- Votes:
- Composer:
- Bruce Cockburn
 
- Genres:
- Rock
 
- See also:
Bruce Cockburn - Dancing In Paradise lyrics
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 cure
 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 hills
 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 tumeric goats soursop
 mushroom cane plantations 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--Bruce Cockburn - Dancing In Paradise - http://motolyrics.com/bruce-cockburn/dancing-in-paradise-lyrics.html
 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 Bit 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 Harbour St.--
 typical response where life isn't so sweet
 and somebody gets desperate enough to say so--
 price of fish price of flour
 going up up up almost by the hour
 and they throw money on spectacular shows
 to show the world the right likes the right music
 and the Prime Minister sucks ice cream in the company of a happy band of
 children
 while a naked man, sores on his neck,
 lies for days in Washington Boulevard gnawing chicken bones
 and the Chamber of Commerce thinks there's too much crime
 and there's a kung fu movie in every town
 and there's DANCING IN PARADISE...
 -- Jamacia, Easter 1985















