Paul Sanchez - lyrics

Be A Threadhead

paul sanchez

music lovin', Fest goin'

come on be a Threadhead

totem flying. crawfish eatin',

come on be a Threadhead

clap your hands, second line, it's so fine

having a Threadhead state of mind

Patry goin', good times flowin'

come on be a Threadhead

no sleepin', board postin'

come on be a Threadhead

butt shaking, bar hoppin',

come on be a Threadhead

slinging beers at Lena C's, dancing with the band,

jello shots Barry's brownies

hat wearin', bread donatin'

come on be a Threadhead

Frenchmen rolling, Rock n' Bowlin'

come on be a Threadhead

lagniappe totin', meet at the show and

come on be a Threadhead

here's some love from me to youse

at the kids cafe dancing with the Zulus

music lovin', Fest goin',

come on be a Threadhead

Foot Of Canal Street

john boutte'/paul sanchez

verse

Don't waste you time being angry

when a moment's better with a smile

if you feel you're time's been wasted

waste it here a while

standing at that bus stop just across from Krausse

waiting for the driver

to take me to my heavenly house

chorus

I'll see you there

at the foot of Canal Street

what will you wear

at the foot of canal street

will the band be playing

at the foot of Canal Street

what will the people be saying

at the foot of Canal Street

does your father lie there does your mother pray there

I'm going to put on my golden crown

at the foot of Canal Street

verse

when the levee banks have over flowed

and the street car has seen it's day

when all is gone the plantations

the Treme' and the Vieux Carre'

I'll be swinging to that music

way up on higher ground

where Pops is blowing "Walk On"

with Gabriel making sacred sounds

chorus

I'll see you there

at the foot of Canal Street

what will you wear

at the foot of canal street

will the band be playing

at the foot of Canal Street

what will the people be saying

at the foot of Canal Street

does your father lie there does your mother pray there

I'm going to put on my golden crown

at the foot of Canal Street

Stew Called New Orleans

john boutte' paul sanchez

V E R S E :

come check out the scene see what I mean

'bout this stew called New Orleans

it's a gumbo pot for sure

it is and it ain't and it's so much more

now don't take a pass it could be a gas

this stew called New Orleans

from the very young to the very old

it's the town where the good times roll

C H O R U S :

this stew called New Orleans

don't forget to bring your greens

to this stew called New Orleans

V E R S E :

now I'm not the first and I won't be the last

to say or to have it said

I'm New Orleans born New Orleans bred

and when I die I'll be New Orleans dead

if I do and you sould here the news

don't waste any time

find the Eureka Brass Band

Mr. Ferbos on horn on horn

and take me to a second line

C H O R U S :

in this stew called New Orleans

don't forget to bring your greens

to this stew called New Orleans

Stew Called New Orleans

V E R S E :

come check out the scene see what I mean

'bout this stew called New Orleans

there's a place where we can meet

like the song says on Frenchmen Street

and if the groove behooves you to move

don't waste any time

find the Hot 8 Brass Band

Shamarr on horn

and get to a second line

maybe Leroy Jones

Shorty and his trombone

will take you to a second line

see if Matt Perrine or Mr. Craigory Klein

will take you to a second line

even if there's heat Glenn David is fine

to take you to a second line

C H O R U S :

this stew called New Orleans

don't forget to bring your greens

to this stew called New Orleans

Door Poppin'

john boutte', vance vaucresson, paul sanchez

chorus:

hey now door poppin'

my big sister can't stop gossipping

hey now door poppin'

mama's gonna get you

and it's your ass for sure

verse:

my big sister

the hey now door poppin queen

always got her face pressed

up against the front door screen

Nettie the fellas and the whole Treme

wave back at my sister

when she say hey now

chorus:

hey now door poppin'

my big sister can't stop gossipping

hey now door poppin'

mama's gonna get you

and it's your ass for sure

verse:

sticking her two cents in

and running her mouth

always got to know what everybody's business be about

she and miss Heno and Mamou

peeking out the shutters

straight at you now

chorus:

hey now door poppin'

my big sister can't stop gossipping

hey now door poppin'

mama's gonna get you

and it's your ass for sure

bridge:

my ma mere ti na

with her movaison

making ma chou ca

over fresh ton ton

chorus:

hey now door poppin'

my big sister can't stop gossipping

hey now door poppin'

