“Beautiful Day”
Ziggy Marley

Take a look into the sky
‘Cause the world is not so pretty
Free myself from worries
So I can see
It’s just a beautiful day
It’s just a beautiful day

You could be sad
But I rather you not be
Don’t dwell on the negative
Just the positivity
And it’s a beautiful day
It’s just a beautiful day

We’re always trying to satisfy these wants and needs
Take you some time for that inner peace
When your eyes are open
You’ll see things differently
There’s so much gloom
Hiding the reality
It’s just a beautiful day
Yeah, It’s just a beautiful day

Take a look into the sky
Wake up
Take a look into the sky
Keep your head up high
Take a look into the sky

I take a look into the sky
‘Cause the world is not so pretty
Free myself from worries
So I can see
It’s just a beautiful day

I could be sad
But you rather me not be
Don’t dwell on the negative just the positivity
And It’s a beautiful day
And It’s a beautiful day

We’re always trying to satisfy these wants and needs
Take you some time for that inner peace
When our eyes are open
We’ll see things differently
There’s so much gloom
Hiding the reality
It’s just a beautiful day
A beautiful day

Take a look into the sky
Wake up
Take a look into the sky
Look in the sky
Keep your head up high

It’s just a beautiful day
I know it’s a beautiful day
It’s just a beautiful day
I know it’s a beautiful day
No one can take that away
It’s just a beautiful day
I know it’s a beautiful day
Don’t you feel no way
It’s just a beautiful day

When I was in college, and going regularly to Miami Hurricanes games in the Orange Bowl with half my family, I got onto a reggae kick that included, of course, Bob Marley, Ziggy Marley and several others. Miami is so tropical and so buzzing with life — it’s not always pretty, and I know about the crime and the poverty, but it’s nothing if not a genuine melting pot, and I’ve always enjoyed the short visits. (Really, I’d love an excuse to go there more often, but that drive’s a pain in the ass.) It didn’t hurt that one of Bob Marley’s many sons, Rohan, was a linebacker for the ‘Canes, and they’d play classic stuff like “Jammin’ ” in the OB during pregame warm-ups.

Back in October, rooting through my CD collection to find more stuff I could add to my iTunes at work, I came across one of my Ziggy Marley CDs and the Bob Marley “Legend” CD. I took them to work and started listening, and it felt sooooo good — man, I forgot there was a reason I had gotten so into that stuff. Even when they sing about poverty or oppression, they always sound so hopeful. The lyrics always seem to carry a nice warm breeze, making you want to just smile and tilt your face to the sun. I e-mailed Mikey from work and told him I had found the CDs and how great it was to listen to them again, and he responded that he’d love to have copies. Then I forgot, and I guess he did too. I never made him copies. I don’t feel guilty, exactly, but I sure wish that I’d done that for him.

Having maxed out on Tori Amos and Dido — because you can only drag yourself through emotional mud puddles for so many days at a time before you have to clean off a bit — I fired up some Ziggy this afternoon and came upon this one. I’ve never listened real closely to this CD. I don’t even remember what it’s called. But I paid attention to this one today and felt my nervous system kick back and go “ahhhhhhh.” …Hell yeah.

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