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Santa Rosa
04:17
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My baby’s hungry, her daddy is poor
This man wants my money, he came from Baltimore
Santa Rosa can’t you feed your children?
From the east coast to the west they come
Your poor, your tired, huddled masses yearning
To breathe the freedom of the land of the sun
Santa Rosa, Santa Rosa
My baby’s hungry, her daddy is poor
Children in the street, who their daddies ignore
Santa Rosa, don’t you know your children?
Or did you bear them only in a dream?
They spend your money, smoke away the sadness
They need a handout when it’s time to eat
Santa Rosa, such a natural beauty
Your fertile bosom could feed a flock
In the land of milk and honey,
somehow there is no more
Santa Rosa, patron saint of Lima
Reincarnate you could turn the tide
May your memory give the faintest glimmer
Those who share your name could share your light
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Could You Wait?
05:05
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I’d fall for you, but there’s no place left to fall
You’re on your feet and all I can do is crawl
I could never ask you to dance
when the sky falls down on me
I just hope you’re there on the day that I stand tall
Could you wait for me? Could you let things be?
Could you be my friend? Love me in the end?
Your blue eyes have cried their share of tears
And your angel heart has known the deepest fear
So let me say this, let me be as clear as I can be
You’re someone I could trust to hold me near
You were in my dreams
in the days when I still dreamed
Sowing peace together on the battlefield
But I lost my way, thought alone I could redeem
the one I loved
Now I’m crawling back,
could you help me to believe?
I know you’ve waited all your life,
to make somebody happy be his wife
I can’t believe you want to be mine
enough to give your precious time
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Life of the Party
05:04
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Friends and strangers come together,
seeking solace, laughter, life
They gather round a common table,
where mine is yours and yours is mine
Everyone comes empty, hungry,
the host has plenty of food and wine
The life of the party has plenty of wine
The celebration turns to frenzy,
the food and drink are going fast
Some women worry while the others grumble,
tiny sips will make it last
The thirsty clamor for a quenching,
first in line they won’t be passed
Empty bottles line the tables,
the vestiges of vineyard’s yield
The people fear the party’s ending,
the grapes have left the gardener’s field
But in he walks with barrels bulging,
can’t understand the power he wields
The fruit of the vine is yours and its mine
his barrels of wine, they never decline
This fermented fruit gives freedom
How can it be that death gives life?
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The Bullfrog
04:05
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A bullfrog wants a girl frog to notice him
All the bullfrogs want the girl frogs to notice them
The bullfrog finds a culvert beneath the road
The bullfrog sings his love song
through his microphone
He sings, “This is a song about a girl.”
I got a guitar on my shoulder, don’t I look fine?
If I sang to you what I can’t say,
could I make you mine?
If I told you she denied my love,
and I drank myself to sleep,
She never listened to my song,
would you have some pity on me?
When I look into her eyes, I sing silence
The ocean calms my mind, I sing silence
And words cannot describe, silence
This is a song about a girl.
She deserves a better song
The bullfrog sings his love song
through his microphone
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Piano Queen
03:42
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You sit there painting your fingernails,
on those bare and silky knees
Honey, I’m your leg man,
and yours’ll bring to my knees
But other legs are on my mind, two little pair, tonight
They’re runnin’ daddy ragged, I’ll sit if it’s all right
Strike up a conversation,
you teach kids to play the keys
You’re just what I’ve been looking for,
piano-playing queen
You write your number on my skin,
your left hand holds my own
Do you notice there’s no ring?
Is this daddy all alone?
You’ve got a gig, I’m in the way,
I’ll call you, so I say
Tell me, will this all make sense
in tomorrow’s light of day?
Let us not forget, ma’am,
you teach kids to play the keys
You’re just what I’ve been looking for,
piano-playing queen
You see me standing at the bar,
remind me of your number
Those legs take you into the night,
at least they’ve got each other
Shall I call your number? Shall we set a date?
And once you teach my girl,
have we got other plans to make?
