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Some folks say that I've got the perfect life

Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife

I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind

Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean

But every now and then, the dragons come to call

Just when you least expect it you'll be dodgin' cannonballs

I've seen too much not to stay in touch

With a world full of love and luck

I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition

I never forget to duck

Come back, come back back to Jamaica

Don't chu know we made a big mistaica

We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye

And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast

We were tree top flyin' movin' west along the coast

Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill

When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril

Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain

We had only come for chicken we were not a ganja plane

Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized

We were not some coked up cowboy sporting guns and alibis

Come back, come back back to Jamaica

Don't chu know we made a big mistaica

We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye

And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from highway

They shot from the top of the cliff, they had all gone haywire

We're catchin' fire, and there wasn't even a spliff

Well, the word got out all over the island

Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'

Some thought me crazy foe being way too nice

But it's just another shitty day in paradise

Come back, come back back to Jamaica

Don't chu know we made a big mistaica

We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye

And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky


'Jamaica Mistaica' by Jimmy Buffett 

Songwriters: Jim Mayer / Jimmy Buffett / Peter Hagen Mayer / Roger Guth / Russ Kunkel
Some folks say that I've got the perfect life

Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife

I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind

Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean

But every now and then, the dragons come to call

Just when you least expect it you'll be dodgin' cannonballs

I've seen too much not to stay in touch

With a world full of love and luck

I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition

I never forget to duck

Come back, come back back to Jamaica

Don't chu know we made a big mistaica

We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye

And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast

We were tree top flyin' movin' west along the coast

Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill

When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril

Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain

We had only come for chicken we were not a ganja plane

Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized

We were not some coked up cowboy sporting guns and alibis

Come back, come back back to Jamaica

Don't chu know we made a big mistaica

We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye

And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from highway

They shot from the top of the cliff, they had all gone haywire

We're catchin' fire, and there wasn't even a spliff

Well, the word got out all over the island

Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'

Some thought me crazy foe being way too nice

But it's just another shitty day in paradise

Come back, come back back to Jamaica

Don't chu know we made a big mistaica

We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye

And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky


'Jamaica Mistaica' by Jimmy Buffett 

Songwriters: Jim Mayer / Jimmy Buffett / Peter Hagen Mayer / Roger Guth / Russ Kunkel
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Philip Leister

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Some folks say that I've got the perfect life Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean But every now and then, the dragons come to call Just when you least expect it you'll be dodgin' cannonballs I've seen too much not to stay in touch With a world full of love and luck I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition I never forget to duck Come back, come back back to Jamaica Don't chu know we made a big mistaica We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast We were tree top flyin' movin' west along the coast Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain We had only come for chicken we were not a ganja plane Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized We were not some coked up cowboy sporting guns and alibis Come back, come back back to Jamaica Don't chu know we made a big mistaica We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from highway They shot from the top of the cliff, they had all gone haywire We're catchin' fire, and there wasn't even a spliff Well, the word got out all over the island Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin' Some thought me crazy foe being way too nice But it's just another shitty day in paradise Come back, come back back to Jamaica Don't chu know we made a big mistaica We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky 'Jamaica Mistaica' by Jimmy Buffett Songwriters: Jim Mayer / Jimmy Buffett / Peter Hagen Mayer / Roger Guth / Russ Kunkel

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Size:40 W x 30 H x 0.5 D in

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I’m (I am?) a self-taught artist, originally from the north suburbs of Chicago (also known as John Hughes' America). Born in 1984, I started painting in 2017 and began to take it somewhat seriously in 2019. I currently reside in rural Montana and live a secluded life with my three dogs - Pebbles (a.k.a. Jaws, Brandy, Fang), Bam Bam (a.k.a. Scrat, Dinki-Di, Trash Panda, Dug), and Mystique (a.k.a. Lady), and five cats - Burglekutt (a.k.a. Ghostmouse Makah), Vohnkar! (a.k.a. Storm Shadow, Grogu), Falkor (a.k.a. Moro, The Mummy's Kryptonite, Wendigo, BFC), Nibbler (a.k.a. Cobblepot), and Meegosh (a.k.a. Lenny). Part of the preface to the 'Complete Works of Emily Dickinson helps sum me up as a person and an artist: "The verses of Emily Dickinson belong emphatically to what Emerson long since called ‘the Poetry of the Portfolio,’ something produced absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of expression of the writer's own mind. Such verse must inevitably forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism and the enforced conformity to accepted ways. On the other hand, it may often gain something through the habit of freedom and unconventional utterance of daring thoughts. In the case of the present author, there was no choice in the matter; she must write thus, or not at all. A recluse by temperament and habit, literally spending years without settling her foot beyond the doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind, like her person, from all but a few friends; and it was with great difficulty that she was persuaded to print during her lifetime, three or four poems. Yet she wrote verses in great abundance; and though brought curiosity indifferent to all conventional rules, had yet a rigorous literary standard of her own, and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own tenacious fastidiousness." -Thomas Wentworth Higginson "Not bad... you say this is your first lesson?" "Yes, but my father was an *art collector*, so…"

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