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Changing Channels Lyrics
Girl of a thousand faces
From a long line of basket cases
Daughter of a fourtune teller
Oh the lovely Isabella
CHORUS
She's changing channels
Stayin' on her toes
She's just changing channels
As she goes
This place is full of beachhead sailors
Fishermen and old retailers
Simple lives are so deep seated
And history always gets repeated
Some folks see a birds eye view
Others haven't got a clue
Some will go and some will stay
It doesn't matter anyway
CHORUS
They are changing channels
Crazy girls and boys
They'll be changing channels
Changing toys
From a long line of basket cases
Daughter of a fourtune teller
Oh the lovely Isabella
Stayin' on her toes
She's just changing channels
As she goes
Fishermen and old retailers
Simple lives are so deep seated
And history always gets repeated
Some folks see a birds eye view
Others haven't got a clue
Some will go and some will stay
It doesn't matter anyway
Crazy girls and boys
They'll be changing channels
Changing toys
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After "it doesn't matter anyway" the song actually ends with these verses and this chorus
Survivors of tidal waves Children of farmers slaves Strange how they all behave Like it's another world
There's an island in the ocean Where the people stay in motion Somewhere on the old gulf stream Do they live, did I dream? They were changin channels Waitin for the sails to fill They'll be changing channels Always will They'll be changing channels Waitin for the sails to fill They'll be changing channels Always will
This song is probably one of the most beautiful songs out there.
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The meaning is rather straightforward, at least on one level.
Its about the timelessness of island life. Small islands untouched by the outside world. Although it could be about any small town.
This song to me is clearly a tribute to the women of the Caribbean Islands having their roots in Africa and about their being dragged so to speak for generations from their African home up thru the Caribbean, the Gulf of Mexico right into the city of New Orleans (dragged by the slave trade). This song comes to life so much to me when I am in NOLA. I live about 2.5 hours from NOLA and when I am there you see these gorgeous mocha ladies with a pedigree like a delicious gumbo of Spanish, French, African and so on. I think of this song and it hits me in the stomach thinking of the lives, religion and struggles of their great great grandmothers. Here's to ALL you beautiful Creole women of New Orleans. TO CREOLE QUEENS. What an interesting heritage!!!!!