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Tranquilo (Intro)
01:20
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Moonwalker
04:53
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People wake, they wake they rise turn their eyes to a new day.
But they do not realize they’re living like it’s yesterday.
There has been no compromise.
No belief has been reformed.
Still clutching to alibis, clutching to alibis and
Small talk from small minds.
Small accusation, big divide.
You’re the moonwalker, you decide
Gonna step for man or leap for mankind.
In this calm before the storm every day a hot pursuit.
No time to pause to yawn, got far too much to do.
Yes the house is breaking down... (Yes the house is breaking down) but we cannot see the cracks
Too busy with the crown, too busy with the crown, and
Small talk from small minds.
Small accusation, big divide.
You’re the moonwalker, you decide
Gonna step for man or leap for mankind.
Small talk from small minds.
Small accusation, big divide.
You’re the moonwalker, you decide
Gonna step for man or leap for mankind.
How easy it is
to make a man forget
what he really is
and what he must protect.
It isn’t all the things,
it’s the borders of his heart
or that smallness gon’ tear him apart
All that
Small talk from small minds.
Small accusation, big divide.
You’re the moonwalker, you decide
Gonna step for man or leap for mankind.
Small talk from small minds.
Small accusation, big divide.
You’re the moonwalker, you decide
Gonna step for man or leap for mankind.
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3. |
Lucky Son of a Gun
03:40
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He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky. lucky son of a gun.
Watch him run, watch him run.
In the dead of night, he came speeding into town.
He was invisible to every copper hanging around.
Burning 85, turning a three-sided coin in the knuckle of his left hand.
He wasn't looking for blood, wasn't looking for trouble,
just a 5-card stud and a pot to double that twenty grand.
He wasn't good, but he wasn't that bad,
Had nothing to do with that.
He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky. lucky son of a gun.
Watch him run, watch him run.
In no time flat, he had cleaned those mothers out.
Took his money and walked before heads got hot and it went south.
But he stopped in his tracks when he got back to his midnight black ol’ cadillac coupe deville.
Right before his eyes did materialize a man with deck of cards and a plan from hell.
He said you got that fortune that I need
So we're gonna play for keeps.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
And ya’ better not run.
(x2)
Smoke circled around as the demon dealt the cards.
The chips piled up, boy kept his cool and never dropped his guard.
Demon grinned, sure of his win as he showed his hand and let 4 bullets ring.
But the demon wasn't ready for the reckoning of a straight flush with a suicide king.
He said alright fortune child, I guess you win
Until we meet again.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
Watch you run, watch you run.
He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky. lucky son of a gun.
Watch him run, watch him run.
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4. |
Get on Home
03:26
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Got a chill in the air,
a chill in my bones,
and no good reason to feel alone.
There's a presence of change,
shadow of doubt,
and too many choices I could do without.
No I, never know, was it me or the world caught up in the push & shove?
All I know is if cynical become comfortable, better get on home to love.
Got a song in my heart
but it's playing too low,
These little ghost notes, catch ‘em as they come and they go.
There’s a soul in my mind
She's free as the wind.
I want to be her reflection not her antonym.
No I never know, was it me all along stacking these sticks in the mud?
All I know is if cynical become comfortable, better get on home to love.
Oooh a piece of my mind, a piece at a time
Never know - is it me or the world
caught up in the push & shove?
All I know is if cynical become comfortable
Better get on home to love.
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5. |
The Point
03:11
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Mixin’ my emotions like a cocktail.
I know it gonna get me higher than that hawk tail will.
Shake it up, shoot it down, down, down.
Here’s a ticket to the crackpot carousel.
A no expense paid trip to a zero star hotel.
Mix it up, break it down, down, down.
Chit-chit-chatter, I’m the mad hatter king.
The spirals in my eyes, well they point to everything, and nothing at all, that’s the point after all.
Nothing at all, that’s the point after all.
I got fifty miles to go to get to nowhere.
I call my compass cactus, she might stick me anywhere.
Take a trip, take a pound, pound, pound.
Said I like my reality with sugar and cream
a touch of forbidden fruit and it taste like a dream. Warm it up, come around, round, round.
Chit-chit-chatter, I’m the mad hatter king.
The spirals in my eyes, well they point to everything, and nothing at all, that’s the point after all.
Nothing at all, that’s the point after all.
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6. |
Raven's Song
03:31
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Kiss the scholar as he read my mind, sure been nice to know ya’.
Let me loose into the midnight sky; don't it go to show ya?
What's not mine is the easiest to find
Oh looky looky here.
Silver and gold, more than a man could hold, at the bottom of your fear
Lose myself inside a fine weyrwood oh it look right through me.
Leaves a'changing like my appetite; don't the hunger soothe me?
What's not mine is the easiest to find
Oh looky looky here.
Shadows and glass all are broken, but alas,
we will shed not any tears.
Oh the harbingers are coming in
hail to Thought and Memory.
Lifting secrets from the hearts of men; don't the shoe just fit me?
What's not mine is the easiest to find
Oh looky looky here
Feathers and lead, neatly piled in your head;
It's the dirty work, my dear.