Shall I rob the cradle? Steal candy from my baby?
Have we broken all the rules?
Well, darlin’, I think maybe
Let us not forget, ma’am,
you teach kids to play the keys
You’re just what I’ve been looking for,
piano-playing queen
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Those Curves
04:25
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The road swings left, the road swings right
It dances oh so gracefully in the direction of the light
It dips down low, into the valley no one knows
It reaches to the mountains high, where no mountaineer did ever go
Ooh, I wanna hug those curves,
spin me in circle, twirl
Ooh, I wanna hug those curves,
wander round the great big world
On tiptoes as we climb the heights,
need wheels that grip on lonely nights
Only the road knows where it goes,
it spins away, loses control
You wanna kiss I can’t say no,
and then you whisper, “I don’t know.”
You make me laugh when I am low,
my letters they remain unopened
Combustion makes my heart’s blood flow,
vacation plans we never go
You move my feet, I fear to go,
with moves that keep me on my toes
I find the dreams lost long ago,
but daughter’s still bear mother’s woes
A ballerina on a tightrope,
walking where she doesn’t know
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Paris
04:26
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On my way to Paris, I lean in for a drink
A payphone rings and no one answers;
could it be for me?
I let it ring and silence falls; I look around the crowd
Did they see me miss my chance
when the bells of fate rang loud?
Paris is for lovers, and I’m all alone
Don’t even know what I would say
if I picked up the phone
I just know if you were here
then this would be my home
‘Cause Paris is for lovers, and I’m all alone
I land in France and pretty girls are
everywhere I turn
But if there’s something true of love
in 30 years I’ve learned
It's pretty faces aren’t enough
to keep a smile on mine
I need a girl to laugh with me
and hold me when I cry
Paris is for lovers; Paris is for love
Next time I go to Paris, I will not be alone
We’ll go together, you and me,
to the city made for love
The pretty faces, painted, real,
will blur like city lights
And yours alone will shine so clear,
to light my starry nights
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Trouble
03:51
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There's trouble, trouble,
etched upon my face
Some subtle, sculptor
Has melancholy traced
In furrows, furrows
Innocence gone, erased
And trouble, trouble
Has occupied its place
But you reach out your hand
And wipe away
the lines above my eyes
There’s trouble, trouble
Brewing deep inside
It bubbles, bubbles
Around my narrow eyes
Running, running
Streaking, leaving lines
This trouble, trouble
It pours, the tears I cry
But you let out a laugh
And smile away
the lines above my eyes
Cosmetic counter cures
Can repair my skin
Your medicine can heal
The trouble deep within
when your reach out your hands
And wipe away
the lines above my eyes
Another lover
might leave me in the mire
But you trouble, trouble
To make me live my life
The days pass by
We wile away
The lines above my eyes
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
To these lines, these lines,
these lines above my eyes
You reach out your hand,
And wipe away the line above my eyes
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Like A Brother
04:27
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Like you were my brother,
you lend me your hand
If I was your brother, maybe I’d understand
We pass like we’re strangers,
you want something more
I know there’s no danger,
but can’t walk through that door
When we were young, we sang just like angels
Maybe someday we’ll sing together again
She runs when she sees you,
it’s not what you think
Can’t know how it hurts you,
she ain’t lived in your skin
When you were my lover,
you held out your hand
Your heart was somewhere other,
I never could understand
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Lullaby, Butterfly
03:03
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Sleep, sleeping chrysalis,
sun’s gonna rise up
Sleep now, butterfly,
soon you gotta rise up
The light that makes the flowers rise
Will shine upon your colors bright
The wings that bring you to the sky
Will lift our eyes to God on high
Sleep, sleep
Fly high, sky queen,
don’t let ‘em pin you down
Fly high, butterfly,
ride the wind, spin around
Fly high, fly high
Butterfly flutters by, flutter, my butterfly
Hush now butterfly, quiet, my butterfly
Lullaby, butterfly
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