this song describes my trip to the BVI
island time
island time
island time
not a form of measurement, it's a state of mind.
i go down to the isle of tortola, the service here don't get no slowa.
the people here say 'man, hold your bladder,' here in the islands time does not matter. i said ok, could i have some conch fritters [we ate those. not very good]. not to worry mon, just don't get dee jitters. an hour later, i was still there sittin. island time, i was not smitten.
island time
island time
island time
not a form of measurement, it's a state of mind.
back on the conky joe, we hoist the sails. put up our feet and suck down some ales. i used to be a type-A real go-getter, but now island time is looking better. so we put on the mask and we go snorkel. and i don't wanna sound like no yokel, but i saw more beauty than i'd ever seen. now island time is looking mighty keen.
island time
island time
island time
island time
*guitar solo
at night we set right in to cane garden bay [this is where we stayed]. we had sat and swam and drank all day. but after a shower, a pina colada, and some dinner, island time is looking like a winner. i played my guitar down at quito's gazebo [this was across the road from our villas!], played jimmy buffet 'cause he is my hero. tourists and natives they pulled the plug man, island time is rubbing right off on me.
island time
island time
island time
not a form of measurement, it's a state of mind.
island time might move kinda slow. it's not for those who want to go go go. it's for those who want to lay and play on the sunny beach all day. next day we sailed across to jost van dyke [yep, we did that]. a laid back island that i really like. BVI mosquitos have bitten me good [you should see emma's legs], now island time is running in my blood!
island time
island time
island time
not a form of measurement, it's a state of mind.
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i'll post some photos and more details soon!
posted by psmee @ 4:59 PM
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