Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

homecoming blues

i hear ya, sweet momma
i hear your beat
as my swamp draggin feet
make their longing trip down

it may take me forever
may be a lonely endeavour
but my feet know no drama
dance their way home to town

(la dee da dee da
da da
la dee da dee da
da da
la dee da deee
lala da da da)

i hear ya, sweet sistah
i follow your beat
don't care for the blister
run home on my feet

(and then we will meet)

la dee da dee da
da da
la dee da dee da
da da
la dee da deee
lala da da da....

(guitar fading...)

can i follow you?
can i follow you
home?

i don't remember
where i left mine

i can't feel it anymore

follow me
follow me home

wherever it finds us
home
will recognize
me
and you

home chaos
sweet tea
& Artaud songs
(it´s not minimalism)
you say that sometimes you feel that it´s OK
only a few words in your fingers tips
the same sometimes happens to me too
I´m still sleepy now
and thinking at the same time
in buses and food

bajan
el idiota
as del mundo
paranoia key of E
mystic child
mad

the cd has changed
(oh, technology!)
my time is over

thank you

i walk
quietly
behind you
now
beside you

i whisper

will
i
know
home?

(repeat 4 times -
change
in
emphasis
each time)

how
will
i know
when
we arrive?

how
will
i
know
home?

i walk
quietly
beside you
now
behind you

home chaos and song

time is over
times begins

is

home will know you

if it's home
it will

Da Casa is open!
24 ours
24 hours

ours is where our hearts are
my hearts right here

come home
come to da casa
that corazon
plaza
where love eradicates fear

for me
from my heart
i thank you
for
the
invitation

but,
for now
i must remain a guest,
sojourner

for me
for now
it is about the journey
for me
for now
it is about the search

the invitation
is a beautiful one,
an important one

but
we
must
know
when to
accept
an invitation
and when
to decline --
even one
from a giving heart

we
must
know
when to
go
and
when to
stay

as the old ones say...
más vale llegar a tiempo que en convidado
más vale llegar a tiempo que ser invitado
it is better to arrive at the right moment than to be invited

so until that moment
i walk on
quietly
behind you
now
beside you
now
behind you
quietly

Key low go,
alone in,
key low go.

Flat on back,
straight,
no eraser.

I believe in you,
adore,
your cannibus smiles,

poetry,
you wrote
in nakedese,

on my soul
last night,
here, today,

in key low go,
alone,
in key low go.

soft whispered song
as she passes
almost too low to know

key low go
o no
key low go

but the eloquent wind
from the sea refreshes

key low go
o
key low go
no

key low go,
you say
no go,
key low go?

you say
sun too up,
for soggy cup,
lap it up?

whip my creme
like a parfait dream,
to a
a love supreme
you say?

okay....

how mellow?
laid back takes on new relax
fingers lose all grip

sweet weekend bistro low
how cool?
when hot baked bread
lingers in a matter of fact corner
knowing that a crisp loaf
can patiently wait

pack a slice for the road
it's time to slink on
key low go
no
key low go

you got the rhythm
and you got that soul
s...s...s...say no go...
s...s...s...say no go...

a little hall & oates
for this key, so low
lower than me when i'm goin' downhill
lower than my ego when my bike takes a spill

but closing time at school makes me high
final exam tonight tho, got the high anxiety
of that last-minute cramming kind
baked potato in the oven
and the house party celebration on my mind

the kids from work are throwin' me a hoe down
to celebrate my NEW DREAM JOB lowdown
monday's my last day at the old place
tuesday's my first day at the new place
gotta learn to be the master of
my own marionnettte
sometime....