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Island Fever
Jimmy Buffett
From: Don't Stop the Carnival


I think I've got a touch of island fever
I do believe I feel a bit sautéed
This morning I was just some nonbeliever
Tonight I feel I've joined a wild crusade

I never thought of life as being breezy
I never thought of time as time to play
I never thought that I could take it easy
But all those feelings changed for me today

Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Are finding their way to my brain
Layers and layers of costumes and players
That make my whole life look insane

Palm trees and views I can't believe
Why would I ever want to leave?
I think I'll take my shoes off and go walking
Down beside the Caribbean Sea.
I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking
I think I hear a hammock calling me.

Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade

Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players

I think I will join the parade
I think I've got a touch of island fever... 


I've always liked this one. It's simply amazing in it's ability to speak to me. The album it's on, the soundtrack to Don't Stop the Carnival, is worth buying just to have this song.

Most importantly, though, I realized recently that I know someone who seems wonderfully described by this song. She's textured. It's difficult to explain, but as I think about her, I think that the song "Island Fever" comes to mind best (reading the lyrics won't do it: you need to hear the song, but it might help to see the words), in particular the chorus. There are layers upon layers, things that I will never quite taste all the spices of, and that interest and excite me. Her hands have a unique texture, and simply running my fingers over the backs of her hands brings out new adventures and ideas. There's something about everything about her, but it's all a new experience. I doubt it makes much sense outside my head, but inside, it seems to work just fine.

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