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The sands blowing across the dunes
On a July’s day in the early mid after
The tides rolling away as I soak up the day
As always I’m daydreaming of the worlds fattest “J”
Stuffed with the K.B. that’s the way it should be
With the green the blue of sky and a big fat high
But that’s just me
That’s just me
In the distance I can hear the sounds
Of some kids playing having a ball
I’m sitting back easy in my beach chair
Cool chilling just feeling at one with it all
The air smells of sun block and cigarettes
It doesn’t get much better then this
See breezes sun sneezes easily pleases me
When I’m feeling this free
But then again that’s just me
That’s just me
If ever there was a time
To leave my baggage behind
Today is definitely the day
For me to clear out my mind
Usually chalk full of shit
Thick as a pigsty to see this
You’d just have to look into my eye
To see a life of routine and endless bitching
The ball breaking am waking
The giving and the taking
At this moment the day is now mine
And I see no signs that it’s ending
Right now I feel my spirit transcending
The grit and bullshit life sends my way
If only for an instant it seems so far away
I know this proves it will all be just fine
If you don’t believe me, well
It wouldn’t be a crime
It wouldn’t be a crime
The sands blowing across the dune
On a July’s say in the early mid after
The tides rolling away as I soak up the day
As always I’m daydreaming of the worlds fattest “J”
But then again that’s just me
Lyrics by Nigel W. Dickie © 2004 veinmelter