mama's gonna get you

and it's your ass for sure

Exit To Mystery Street

colman dekay, paul sanchez

fell into a dive bar down by the wharf

on piano was Rex the belligerent dwarf

singing a sad song about love gone wrong

between a woman and a man that came up to her thong

It was ninety degrees

and I had goose bumps all over me

is this the land of the undead

or an anti-social deep freeze

searching for salvation

in a nation that don't respect location

exit to Mystery Street

or have I been mislead

exit to Mystery Street

was it something I ate or something I said

there's a beautiful blonde

with a hand full of shrooms

sparks flying from her hair smoke pouring from her broom

I said which are you a witch or a wonder

she kissed me so hard

that my hard heart thundered

she took me back to

what she called home

a four poster bed and a lightening storm

we made love a little but that diddle

put me right in the middle

exit to Mystery Street

I didn't catch your name

exit to Mystery Street

forget the shame the blame is the same

bridge:

she wasn't fooling around

and I wasn't playing no game

we went at it so hard

that tree in the yard split in half when we

woke up in the morning

with an aching head

I was lying on the floor

no more four poster bed

saw I was naked wearing just my watch

with a wilted banana leaf

covering my crotch

brain started snapping saying

none of it had happened

but that broomstick in the corner

just keeps looking at me laughing

exit to Mystery Street

or have I been mislead

exit to Mystery Street

was it something I ate or something I said

on Mystery Street

it all happened on Mystery Street

I read it and that's what the sign said

Johnny and His June

mary lasseigne, shelly sanchez, paul sanchez

driving from Atlanta

where I just left a friend

I won't stop for nothing

til we reach Manhattan

when we get there

we'll go to Tompkins Square

outside Sophie's door

we'll stand there grinning til she lets us in

then we'll all get drunk some more

chorus:

and it's one for Johnny Cash

two for having fun

three because you don't mind me

four in case they lock the door

five times round the ring of fire

six we miss our June

seven is heaven

and the pearly gate's eight

nine ten I'm late

we got lost in Tampa

when I missed the point

I couldn't find my baby

stuck inside the joint

found myself the nearest bar

where less is more to me

ordered rounds til Ricky went down

paid her bail and set her free

chorus:

and it's one for Johnny Cash

two for having fun

three because you don't mind me

four in case they lock the door

five times round the ring of fire

six we miss our June

seven is heaven

and the pearly gate's eight

nine ten I'm late

back in Louisiana I never felt so free

twenty-two hours of highway

put the sunshine state behind me

when we get home we're gonna be alone

and dance to a private tune

then we'll go out and face the world

like Johnny and his June

chorus:

and it's one for Johnny Cash

two for having fun

three because you don't mind me

four in case they lock the door

five times round the ring of fire

six we miss our June

seven is heaven

and the pearly gate's eight

nine ten I'm late

seven is heaven

and the pearly gate's eight

nine ten I'm late seven is heaven

and the pearly gate's eight

nine ten I'm late

Sedation

paul sanchez, dave pirner

I just called to say every thing's been blown away

and I spend all my time here in sedation

never deal with fear now and then one single tear

and then I change my ways and go sedation

and when I find myself alone

I wander to the telephone and ask my pharmacist for medication

sedation sedation

I turn on the news even Katie Couric's got the blues

and looks like she could use sedation

really it's okay it's only time I'd waste away

instead I'll waste a day here in sedation

but when I turn off my t.v.

the sky outside's still blue to me

so blue it looks like an halluecination

sedation, let's go sedation sedation sedation

bridge:

we might even save the nation with

sedation oh man

na na na na na na na na na na na na

na na na na na na na na sedation

make sure you refill valium prozac benadryl

the world sometimes requires some sedation

sedation let's go sedation

sedatio let's go sedation

sedation let's go sedation

let's go sedation

Ride With The Devil

paul sanchez

standing on the corner of Prentiss and St. Roche here comes a limosine

down rolls a tinted window I say Clarence

where did you get this thing

well he laughs like a mad man

and he coughs until he cries

I can see him now

as he rode away singing

do you wan to go for a ride

ride with the devil

do you wanna ride with the devil

do you wanna ride with the devil when you're looking for peace

ride with the devil with the devildo you wanna ride with the devil or do you wanna take it easy

he said I can almost feel the vultures

circling down he looked in my eyes

and said don't let them lick at my bones

well I left to myself not knowing he was worsening now

he said take it easy closed his eyes and was gone

standing on the corner of Prentiss and St, Roche here comes a limosine

it's long and black and riding in the back

is the fat man finally at peace

well undertaker take it slow

give him time to have some wine

and change his mind before we go to ride with the devil...