Oh what's not mine is the easiest to find
Oh looky looky here,
looky looky looky here.
Shadows and glass all are broken, but alas, we will shed not any tears.
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7. |
Devil's Rope
03:35
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Devil's rope,
holy soap,
cross your heart and hope to hope. Beautiful sin,
shameful grace,
meet your maker face to face. Rabbit’s foot,
coal black cat,
Light a candle, cut the fat. Incantations, chanting deep,
in the spirit world, talk ain't cheap. Say,
Glory, glory hallelujah.
Man must make his peace with death and it’s a, matter of linguistics.
Talking 'til my soul can rest.
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8. |
Wicked Love
03:52
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He had a walk like cinnamon,
just enough spice to make it sweet as sin.
He was on the hunt, had the want in his eyes, he wasn't ‘bout to wait for a full moon night, no.
She had an eye for a soul that had the shine.
He had a bioluminescence that she couldn't define. Twisted her up with that ugly pretty face, something in the dark that she wanted to taste.
A strange affair just pulled in
and there's nothing you can do now, it’s coming over you now.
Got that spell in the air, breathe it in,
the fire is for you now, let it do what it do now. When you're addicted to a wicked love, hold on
Oh oh oh oh oh (x2) a wicked little love song.
Oh oh oh oh oh (x2) ohh a wicked little love song.
Eyes are locking in a sea of bodies rockin
at that foggy little juke joint up the hill.
Ba-dump bump bump goes the devious thump and nobody's leaving if looks can kill.
A strange affair just pulled in
and there's nothing you can do now, it’s coming over you now.
Got that spell in the air, breathe it in,
the fire is for you now, let it do what it do now.
When you're addicted to a wicked love, hold on
Oh oh oh oh ohhh ohh a wicked little love song
Oh oh oh oh ohhh ohh a wicked little love song
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9. |
Heaven Can Wait
03:11
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Come home to your paint-freckled face,
little bits of clutter piled all over the place.
Pour a healthy cup of your cheap cabernet and spill a drop or two.
Kitchen's a wreck, garlic & onion in the air.
You know I got a thing for that raggamuffin hair.
Give you room to work, but it just ain't fair, gotta put my hands on you
Outside the world is hustling on
Know I should care, but I'm too far gone
Heaven can wait, so can everybody else
I got nothing but time, nothing but time.
Filling my days with your perfect imperfection
Flawed and fine, and all mine.
Signs say keep out, and you waltz right past 'em, cause you
love some adventure and a little trespassin’,
yes you follow the rules till they don't make sense
and then you push on thru
Outside they love what's spotless and pure.
Me, I find it pretty when it's gritty & obscure.
Heaven can wait, so can everybody else
I got nothing but time, nothing but time.
Filling my days with your perfect imperfection
Flawed and fine, and all mine.
Heaven can wait, so can everybody else
I got nothing but time, nothing but time.
Filling my days with your perfect imperfection Flawed and fine, and all mine.
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Up ahead, after all this time there's a light.
It's not just in my head, imagine that.
It's right there in plain sight.
There's no way I could have known it would come,
had to trust and carry on.
Through faded, foggy days, a hapless stormy haze
I had to fight.
Sail on, with or without wind
Sail on, with or without an end in sight
Sail on, through your darkest night
Cause you can fight the sea or you can breathe, and sail on
It's not my natural way to lay down in the middle of a squall.
No, I clench my fists and resist the rain,
I resist it all.
See naturally what comes to me
may not be what I need to move ahead, move on.
I make over my mind, look inside, trust the tides,
bless the odyssey I'm on
Sail on, with or without wind
Sail on, with or without an end in sight
Sail on, through the darkest night
You can fight the sea or you can breathe, And sail on
I've been unsteady at best
But you're gonna make a sailor of me yet
Sail on, with or without wind
Sail on, with or without an end in sight
Sail on, through the darkest night
You can fight the sea or you can breathe, And sail on
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11. |
Half Mile Down
02:26
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A half mile down at the corner spot
they got this thing, it’s called the doo wop.
People keep it alive with the clap of their hands And if you haven't heard you wouldn't understand
It goes doo wop doo wop doo wop doowop doo wop doo wop doo wop shangalangalangalang
It's on the streets at the traffic light.
It's on the creep, coming out at night.
It's in your head when you catch the beat. You gotta doo wop-wa,
keep time with your feet, say
Doowop doo wop doo wop
doo wop doo wop doo wop doo wop shangalangalangalang
Every man is searching for his song, you know it sound like his heartbeat. The rhythm is ringing loud and long where the spirit and the stars meet.
Doowop doo wop doo wop
doowop doo wop doo wop doo wop shangalangalangalang
A half mile down
At the corner spot They got this thing Called the doo wop
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Bekah Kelso San Antonio, Texas
Take one part bohemian and one part brass knuckles, stir in some wanderlust, simmer at 100° in Texas weather for 30 something years. Remove from heat and let chill. Serve Bekah Kelso with a folk-hop twist, relax and enjoy.
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