Joseph, Job, And David - Uncle Reece

I was the only one down at Keeva Dun Who didn't drive a car that wasn't cool enough Just a baby blue parking lot Grand Am Not exactly a magnet for the women Until I hung that surfboard out the back For tips and caddies at the local court The night I mixed both drinks down on the wharf Flirting with the college girls getting my barefoot wet out in the world Fell in love a hundred times Time was mine and life was easy Just like those ocean breezes Cooling off the afternoon Wasn't long underneath the moon We had a beach fire and a pile of wet clothes Laying back watching the skin glow Gotta smile when I think about those tan bod bikini tops So hot, summer job days The end of August came And the crowds went home Beaches deserted and the girls were gone Yeah, I waved goodbye to the time and place And that two lane back to the interstate I look back, I still look back when Time was mine and life was easy Just like those ocean breezes Cooling off the afternoon Wasn't long underneath the moon We had a beach fire and a pile of wet clothes Laying back watching the skin glow Gotta smile when I think about those tan bod bikini tops So hot, summer job days Time was mine and life was easy Just like those ocean breezes Cooling off the afternoon Wasn't long underneath the moon We had a beach fire and a pile of wet clothes Laying back watching the skin glow Gotta smile when I think about those tan bod bikini tops So hot, summer job days Summer job days

Next day, far from home The brothers planned a repulsive crime (Let us grab him now) (Do him in, while we've got the time) This they did, and made the most of it Tore his coat and flung him in pit (Let us leave him here) (All alone and bound to die) When some Ishmaelites A hairy crew, came riding by In a flash, the brothers changed their plan (We need cash, let's sell him if we can) Poor, poor Joseph—whatcha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey—whatcha gonna do? Poor, poor Joseph—whatcha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey—whatcha gonna do? Could you use a slave You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites? Young, strong, well-behaved Going cheap, and he reads and writes In a trice, the dirty deal was done Silver coins for Jacob's favorite son Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with a slave in tow Off to Egypt where Joseph was not keen to go It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell (Oh, and I don't speak Egyptian very well) Joseph's brothers tore his precious multi-colored coat Having ripped it up, they next attacked a passing goat Soon the wretched creature was no more They dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore Oh now, brothers—how low can you stoop? You make a sordid group, hey—how low can you stoop? Poor, poor Joseph—sold to be a slave Situation's grave, hey—sold to be a slave

Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers But what makes us mad Are the things that Joseph tells us of the Dreams he's often had I dreamed that in the fields one day, the corn gave me a sign Your eleven sheaves of corn all turned and bowed to mine My sheaf was quite a sight to see; a golden sheaf and tall Yours were green and second-rate, and really rather small (Small? How dare you!) This is not the kind of thing We brothers like to hear It seems to us that Joseph and his Dreams should disappear I dreamed I saw eleven stars; the sun, and moon and sky Bowing down before my star—it made me wonder why Could it be that I was born for higher things than you? A post in someone's government? A ministry or two... The dreams of our dear brother are The decade's biggest yawn His talk of stars and golden sheaves Is just a load of corn Not only is he tactless but He's also rather dim For there's eleven of us and There's only one of him The dreams, of course, will not come true That is, we think they won't come true That is, we hope they won't come true What if he's right all along? What if he's right all along? The dreams are more than crystal clear The writing on the wall Means that Joseph some day soon Will rise above us all The accuracy of the dreams We brothers do not know But one thing we are sure about The dreamer (dreamer) The dreamer (dreamer) The dreamer (dreamer) The dreamer (dreamer) The dreamer, dreamer, dreamer, dreamer Dreamer has to go!

And Joseph knew by this, his brothers now were honest men The time had come at last to reunite them all again Can't you recognise my face? Is it hard to see? That Joseph, who you thought was dead Your brother—it's me? Joseph, Joseph Is it really true? Joseph, Joseph Is it really you? Joseph! Joseph!

I gave you up Now you're blowin' my phone And I'm not picking up Say you're missing me the most I'm calling your bluff You're only missing me cause I'm not in your bed Know what you're about No I'm not gonna be your toy Now you actin out Yeah, Is this all part of some ploy Cause I've had enough And you're pressed because I'm stuck inside your head Your words sound so sweet when you lie to me I almost believe that you're so naive Say you can't live without me, K Saying I'm all that you need, K Now you begging me not to leave, K I don't believe you baby nah Say you can't live without me, K Saying I'm all that you need, K And you stay begging me not to leave, K I don't believe you baby no I don't believe I don't believe you no You had one too much Say all the things you shouldn't say Wish you would grow up You let whiskey take the blame For all that you've done Don't you get tired of playing all these games Your words sound so sweet when you lie to me I almost believe that you're so naive Say you can't live without me, K Saying I'm all that you need, K Now you begging me not to leave, K I don't believe you baby nah Say you can't live without me, K Saying I'm all that you need, K And you stay begging me not to leave, K I don't believe you baby no

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