Dancing With Fear

paul sanchez

I've danced for joy danced for fun

get me drunk and I'll dance with anyone

all alone when you're here

all of my life dancing with fear

all of my life dancing with my fear

in crowded rooms with friends I know

twirling a girl with nowhere to go

through the laughs through the tears

all of my life dancing with fear

bridge:

counting every breath I take

and thinking it's my last

and the dread's all in my head

it ties me to the past

another song another chance

for losing myself inside the dance

I am not what I appear

all of my life dancing with fear

Confidential Dance

by Paul Sanchez

Verse:

A F#m Bm E

Reached my hand under her black sweater

A F#m Bm E

Buried my face deep in her blonde hair

A F#m

All day long and all through the night

Bm E

Both of us skinny and starving

A F#m Bm E

Danced the confidential dance of affair

D E

Holding my breath I slipped out of her arms

A F#m D E

Though I thought I coulda' stayed there forever

Chorus:

A E

Once I left there was no door

A E

I woulda knocked but there was no door

D E A

Once I left there was no door back to her heart

Bridge:

I know that she is sleeping now

my head is spinning I can't keep the

E F#m

rumors from mixing with the truth

D A

It's wonderful I whisper blowing smoke rings in the night

E A F#m Bm E

But of course she doesn't hear me It's a sad life

Verse:

A F#m Bm E

Reached my hand under her black sweater

A F#m Bm E

Buried my face deep in her black hair

A F#m

Haven't I seen this somewhere before

Bm E

Both of us skinny and starving

A F#m Bm E

Dance the confidential dance of affair

D E

Holding my breath I slipped out of her arms

A F#m D E

Though I thought I coulda' stayed there forever

Chorus:

A E

Once I left there was no door

A E

I woulda knocked but there was no door

D E A

Once I left there was no door back to her heart

Used To Be Crazy

Paul Sanchez

A E D A

A E

Used to be crazy used to think maybe

D A

drinking by myself and working up a hard time

A E

used to be crazy used to think maybe

D E A

I used to be crazy

A E

Used to be lonely thinking of you only

D A

drinking by myself and working up a hard time

A E

Used to be lonely thinking of you only

D E A

I used to be lonely

G A E G A E

Yeah I used to be crazy yeah I used to be lonely

G A E

Yeah I used to be crazy

Used to be jealous maybe you could tell it

drinking by myself and working up a hard time

used to be jealous maybe you could tell it

used to be jealous

used to be angry didn't give a damn yeah

drinking by myself and working up a hard time

used to be angry didn't give a damn yeah

I used to be angry

Jet Black and Jealous

Paul Sanchez

you read the entire works of T.H. White

and I never asked you any question

and you look just like a movie queen last night

so I didn't mind the extra waiting

but you beat my arms with your slashing tongue

and it was no fun for me in fact it was black jet black and jealous

and you stalk me slinky cat-like on the prowl

I shrug and pretend that I can't hear you

and you hold your breath until I ask you how

and then, "how yourself", you shoot back in my face

you lick your fingers and you wipe your eyes

and you smear the streaking stains that are black jet black and jealous

there's a blind rage building you can't control

you suck in hot air it comes out cold

your building a cage that surrounds your soul

pulls you down deeper down down down deeper down

and the people making love inside your head

well they have no life except for what you give them

yeah laughing dancing falling into bed

sickened by the scent of your suspicion

you cut yourself in the wee wee hours

and you don't bleed red instead it's black jet black and jealous

The Nasty Evil Clown

Paul Sanchez

F#m C#7 F#m C#7

He doesn't like the circus, or smiling little kids

Bm F#m Fdim C#7

He hates it if you laugh at him, he keeps his heart well hid

F#m C#7 F#m C#7

He will not do a cartwheel, and if he's falling down

Bm F#m

Then he's prob'ly drunk, and needs a shave

Fdim C#7 F#m

He's the nasty, evil clown

E F#m

The funny car gives him backaches

E F#m

He hates big floppy shoes

E F#m

A child cries, the other clowns sigh,

Bm C7

"Evil, is that you?"

Don't waste your breath to thank him, he'll smash ice cream on your head

He'd rather give out spankings to women in his bed

He breaks out wearing make-up, he'd rather wear a frown

Don't make him mad, he'll hurt your dad

He's the nasty, evil clown

The funny car gives him backaches

He hates big floppy shoes

A child cries, the other clowns sigh,

"Evil, is that you?"

