LYRICS

'CONSTANCIA' (2013)

BAD SHEPHERD There was a young shepherd who out of boredom and despair Started to grow bitter For his position was not fair He dreamt all through the day of what a hero he’d be someday He‘d let the wolves in He wouldn’t care No one remembers a shepherd’s name He’s got poor vision But no lack of conviction That his story will be told ‘Cause one day he’ll misrule the world If I’m not that good a herdsman That’s because leading sheep is dull A real leader, a tuxed statesman That’s something to impress the circle He’s got poor vision But no lack of conviction That his story will be sold ‘Cause one day he’ll misrule the world

 

PT. CABRILLO Tired no mo na retire Or play in a cover band instead Cover no mo na recover Or be sat in a wheelchair and sing I’m an old man weighing any way Busy dying with a dizzy head Brillo no more no Cabrillo Point at a weed and wheat bay Hours no more nothing hours A sleeping state of mind that’s insane I’m an old man weighing any way Busy dying with a dizzy head And recovery gained I’ll get my share of good life flings

PLAY MESSIAH Wear a uniform or just a hat of any kind Anything will do if it’s ever hard to Find an accessory your granddaddy’s tie Or rabbit ears, a gold chain Baby, I think we’re back in style Take bits of common sense and mix with desire References for easy classifying now add a final touch of sci-fi Baby, I think we’re back in style Play messiah if you can’t play god

CONSTANCIA I don’t expect the good things that are bound to come And I’m always thinking I’m ahead of the worst that seldom happens The flight is safe but for all I know I may explode And again I fear I might be falling, losing all senses How I long for constancia Is it something that hard to get Somewhere far en distancia To reach the state of calm This balance is never stable long And the way things go I’ll never give up seeking peace that never stays How I long for constancia Is it something that hard to get Somewhere far en distancia To reach the state of calm

TOURISM Time doesn’t change you, what will? Fear doesn’t change you, what will? People won’t change you, what will? What are you, pal? A tourist in your own life? Carried in a car, passenger seat Never going far, from what you’ve always been. Angst won’t change you, what will? Music won’t change you, what will? Observation, what will? What are you pal? A tourist in his hometown? Who visits in one hour what his lifetime’s been Never seeing farther than what he’s always seen.

TWO WOUNDED HEARTS What a wounded heart can do to another wounded heart. To love is not to cure of self-loathing Are you trying to save yourself, love? Are you saying you care to carry on? What a wounded pride can do to another wounded pride. Arguing is not a cure for hollowness. And heavy words don’t need to be shouted No heavy words don’t need to be shouted A warm love freed of understanding A warm love freed of understanding

LUKOIE Mr. Sandman brought me a dream It laid before my eyes An undoubtedly perfect scene That took me by surprise Mr. Sandman painted it green With fire in the skies Such a giant power it seemed Was growing from inside And I’m awake I’m awake on a landslide I had to burn it down, before the ancients call I had to burn it down Mr. Sandman up his sleeve Has got tons of replies You can endlessly dream But he won’t look you in the eye And I’m awake I’m awake on a landslide I had to burn it down, before the ancients call I had to burn it down

TORNADOES Bumping my head sick sorrowy cheerleaders wait  They all come for a role in “biggest factory in town” Where they make shooting stars Crossed the candy fields  To the mount of the blurry bees They were all flying down blakean plates in their human hands And I know they’re coming for you and me Talked to them round heads Floating on oil lakes They were all excited about the coming tornadoes And happy as hell  Computing the size of their tortuous minds I gave them a handful of my fluorescent pills So that they could behave And I saw them turning around me Looked down my feet liquefying and I felt fine as we were rolling down To the river bed With my Navajo friends  They were living underwater

PANTOMIME Dreamt of the funeral of a man where people were laughing Painted like mimes and marilyns Fake flowers they were throwing At him in the coffin that reads Lay a smile on me please From behind a bush an angry man In a long black gown said To all of you clowns and dull women Nothing’s sacred To what the merry choir Laughed only louder To what the merry choir Laughed only louder When I drew close to listen in To the plan of the burier Never cry down nor give up The toil of laughter That’s what it takes my friends To save the soul of a man That’s what it takes my friends To save the soul of a man

FORGETTER Among the people I have met in the course of the day You’re telling me I can relate to all these strangers I don’t get what you want me to say Are you mother, kin, or daughter to me? Someone please call the police They fed me on pills but pain I never felt They locked me upstairs Come help me please I don’t remember my name Among the things I may forget at the end of the day You keep that in mind If I can’t get my feet back on the ground And I have to stay that way You honey, kin , and daughter, I’m leaving Someone please call the police They fed me on pills but pain I never felt They locked me upstairs Come help me please I don’t remember my name I remember my name, I remember my name, I remember my name.

