Episode 25:  I Land On The Island

 
Aloha Beach

I'm sittin' on a beach somewhere in the hawaiian islands
I never felt so peaceful and free
I'm glad i stopped to take the time to ponder
What i'd find if i looked inside of me
I see everything i've done wrong in life
And now i can see how to make it right

I came here on a whim and i had no plan to start with
I had no clue how to butter my hawaiian sweet bread
I found a hut near the edge of a sparkling lagoon
The sea spray began to resuscitate my head
Every morning, i watch the sun stroll across the sea
Every evening, i watch the moon take charge

Aloha beach has set me free
I'm living in a tropical fantasy
This hawaiian breeze has rescued me
It turns out all i needed to find was aloha beach

The coconut trees shimmer in the presence of a flaming sunset
My hawaiian shirt mirrors the colorful array
I softly strum my ukelele as i write this song
I'm singing to the tiki statue that is wearing my lei
In the distance, i hear a luau in full swing
I can picture the hula dancers with their

Hips a-writhin' and their grass skirts a-flyin'
Their arms a-tellin' the story of the islands
And the native drums are beatin' out the rhythm
And everyone from Kauai to Maui are dancin' ...

With 'em, ooo (with 'em)          they got the rhythm, ooo (rhythm)
They got the rhythm, ooo (rhythm)          they got the rhythm, ooo (rhythm)
They're singin' with 'em, *you take it* (with 'em)          they're singin' with 'em, *you* (with 'em)
They got the rhythm, ooo (rhythm)          they got the rhythm, *yah, rhythm!*

This beach has set me free
I'm living in a tropical fantasy
This hawaiian breeze has rescued me
It turns out all i needed to find was aloha ...

Beach beach beach has set me free
I'm living in a tropical fantasy
This hawaiian breeze has rescued me
It turns out all i needed to say . . . was

"Aloha, beach"
 
 
 

Kim In The Parking Lot

I'm on my way home from work
It's a mild february nite as i go into the shoprite
I'm being far too introspective          then i see her there
She breezes by me in her spike boots
Her black and white jacket flapping from her speedy movement
I give her the once-over from the ice cream isle as she disappears
I put her out of my mind in a second or two
And i continue doing what i came to do
Which is shopping at the shoprite

I pay for my groceries at the checkout
And as i head through the door, i see Spikey Boots once more
She's guiding a cart ten steps ahead of me          then she reaches her car
As i pass, i compliment her savoir-faire
She says "we have met before, long ago in days of yore" ... well
Soon we are engaging in full sentences and the rest, as they say, is history
Now she's permanently embedded in my mind like glue
And i'm real glad that i did what i came to do
Which is shopping at the shoprite

Kim in the parking lot of shoprite
Kim in the right place on that friday night
Kim got my blood boiling nice an' hot
I'm so glad i saw kim in the parking lot

So as i near the end of this song
I'm tryin' to find some words that will not sound too absurd
I'm not having too much success          then it comes to me
I look her straight in the eyeballs and i say
"Thank you for the jumpstart you have given to my heart
I had lost all faith in romancing          then you gave it back to me"
And now when we want to recapture how it was
We go back to the place where we first heard the buzz
Which is shopping at the shoprite

Ya really got me
 
 
 
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