He will not do a cartwheel, and if he's falling down

Then he's prob'ly drunk, and needs a shave

He's the nasty, evil clown

Don't make him mad, he'll hurt your dad

He's the nasty, evil clown

He's the nasty..... evil.... clown.......

Light It On Fire

Paul Sanchez

"Jet Black and Jealous"

It's four A.M., I'm drunk and alone

Tryin' to call you on a public phone

I wanted passion, I wanted desire

My heart is a flame that pains me if I do not

CHORUS:

Light it on Fire

If I do not light it on fire

VERSE 2

I'm the perfect picture of a perfect fool

You're out doin' what I wanted ya' to

I'm in heartbreak hotel and there's a desk clerk for hire

My heart is a flame that pains me if I do not

CHORUS

Light it on Fire

If I do not light it on fire

BRIDGE:

How can I tell you

Just how it feels

How can you make love stay and

How do you know if what's stayin' is real

vesre 3

I was the one full of whiskey and talk

I was the one with the skip in my walk

You say the truth hurts, well so does a liar

My heart's a flame that pains.....

Light it on Fire

If I do not light it on fire

Shotgun in my Soul

Paul Sanchez

from "Loose Parts"

We have a conversation almost every night

In a motel room across a telephone line

I want to hold you and I wish that I could

We got lucky tonight cause our connection was good

I count the white lines I count the potholes

You're riding shotgun in my soul

shotgun in my soul

well do you save the teardrops starting to fall

to drown me with when you collected 'em all

dry your eyes girl I'm coming home soon

I want to kiss you from the kitchen all the way to the bedroom

we'll count the time 'til

I'm on the road and

You're riding shotgun in my soul

shotgun in my soul

Bridge:

I really wanted to be there

And yes I know that it's not fair

To have to say I love you on the phone

and so the tires hiss and the highway it whines

and the hours feel like they're forever in time

don't be mad I'm going fast as I can

and I won't see a thing 'til I can see you again

I felt like half 'til you made me whole yeah

You're riding shotgun in my soul

shotgun in my soul

Louisiana Lowdown and Blue

Paul Sanchez

from "Jet Black and Jealous"

VERSES:

My eyelids said four-thirty

and the radio clock said six

and I was thinking up a reasonable excuse

I might have slept through yesterday

but in the shape I'm in

what's twenty-four hours more or less to lose

CHORUS:

I burned up letters and I burned up souvenirs

Leaving no traces that I was ever here

And I won't be Louisiana lowdown and blue

well the phone rings after breakfast

I swallow hard when I hear

"guess who" and I say "oh no" and the caller hangs up

i think I need a shower but I really want a beer

and I remember a dream I had and I laughed to myself

CHORUS:

I burned up letters and I burned up souvenirs

Leaving no traces that I was ever here

And I won't be Louisiana lowdown and blue

BRIDGE:

I saw a stranger smiling at me yesterday

And it scared me almost half to death

I wanted to hide I wanted to run away from them

Instead I closed my eyes and I wasn't there

i was somewhere in the French Quarter

in the winter of last year

yeah sitting in the Square dripping chili on myself

and then headed home I heard the sound of heaven in my ear

turned and sw a woman in the corner singing about Jesus

CHORUS:

I burned up letters and I burned up souvenirs

Leaving no traces that I was ever here

And I won't be Louisiana lowdown and blue

Hurricane Party

Paul Sanchez

We had a little party, me and my friends

a hurricane was coming to New Orleans again

somebody brought scotch somebody brought beer

I should have kept the hooch and throw 'em outta here

A friendly game a penny a hand smoke a cigar act like a man

waiting for the gale force winds to blow

shuffle up the cards and let the liquor flow

my hurricane party got out of control

I'm lying in the gutter eating tootsie rolls

with red-ant bite all over my ass

beating on my buddies with a baseball bat

Somebody's girlfriend showed up by surprise

with cookies in her hand and dollar signs in her eyes

I started dipping them cookies in scotch

well she won all my money and my pocket watch

i passed out and I woke up

the house was empty and so was my cup

from out on the front lawn I hear 'em shout

I wish they'd come in so i could throw 'em out

my hurricane party got out of control

I'm lying in the gutter eating tootsie rolls

with red-ant bite all over my ass

beating on my buddies with a baseball bat

everybody's wrestling out in the dirt

I laughed so hard 'til my stomach hurt

they saw me clean they heard me laugh

they started charging at me and I grabbed a bat

my hurricane party got out of control

I'm lying in the gutter eating tootsie rolls

with red-ant bite all over my ass

beating on my buddies with a baseball bat

The Key

paul sanchez

around my neck I wear the key

to the heart that wears the key to me

it don't unlock a fancy house

but it helps me with my dirty mouth

chorus:

