Bruce *****burn - Dancing In Paradise Lyrics
praying mantis on screencanoes prowl reef in early morning sunas it flashes on the rhythmic fall of weed cutter's cutlass bladeeverybody's got something to sell besides the obvious dollars and dopealoe rub, starfish, vegetable patties, braid your hair miss and bush doctor curesudden angry eruption between aloe peddler and man with property to protectmuscular security guard with truncheon of twisted wire'kiss my blood clot' she hisses and they're enemies for lifein the beach front bar they're playing reggae versions of Jim Reeves' Greatest hitsthe waitress sings along, eyes focused dreamily on that sentimental worldand there's DANCING IN PARADISE...blue green ship in turquoise bayswollen bauxite-red river rushingstream rising from feathered bamboo hillstracks once paved now falling away into deep lush hillsand the farmed-out road contracts pass through so many handsthe print erodes with the weather-worn blacktopand the jungle's always trying to reclaim the right of wayand the mangoes cacao tumeric goats soursopmushroom cane plantations limeshorses crayfish long-legged birds donkeyscurved horns of cattle above dense grassganja sensitive plant ackeeand some thorn whose prick brings lockjawand tires torn by sharp yellow rocks--young girl stares pensively from dark door in pale blue wallBig About and friends at their crossroads barwith its dirt corral for dancingdrink soursop juice all day longin quest of the perpetual stiff bambooand there's DANCING IN PARADISE...Biggy Dread gunned down by police at Bit Bridge March 16riding a mule cart to Sav-la-Mar pulled out a cutlass and they had to shootthat's what they saysomething tells me they like to shootsomething in the eyes of the ones at the road blockwhere they searched the car and tried to get us to confess to whatever...there's truncheons and gas down in Harbour St.--typical response where life isn't so sweetand somebody gets desperate enough to say so--price of fish price of flourgoing up up up almost by the hourand they throw money on spectacular showsto show the world the right likes the right musicand the Prime Minister sucks ice cream in the company of a happy band of childrenwhile a ***** man, sores on his neck,lies for days in Washington Boulevard gnawing chicken bonesand the Chamber of Commerce thinks there's too much crimeand there's a kung fu movie in every townand there's DANCING IN PARADISE...-- Jamacia, Easter 1985
