Angel over-dosed down the stairs, came back to life and began to tear at everything standing in her way. Homeless priest waving the flag marching up and down the main drag chasing a woman from the old regime. It's just another dirty city scene and the whole thing is totally obscene. I keep an ear to the word on the street but oh, the way the people speak, I can't understand a word they say. They talk of God, country and love but the message it don't come from above. Those people are down right mean, while pretending we are all so clean. The whole thing is totally obscene. A crack whore covered in scabs collapses in front of a taxi-cab praying someone will take her home. But nobody knows the way today. They leave her alone and just walk away, face down in a gutter of steam. It's just another dirty city scene and the whole thing is totally obscene. So, pull your pants up and wipe that smirk off your face, quit acting like you own this place. I have seen you tremble, you are afraid. Don't plead that your powers have gone, you still know your right from your wrong. It's time to wake from this walking dream. I can see through your little scheme, and the whole thing is totally obscene. Yes, I can see through your little scheme and the whole thing is totally obscene.
ALTAR OF GOLD When we crossed that river we were desperatos for sure. We had our six-shooting guns and our jingle-jangle spurs. There weren’t one among us that hadn’t done time. There weren’t one among us without gold on his mind. We rode into Guatalupe without a sound to the church of San Pedro in the centre of town. If I told you our plan your blood would run cold, the altar of the church is made of solid gold. A procession with flowers at high noon, a wedding procession, a bride and a groom. With them angels watching from high above, us desperatos laughed in the face of love. Like a herd of of long-horns we made our stampede, driven by madness and blinded by greed. When the bells tolled I knew I was done, the Padre with the cross he pulled out a gun. The altar shone in the sacred dark, a shot rang out and echoed through my heart. Instead of a wedding, a funeral they had. Things had gone from good to bad. In the square, the Padre blessed this desperato’s dance of death. As I marched where ya can’t come back the sky went dark and the sun went black. I sing this song, from the grave a warning from beyond, your soul to save. When we crossed that river heading back from town those desperatos left me lying on the ground.
CITY OF DREAMS I met you on the Roof of the Roosevelt Hotel. I threw a coin into your wishing well. Took the elevator to penthouse number ten, saw you from the balcony, wanted to be friends. Swimming in the fountain at Washington Square. I didn't recognize you, you had changed your hair. The dealers deal, the children skate, living in the shadow of the Empire State. You walk the line of fearlessness. You cross the line of recklessness. and you fight the line of hopelessness. I want to be part of the scene when we rebuild the City of Dreams. We said goodbye in Puertorican-Chinese. I'm on Eighth Avenue down on my knees. The wail of the siren, the roar of the train, you said goodbye, it'ill never be the same. You walk the line of fearlessness. You cross the line of recklessness. and you fight the line of hopelessness. I want to be part of the scene when we rebuild the City of Dreams. City of Dreams...
WINDS OF CHANGE When the clouds of separation and the winds of change lay low upon the land, hold on tight to the flowers trembling in your hand. Here we go riding that long black bus driving our lives away from us, but I remember our favourite song in my mind we are dancing all night long. Here I go baby thinking about you like a thousand times before. I remember all the fireworks, remember the number on your door. Here we go giving in to the end of time like a flower fading way too soon. We could sing if we had the time, sing a brand new tune. How will it go? We don't really know how our lives will rearrange. We can only use compassion to guide the winds of change. Shadow-boxing the great unknown, when will the lockdown end? Now that I'm all alone I remember when we were friends. We used to laugh, we used to fight we used to talk face to face. Now I wonder what will come to fill this empty space. How will it go? We don't really know how our lives will rearrange. We can only use compassion to guide the winds of change. (repeat)
The rain it fell like a flood. We met in the Glastonbury mud and now I think, I love you. We were high and the stars were low, kissed you in the after-glow and now I know, I love you. You found some flowers and I found some money. We laughed away the hours, it all seemed so funny. We wiped away the tears, we cried away the blood, as we fell in love in the Glastonbury mud. Morning had chased the storm left the tents and banners torn I'm still in love. I asked you, " what's your name?" You just smiled, you don't play those games in the Glastonbury mud. You found some flowers and I found some money. We laughed away the hours, it all seemed so funny. We wiped away the tears, we cried away the blood, as we fell in love in the Glastonbury mud. The music played and the sun went down. Everyone went home but we hung around in the Glastonbury mud. You said there's no such thing as fear and we'd meet again here next year in the Glastonbury mud. As we fell in love in the Glastonbury mud.