I found love, love, love

I found love, love love

love found me

I found love, love, love

I found love, love love

love found me

Love's the key

I used to think that I was lost

so I kept searching at any cost

well I'd get high and I'd feel fine

but I get higher when your hands in mine

chorus:

I found love, love, love

I found love, love love

love found me

I found love, love, love

I found love, love love

love found me

Love's the key

bridge:

would not have known love

if it grabbed me by the ass

and fortunately she did

took me by the hair dragged me to her lair

show's me everyday

what it means to care

I used to wake up angry

then I waked up scared

but now I wake-y-up a-happy

most everywhere

and if-a you knew me before I found eyes

that see right through me then I apologize

chorus:

I found love, love, love

I found love, love love

love found me

I found love, love, love

I found love, love love

love found me

Love's the key

Hoob-a-joob

rob savoy, shelly sanchez, eddie ecker, chuck keith, paul sanchez

verse:

whip out your hoob-a-joob and I'll show you my dilly-whopper

it's right here in my thig-a-ma-jig

whip out your hoob-a-joob and I'll show you my dilly whopper

it's right here in my thig-a-ma-jig

chorus:

we'll all be high as a kite staring at the ceiling

man it's good to have that rastafari feeling

whip out your hoob-a-joob and I'll show you my dilly whopper

it's right here in my thig-a-ma-jig

verse:

if you got a little boucon for the chalice in the palace

it'll be a hot time in the old skull tonight

spleef on a reef rolled up like the tide let's all take us a magic carpet ride

chorus:

we'll all be high as a kite staring at the ceiling

man it's good to have that rastafari feeling

whip out your hoob-a-joob

and I'll show you my dilly whopper it's right here in my thig-a-ma-jig

verse:

roll us a bone a mosquito leg or a pinner just a little tasty-taste will do

herb-a-derb kind bud or the genie in the lamp

a rose by any other name we'll smoke it too

chorus:

we'll all be high as a kite staring at the ceiling

man it's good to have that rastafari feeling

whip out your hoob-a-joob and I'll show you my dilly whopper

it's right here in my thig-a-ma-jig

Drugstore Girl

Paul Sanchez

D G D

She's a drugstore girl held together by wire

D G C A

She smokes cigarettes, tastes of ashes and fire

D G

tonight I bent my face to press my lips

to her honeysuckle skin

D G A D

but when I looked too close, I saw fingerprints

D G

She drinks coffee black curses herself when

she thinks she's late

D G C A

she's a drugstore girl the kind i always thought I'd hate

D G D

She is black and white t.v. movies and dropping hints

D G A D

but when I looked too close I saw fingerprints

D G D

She's a drugstore girls poised without looking like she's posed

D G C A

she is fashion sense putting on and taking off her clothes

D G D

first she listens then sees what you need and zeroes in

D G A D

but when I looked too close I saw fingerprints

D G D

She's a drugstore working on selling you a new line

D G C A

she's a drugstore girl she'll love you for a lunch time

yes her air is sweet

G D

but what you're breathing are store bought scents.

D G A D

and when I looked too close I saw fingerprints

D G A D

and when I looked too close I saw fingerprints

An Empty Chair

I still think of things I think you'd like to know

in the morning when I read my paper just before

i realize that what I'd thought was hanging in the air

is here in an empty chair here in an empty chair

I still laugh out loud at things you used to say

some times in the middle of a second or a day

then realize that what i'd thought was hanging in the air

is here in an empty chair here in an empty chair

bridge

everything's in place but the past has been erased

and nothing is the same that I can see

and I don't understand why we're not holding hands

as seconds slip away from me

and it's funny but I don't cry at night

only in the morning when you've said good-bye

and i realize that what I'd thought was hanging in the air

is here in an empty chair here in an empty chair

Wakes me Up To Say Good-bye

Paul Sanchez/Colman deKay

went out drinking with my friend the mailman

I drank double bourbon he drank his lil' beer

after quite some time

I said do your eyes feel like mine

if so why the hell are we still here

chorus:

