we?
Interlude. Tell me why, here comes the boogie man.
I’m here now dripping fat just like a hot hog and I'm sizzling like a porkchop on a brick slab. You know, because you make me glad, I would like to hug you up and grab. But they say I must go back to lock down inside. Can’t go flirt around anymore not being immunized. Go mask it up before you set a big foot outside. Should I stand up or sit down, should I throw my waist around... no, wait a minute now. That one sure doesn't sound... tell me.
Why shouldn't we go outdoors and RG party, sweat it out all night perhaps we could wind up haughty
You know, the boogie man can't scare me when we're all out here painting Mainstreet, tell me. Why oh, tell me why shouldn't we? Tell me.
Why shouldn't we go outdoors and RG party, sweat it out all night perhaps we could wind up haughty
The boogie man can't chase sleep when we're all out here painting Mainstreet, tell me. Why oh, tell me why shouldn't we?
Tell me, who’s gonna help me to paint this RG party?
1] [Well] I was lost and somewhat boxed in, like on a night pitched dark. While the whole world searched through the darkness, trying to find a light or even a spark. But then I turned my eyes on the inside, and found in me there was a saving grace. A pair of hands that reached out from the heavens and lift me up to a higher place.
2] this day and the time has come as if to make right for all the wrongs we’ve done. We’re told to give up and surrender, and take leave of our rights and freedoms. Although you’re hiding in a lockdown now, these challenges are no mistake, your breakthrough will be coming in tomorrow to lift you up to a higher place.
Chorus] So I’m crying out from a dark place for the light to find my face. For that hand to reach in from the heavens, and lift me up to a higher place. [Repeat.]
3] This part of the night it may be dark, kinda dark somehow. Oh but morning is certainly coming, even though it may not seem so now. Remember that longtime light that once shone in, to brighten your darkest of days, it will be your breakthrough on tomorrow and to lift you up to a higher place.
Chorus] So now I’m trying again from this dark place for some favor to find thy grace. And to strengthen my hand to reach in, and lift myself to a higher place. [Repeat, and fade out.]
What a thing. What’s going on—my king? Nothing more than some; things
Well, I can hear some people asking, every time they’re passing, tell me what’s going on my king. The very same old, worn, and outdated question; tell me what's gone wrong with him. All they got was this same one-word answer, when I have to tell them; things
Everybody wants to know what's going on—Prince. “What’s the matter with him?” Tell me what is wrong with everyone this evening? The answer has always been the same. Same as it was the last time, that even I must sometimes go out and do some; things. What a thing?
Woke up early morning, ran inside the kitchen, to light a little fire and thing. Now watch the fire blaze, under the kettle base. To get me through the high morning. Bringing it to the boil, and over something nice. Like Blue Mountain coffee beans.
What a thing! What’s going on—my king? Nothing more than some; things
Well, I ran down to the river to freshen up and wash skin, and take my morning swim. Then sit upon a limb with my little box string to over-run two lyrics and sing. A little song I wrote over a haunting note, to lively up the place on Sting. What a thing!
Now here’s the point I make to those standing at my gate, enquiring as to what’s at stake. I told them idle hands are great to play with demon’s plate and break out chasing litigate. The takeaway that’s worth, waiting for, of course, is that we must all go do some; things. What a thing!
What a thing. What’s going on—my king? Nothing more than; things. That’s what really going on with him. Rep.
Such is life, yes, such is life
Yeah, life is hard, it is a very treacherous road. But we've got to walk it. Everyone has got to walk it alone. We were given no compass, no not even so much as a guide or map, no. But just as soon as you think that you've found your way, you turn to find the ending of another day
Now have you seen this man, he who walks a road that’s long, yes. Searching for a savior, always trying to find favor. Yes, but he never found it, like he’s always just one step behind it, oh yes. Yes, and yet you blame him for the things that he do. You blame him for the things you said he did not do. Although all along, you-you’ve always known the plan, yes. Cause you've got the verdict, right there in your hand. Yes, yeah
Life is short, we haven't got much time to stay, we're spiraling on a speed trek, yes, down to the ending of the line. There we met a man who always do right, and a man who always do what is wrong, yes. It was not long before we get to find out those two were the same and one
Now, tell me have you seen this man, he who walks a road that's long. Searching for a savior, always trying to find favor, oh yes. But he never find it, like he’s always just one step behind it, oh yes. Yes, and yet you blame him for the things he do. You blame him for things you said he did not do. Although all along, you-you have always known the plan, yes. Cause you've got the verdict, yes, right there in your hand
Now, tell me, tell me have you seen this man, he who walks a road that's long, yes. Searching for a savior, always trying to find favor, yes. But he never finds it, like he’s always just one step behind it, oh yes, yes. And yet you blame him for the things that he do. You blame him for the things you said he did not do. Although all along, you’ve always known the plan, yes. Cause you've got the verdict, yes, right there in your hand, in your hand. In your hand, yes. Right there in your hand
My gosh, gee-whiz, I don’t what this itchy thing is.
While lying in bed with the pillar at my head. I’d much rather to stay right here all day asleep instead.
But the bills got to be paid to continue to get me laid. Laid away as if I’m the one who owns this crazy-wavy leg
I was faking a snore, misery standing at the door. Trying hard to get me up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. When the high-pitched wail hit me like her fingernail. The alarm clock is what it was blaring in my head
Oh my gosh, gee-whiz this pocket loop is good. It makes me want to work this leg like a boogie woog. My gosh gee whiz don’t you know this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog
Turn on the electric stove, make some lunch to take the road.
