Migration (Letra)

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By: jimmy buffett
1974
Whoa, lookin’ back at my background
Tryin’ to figure out how i ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much too clear
I’m just livin’ in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah listenin’ to murphy, walker, and willis
Sing me their texas rhymes

Most of the people who retire in florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin’ my keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them all
The way up to fantasy land
Yeah they’re ugly and square, they don’t belong here
They looked a lot better as beer cans

Chorus:
Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin’ out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin’ our part
Got a caribbean soul i can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart

Well now i might have joined the merchant marine
If i hadn’t learned how to sing
And on top of all that i got married too early
‘cost me much more than a ring
But now those crazy days are over
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done
I came off the rebound, started lookin’ around
Figured out it’s time to have a little fun

Chorus:
Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin’ out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin’ our part
Got a caribbean soul i can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart

Well now if i ever live to be an old man
I’m gonna sail down to martinique
I’m gonna buy me a sweat-stained bogart suit
And an african parakeet
And then i’ll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

Chorus:
Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin’ out there
They never even seen the clues
Yeah but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin’ our part
Got a caribbean soul i can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart

Coda:
Yeah, got a caribbean soul i can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling…)

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Migration (Letra)

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On and on they journey southward
To the land of warmer summers
On the way they shed their feathers
For the poet’s hand to write love letters

Flying high in straight formation
Seeking out their destination
Over seas and windswept forest
Frost and snow they’re soon forgotten

Trees are bare snowflakes are falling
You can hear their leaders calling
Follow me fly strong my brother
Be strong of heart and help each other home

And here i am i’m just a man
And there you are among the stars flying high
Searching for a new tomorrow
I wish i could follow

Nearer still to new horizons
Chill winds blow so far behind them
Endless days and sleepless nights
A borrowed gift navigates their flight

Still and pure this morning air
So tired now but almost there
The mysteries of nature’s calling
Some will climb while others return back home

Migration (Letra)

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Distant hands in foreign lands
Are turning hidden wheels
Causing things to come about
Which no one seems to feel
All invisible from where we stand
The connections come to pass
And though too strange to comprehend
They affect us nonetheless, yes

Once again a time of change
O the change makes music
And the children will dance

See the pieces of the picture rearrange themselves
It feels just like a symphony to me,
With nothing left to chance

Just look over your shoulder
It’s out of you hands
It’s over for now
Leave behind what you can
You can always return

The rhythm remains unbroken
Unspoken but loud and clear
It’s a slow vibration. migration

Mystery muse, how i hunger for an answer
Unsung song, how i long to play the changes
Hidden rhythm, haven’t i always been your dancer
Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming. migration