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MOFRO, "Florida"
I remember my granpa tellin' me
about the early days of Florida
Born a swamp cracka' 2 miles from Grannies Bay
comin' up the way of the wilderness

No car phone or electric light
yeah - just livin' life one day at a time
No newspaper no war and no stife
just the elemental keys that provide for life

Florida I know you're out ther hidin' from me
you get harder and harder to find
Everyday she keeps slippin' away
Florida please don't fade on me now

Autumn sun set mornin' skies ablaze
the oaks and the pines turn their palms up to the sun
the kind of beauty that hits down in the soul
and still we're hell bent to destroy it all

With concrete and steal we pave
a road to hell on a land we've killed
so take a good look and remember it now
cuz one day ya gonna wake up and find it gone

Now skyscrapers and superhighways
are carved through the heart of Florida
Building sub-divisions while the swamps are drained
makin' room for people and amusement parks

It's like watchin' someone you love die slow
Yeah they're killin' her one piece at a time
I know some fools who think I should let go
but they never seen Florida through my eyes

Florida I know you're out ther hidin' from me
you get harder and harder to find
Everyday she keeps slippin' away
Florida please don't fade on me now

Blues Traveler, excerpt from "Stand"
The answers are getting harder and harder
And there ain't no way to bargain or to barter
But if you've got the angst or the ardor
You might faint from the fight but you're gonna find it
For every challenge could have paradise behind it
And if you accept what you have lost and you stand tall
You might just get it back and you can get it all
So now you know why it's a long way to fall
Yeah cause it's a long way to fall

Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night"
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.