Living in the country, here and now, yeah, here and now. Living in the city, here and now, yeah, here and now. Bathing in the river, here and now, yeah, here and now. Meeting on the corner, here and now, yeah, here and now. The wind it blow and it call my name. Said, "You weren't meant to play no games and if your skies they turn grey we come along and blow them away." Living close to nature, da fi wi yeah, da fi wi. Loving one another, that's what we need, that's what we need. Giving love freely, make your life easy. Holding back emotion, put a storm on the ocean. The wind it blow and it call my name. Said, "You weren't meant to play no games and if your skies they turn grey we come along and blow them away." Here and now, yeah, here and now. Da fi wi. Goodnight everybody. May you dream da sweet dream. Goodnight.
HOPE IN MYSTERY I believe there is hope. We are going to have to open ourselves to the mystery of the universe, open our hearts, open our minds. (Whisper) "Open our minds. Our minds" How to be mysterious If you want to be heard, whisper. How to be mysterious... HERE WE GO! I believe there is hope for us in the universe but we are going to have to open up to the mystery that is all around us. Are you ready to open your heart? Are you ready to open your soul? Are you ready to open your mind? Open up your heart, open up your soul. Open up your mind, let's go, go, go! Open up your heart, open up your soul. Open up your mind, let's go, go, go! HERE WE GO! There is hope in mystery. There is hope in mystery. There is hope in mystery. Won't you come along with me? I do believe we can come together and save ourselves and this world we live in. I believe we need to humble ourselves and relearn the great lessons from nature. May your fantasies of today be your realities of tomorrow.
It can be scary out there. Monsters hiding everywhere. When I'm alone in empty places I hear voices and I see faces. Won't you walk me home through the park? Monsters hiding in the dark. Couldn't you stay for just a little while? You know I fell better with your smile.
I'm a lonesome cowboy, lonesome and sad. I lost the best cowgirl a cowboy ever had. She rode away with her big brown eyes like the sun sets in the Western skies. The coyotes howling, howling at the moon. I am crying, baby come home soon.
Picture hanging crooked on the greasy kitchen wall I'd stand up to straighten it, afraid that I might fall. The bottle is almost empty, the light is fading fast. I don't know how much longer all this madness going to last. Don't think about what you won or you lost. Jesus playing 'possum up on the cross. Nothing is as it seems, there is a fire in the sky. No need standing around wondering why. Monkey dancing backward on the banana moon. I'm staggering around in my living room. The band plays underwater, and I am on the ground. Fell over dizzy with the world spinning around. Where you been living, hiding in a cave? I ain't been living, I just rose from the grave. Well, you got the prophet's eyes, and you got the prophet's touch. I know what I know and it ain't too much. I know what I know and it ain't too much! I know what I know and it ain't too much! I know what I know and it ain't too much! I know what I know and it ain't too much!
Someone living in a little glass jar, do you get enough air? Someone living in a little glass jar, how did you find yourself in there? Gotta let the little things go.
Jungle flowers open at night...live on stage...we dream backwards.
Freddie Mac (the mortgage pimp) is back looking for his lovely lady Fannie Mae.
Avant-Funk...This song is to music what the image of the three men is to fashion. *for entertainment purposes only* ENJOY!
Glossolalia vs the silent vow.
The weather changes all the time.
She wore a Cheap Black Raincoat; she broke my heart. La femme fatale. Features the brilliant Ryo Sasaki on horns and the lovely Suzan on vocals.
A little note of affection for one of my favourite silent-movie stars of the 1920's, the "it" girl, Clara Bow.