I was out the door before I knew what day it really was. But the call said I'm late, so I’ve got to compensate. Got to work some overtime this week for them to make the slate.
So I ran across the park watching children skipping class.
The bus is almost here so now I’m running very fast.
I ran right by a little girl there spinning a wool-a-whoop.
While a lady walking her dog stopped bent down and made a ... (Well now.)
My-gosh gee-whiz, you know this pocket loop is really good. It makes me want to work this leg just like a boogie woog, oh my gosh gee whiz, don’t you know this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog
Now, I never liked work, work too doesn’t like me. We two don't get along well because we always disagree.
And now this crazy boss wants to make me work for free.
So I kicked a rock and made it stop right up there in his seat.
I didn’t like those words he speak so very early in the week.
got to be mad to think I’d be glad so I reached out and I… I grabbed my lunch kit grabbed my tools. This is the day I break all the rules. Look, I’m out mister boss, take this job and shove it somewhere up your… gosh gee whiz this pocket loop is good. It makes me want to work this leg just like a boogie woog. Oh my gosh, gee whiz this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog
Oh my gosh, gee whiz this pocket loop is good. It makes me want to work this leg just like a boogie woog. My gosh gee whiz don’t you know this pocket loop is good. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog. Watch me work this crazy-wavy leg like a boogie woog. Come on and watch me work this wavy leg like a boogie woog.
Sitting at my place down on the corner, one day, when I heard a sound from the house next door. Oh yeah. So I went to see what was going on, and found out, that. It was the sound from a dance that the neighbors put on, no doubt. But there lives an old lady across the street, with a beef, yes, who said she didn't like the sound of that heavy world beat. Oh no
So she called the hotline, like ding-a-ling, two ones and a nine. And a moment later, guess what I see? Lawmen on the corner, beside me, they started asking many questions. They want to know, why you play it in that dimension, so I say, this music is oh so very proud. That is the reason why we turn it up loud, with the bass line pumping, I see, the people are jumping with glee, while dancing in the streets, the whole night, while rocking to the beat. Oh yes, yes
Every weekend now you've got to know the score, (yes, yes,) every road now leads back to my front door. Oh yes, because this is the spot where everyone meets, they meet and greet, yes, yes. Just to let it all down at the end of the week. Yuh see-it. If you're feeling ire come out and enjoy yourself, oh yes mi peeps, while spreading the vibes to everyone else
Oh yes, did someone call the hotline, like ding-a-ling, two ones and a nine, cause a moment later, I could see, lawmen on the corner. Strange enough they weren’t asking any questions, like before, just out there jamming in the sessions, so I say; this music is oh, so very proud. Right there is the reason why we turn it up loud. With the bass line pumping, I could see, crowd of people there jumping like these, having fun in the street, the whole night, while they were rocking to the beat. So nice
Nobody called the hotline, like ding-a-ling, two ones and a nine. But a moment later, what did I see, people jamming on the corner, just like me. So I ask them many questions, like these; what do you like about the sessions? “Oh please,” this music is oh, so very proud, especially at evenings when you turn it up loud. With the bass line pumping, around me, these people are jumping with glee. Having fun in the streets, the whole night, while rocking to the beat. Oh yes, people danced in the streets, all night, while rocking to the beat
Swing-swung old emotions sprung. Holding on to Diablo’s careless hands. Like a sad refrain of an ancient song, about Dan, and a man, and a van? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Coated sugar cubes as the errands went. Hellenor’s exhausted vacation spent. Sitting here in limbo gripping wistful lament. Hastily made decisions came unmasked in repent
Swing over here then swung over there. Let go of those careless hands yah mi dear. Was the last thing about that song that I hear, the last thing about that song that I hear. I swear! Wake up and live yah. Too much lazy legs in your bed.
Sweet revenge is like a mother’s seed. Hovering on the north side of the tender reeds. Heavy eyelids awaiting gluttonous sleep. Morn’s piercing notes came in to jerk at the feet
Like cords hanging loose on fizzled ends. Much too far removed from making amends. Blissful lovers have long gone and spent. Lifeline now extended western union sent
Sling-slung old emotions sprung. Holding on to Diablo’s careless hands. Like a sad refrain of an ancient song, about Dan, and a man, and a van. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Swing over here swung over there. Let go of those careless hands yah mi dear. Was the last thing about that song that I hear. The last thing about that song that I hear.
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New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on.
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
This here is that moment in the passage of our time, (yes.)
When we ought to stop turn around and take a good look back inside our minds.
To see what we might be doing to the unborn generation, (yes.)
Can't you see that the time has come for some reconciliation? (I say.)
New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on, (yes.)
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
The winds are blowing (yeah,) over life’s stormy seas, and it’s bringing to us a new message for everybody to stop, turn around now and tell me, if you are happy with the way how you’ve been living, (yeah.) Taking a whole lot more than you've ever thought about giving.
I say: New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on.
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
It's been too long since we've been living like this; separate and apart. But sweet love has finally found its way, deep inside our lovers’ hearts.
It's the time now to help our neighbors, this is the time now to help our friends, (yeah.)
While we pick all the pieces up to start all over again
New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on.
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
New beginnings just like the sun it is rising, and I see a new day shining on.
It's been showing oh so clearly on the horizon. A brand-new tomorrow is coming on down
E Lloyd Kelly is an Author, poet, songwriter, podcaster, and blogger. Born in Jamaica, West Indies, to Raglan and Alma Kelly. Now resides in Montreal Quebec where (when not writing,) drives a shuttle bus between campuses at McGill University.