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Tugboat's Call - Don Johnson Big Band

Sea sounds

A blessed man's call

I'm floating like a feather

And I just won't fall

(4x)

There's a mysterious air about this place

The silence is surrounded by the sound of empty space

The ground is full of black holes and nothing seems to grow

And time passes like wine glasses with an easy flow

The greasy glow and smell of lotion and sweat

And I can't help wonder just how blue an ocean can get

Its soothing motion has swept me off my feet, now I'm floating

If freedom is to lose control, my moves are an omen

The water and the golden sun will solve it all

My soul is one with both, feel small enough to broaden up my scope

Barely holding up but standing strong in the towering waves

The sand is warm, I've lost track of hours and days

No crowds or names or faces, no heartbreaks to remember

A thousand fading traces to the dark days of November

The mountains and the island, the shadow of the lighthouse

I'm bound to keep on smiling when I travel towards the bright clouds

Sea sounds

A blessed man's call

I'm floating like a feather

And I just won't fall

(4x)

I'm still dry cooler, give me life by the pool side

Unlike with most things, to this there are no two sides

Time stretches with the desert flavored blues slides

Never hesitate or wait, in making new strides

In a silent way, I'm smiling at myself

As the light of day recedes with a vibrant colored trail

I'm tied into its tail, disappear in the horizon

And here is what's surprising: I have no fear of rising

As the morning overtakes night and coffee doesn't taste right

You must accept the basic right of ease with no haste

Don't fight against it

I'll breathe and let the words write themselves

Left with just an instinct of the world

Sight and smell

Sea sounds

A blessed man's call

I'm floating like a feather

And I just won't fall

(3x)

Sea sounds

A tugboat's call

I'm floating like a feather

And I just won't fall