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Joan O'Diab Village People, O'Diab Rolling Stones Someone's got to talk about accountability Someone's got to raise some hell, it might as well be me I'm a cultural infidel, believe in common sense I'm a cultural infidel, love the present tense But we have to keep a look out for those mean old backed-up farts I'm a cultural infidel, comin' from the heart My heart, my heart, mon coeur Will I see you in Heaven, will I see you in Hell Will I see you in Rio, only time will tell Will I see you in Heaven, will I see you in Hell Will I see you tomorrow, only time will tell Happily Ever After (Now and Then) Happily Ever After (Now and Then) Happily Ever After (Now & Then) by Jimmy Buffett & Dave Loggins I've been a stand in a stunt man, I've taken some falls Troubles,--I've had my share But no one has to learn how to run before walkin' 'round Breathin' that million-air Take it from me 'cause I found If you leave it then somebody else is bound To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure When yours it could have been (Chorus) Some people never find it, some only pretend But me, I just want to live happily ever after Every now and then I've been in vans and in bands on and through stages One thing I can conclude, one has to learn Havin' fun is just smilin' through Those changes in latitudes, changes in in attitudes Take it from me 'cause I found If you leave it then somebody else is bound To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure When yours it could have been (Chorus) Some people never find it, some only pretend But me, hell, I just want to live happily ever after Every now and then Every now and then False Echoes [Havana 1921] False Echoes [Havana 1921] False Echoes Jimmy Buffett The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light And the waterfront ritual began to ignite All the ships in the harbour were warmed by the sun Twenty-fifth of November, Nineteen twenty-one On the old Chicamauga the signal jacks flew And the message they spelled out caused a great ballyhoo Every ship in Havana then hoisted away All the pennants were flyin' on my dad's first birthday (Chorus) Enduring echoes call out from his past Time ain't for savin', no, Time's not for that Chasin' false echoes like a lost legionnaire He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare Now his storybook childhood was not make-believe On the decks of a tallship he was taught to achieve Witnessed storms and starvation, natural wonders and force Oh, the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course (Chorus) Well, now life throws us curve balls we never can reach He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach Where he raised up his family, taught us all to survive Then the wind went away in 1995 Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by the way She lies on the bottom of old Mobile Bay Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near They protect him and tell him there's nothing to fear 'Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea And it's a time in the future for Cameron and me (Chorus) The skies over Cuba were warmed by the sun Twenty-fifth of November, 1921 Bob Robert's Society Band Bob Robert's Society Band Bob Robert's Society Band Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett Music by Amy Lee Well, you heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade Ya heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the Glades It's a melting pot existence that is hard to contemplate And a never-ending battle in the Sunshine State But far far away from the front page news Far far away from the headline blues Down a secondary road that severely shows its age The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage (Chorus) It's the Bob Robert's Society Band Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand They don't play grunge and they don't play loud It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd Well, the word goes out from Melbourne to the Keys The faithful get the message like it's written on the breeze Young folks, old folks about to cut a rug Fox trot, bunny hop, do the jitterbug (Chorus) I saw mini vans from Boca and busses from Perrine There were people speaking Hindu in the bar-b-que line A couple on their honeymoon looked a bit confused But the boys in the band put them fight in the mood
