Island Girl

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Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

This is my story.  Being an isolated, self-made person isn't all it's cracked up to be - sometimes it borders on madness and emotional illness.   Glad I'm off the island.

Lyrics

ISLAND GIRL

 

Oh, she’s malnourished, more than a little suspicious

Living on a desert isle, lost her luster, lost her smile

She won’t be rescued, she never sends up flares

Lives on roots and native fare

She knows how to live without; She knows how to live without

 

          She’s an island, island girl

          She’s an i-i-i-i-i-is-land, island girl

 

Sometimes at night I hear her wailing

But she’ll deny her own travailing

She loops and circles through the clutter, as she mutters

As she analyzes, she’s paralyzed

She’s gotta work it out, can’t work it out, gotta work it out

 

          She’s an island, island girl

          She’s an i-i-i-i-i-is-land, island girl

 

Sometimes she sails with a sailor boy

Who steers her right into a storm

Floating on wreckage back to a lonely place

Where she hides in caves, gathers wood

Lives on nothing ‘cause she knows she could, she knows she could

 

 

I hear her calling from a faraway land

Water is filling up my eyes

Then recedes just before falling down

 

          ‘Cause I’m an island, island girl

          I’m an i-i-i-i-i-is-land, island girl

 

Oh island girl, light the flair

Raise the flag, take the wheel

Find your voice

Beat the drums, light the torch

Dance  your dance, come ashore

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