PATIENCE Don’t want to hurry the harvest And make nothing out of something I strived to sort out doubts And now I’m digging for excuses Oh time, for a cave dweller like me is moist I’m used to it Most of the time, for a cave dweller like me is lost Oh sweet inertia I taught myself how to be patient Now I’m overwhelmed by choices Could ask myself a million questions And forget you’re part of the providence Oh time, for a cave dweller like me is moist I’m used to it Most of the time, for a cave dweller like me is lost Oh sweet inertia

'DIVISADORA' EP (2011)

BAD SHEPHERD There was a young shepherd who out of boredom and despair Started to grow bitter For his position was not fair He dreamt all through the day of what a hero he’d be someday  He‘d let the wolves in  He wouldn’t care  No one remembers a shepherd’s name  He’s got poor vision But no lack of conviction  That his story will be told ‘Cause one day he’ll misrule the world  If I’m not that good a herdsman That’s because leading sheep is dull A real leader, a tuxed statesman That’s something to impress the circle  He’s got poor vision But no lack of conviction That his story will be sold ‘Cause one day  he’ll misrule the world

BLANKETS I was sitting quiet at the dock end Retrieving thoughts and schemes from the surface of water Before they swell the clouds and rain all over me again  As I took a look at my wristwatch It immediately turned into a wildcat That tobermoried back: “It’s always fun not knowing” I wonder what they’ll make of it When they toss a blanket on the pit I wonder what they’ll make of us  When they toss a blanket on the fuss  You twisted words to convince fellows Now you twist the meaning so as it fits your words We may all surrender  and get used to being followed by our leaders I wonder what they’ll make of it When they toss a blanket on the pit If you meet the wasted angels weeping Tell ‘em not to worry The west wind will burn everything I wonder what they’ll make of it  When they toss a blanket on the pit I wonder what they’ll make of us When they toss a blanket on the fuss  

HUNGER I wait for the right moment and leave all things undone In love every now and then My lover’s already long gone And I bet you're here to stay Now that I have to go away I never play the lottery I'm too afraid to win Comfort's what you want Hunger's what you need If I am greedy and you're greedy then we're only together in need I got me brand new plans I even got them in print Then I slept a whole day a whole night Till some bad dreams bite me next dawn  Indeed, a little decay  As a remedy for the sway  

TORNADOES Bumping my head sick sorrowy cheerleaders wait  They all come for a role in “biggest factory in town” Where they make shooting stars Crossed the candy fields  To the mount of the blurry bees They were all flying down blakean plates in their human hands And I know they’re coming for you and me Talked to them round heads Floating on oil lakes They were all excited about the coming tornadoes And happy as hell  Computing the size of their tortuous minds I gave them a handful of my fluorescent pills So that they could behave And I saw them turning around me Looked down my feet liquefying and I felt fine as we were rolling down To the river bed With my Navajo friends  They were living underwater

OIL ! I dug a hole In the backyard Of my crumbling old house I found oil and I’m now My neighbors’ new best pal  And I’m fine with it  The thing baked  For a million years Under the ground I’m roaming here I live seventy or eighty years  And I’m the one who the treasure seizes  What luck that is  I can’t believe it either But I came to think I deserve it all right The son of a farmer and a gypsy healer I was made to reach for the stars What a noble fate that is  

SILT Drawing with your fingers in immaculate sand Faces of happy children pouring from your hands The sun has smiled as it lit your faded tan The tide is shy enough, enough to leave the kids behind Here comes our end under the sun Look all around Have this waited for you to come? Stay here and now that everywhere is home You’ll feel happy to be sad, eager to be silt Stare at the trees swaying on top of the hills While the foaming water’s reaching your bony feet A cold breeze blowing, murmur of the hovering end The sun is down enough, enough to take us for the sand Here comes our end under the sun Look all around Will this stop to grow when you’re gone? Stay here and now that everywhere is home You’ll feel happy to be sad, eager to be silt