I went home to my baby

she didn't even stir to ask me why

lets me sleep it off

kissed me once real soft

she only wakes me up to say good-bye

she's dressed and bathed

win tiny sighs at sunrise

as drunken future dreams

drown in my head

she's walking out the door

I think I'll just sleep a little more

but she's back from work

before I've left the bed

she's back home to her baby

who doesn't even stir to ask her why

she lets me sleep it off

won't even kiss me soft

because she only wakes me up to say good-bye

bridge:

without a word

we both made this arrangement

for years now it's been working out just fine

in every house there was one room for the dreamer

and one room for the one who toes the line

went out to my j-o-b this evening

checked my voice mail sitting there at that bar

she said, "everything has changed I'm back here taking what remains,

the house is empty you stay right where you are

chorus;

there's no coming home to your baby

sit and stir your drink wonder why

by the time you've slept it off

my plane will be aloft

but I'll be looking down at you

to say goodbye

and I hope it wakes you up when I say good-bye

Two-Five-One

She kept slipping me her digits

but I left them on the bar

and now the bad wants me to remember

but I can only get this far

chorus

I got two-five-one and then the numbers run

from where I placed my drink and blinked

I got two-five-one and then the numbers run

two-five-one I think

i should have paid more attention

to my music making friends

'cause now the band wants me to remember

but all I can think of again

chorus

is two-five-one and then the numbers run

from where I placed my drink and blinked

I got two-five-one and then the numbers run

two-five-one I think

bridge

the trombone player's in the corner pouting

the trumpet layer he's gone home

the singer's on the sidewalk practically shouting

ya'll can all chase girls I want to go get stoned

I could hear the fellas laughing

I said that's fine by me

if you get to the last part remember that the first part is safe with me

chorus

I got two-five-one and then the numbers run

from where I placed my drink and blinked

I got two-five-one and then the numbers run

two-five-one I think

Hey God

John Boutte'/Paul Sanchez

hey god are you out there 'cause I'm right here

I was wondering could make things a little more clear

You can keep your mysteries just show me that you care

hey god are you out there

hey god are you listening cause I'm singing you a song

why does my whole life feel like I'm doing something wrong

by the way what's up with a world that isn't fair

hey god are you out there

if you can make a hurricane maybe could you try creating a way to explain

lost souls pot holes saints for sinners and people in pain

in vain

hey god are you out there 'cause I'm confused

are you really real or an illusion that we use

if heaven is so heavenly then why the gate and stairs

hey god are you out there

Falling With Nowhere To Land

Paul Sanchez

I feel like something from the flood you didn't leave behind or lose

but really don't have much use for anymore

with your baseball collection your dresses and your shoes

you simply turned and left them lying on the floor

still there was you and me hand in hand

strangers in our own home town and falling

falling with nowhere to land

you were the stronger one the brave one my hero

you went out into the world and made a life

while I kept getting tossed kept getting lost among the waves that seem invisible to other people's eyes

still there was you and me hand in hand

strangers in our own home town and falling

falling with nowhere to land

I just want to hold you in my arms and let the whole world disappear

I just want to lay there touch your hair

just to know you're here

I just want to know you're here

I remember spending every second stretching moments

into hours stretching hours into days

now it seems we see each other passing we keep laughing

but I'm with you now more sleeping then awake

that's when it's you and me I still take your hand

but I'm a stranger in my own house I'm still falling

falling with nowhere to land

I'm still falling with nowhere to land

How Sad You Look Naked

Caleb Guillote/Paul Sanchez

my imagination sags to your knees

it's midnight and I'm a little tucked

your vanity lies and I don't know why

but gravity just won't comply

now I see how sad you look naked

I repeat how sad you look naked

can't believe how sad you look naked

how sad you look naked

a mirror's no place for you to be

if you don't want to see the truth

there's wrinkles and cracks and a pain in my back

as you bare your teeth set to attack

now I see how sad you look naked

I repeat how sad you look naked

can't believe how sad you look naked

how sad you look naked

people ask me if i hate you

it don't do them any good

'cause all I answer is if I gave you

any thought I guess I would

now I'm dressing with a trace of regret

as I suspected your bragging was lies

you made a mistake I've had all I can take

with your clothes off I see that your faking

now I see how sad you look naked

I repeat how sad you look naked

can't believe how sad you look naked

how sad you look naked

I Dreamed I Saw My Father

Paul Sanchez

I dreamed I saw my father some forty years gone by

he did not recognize the son who'd come to say good-bye

he was alive and breathing as anyone can be

but I had grown into a man he did not speak to me

I dreamed I saw my father forgotten through the years

I dreamed his love taught pain this song that's ringing in my ears

but when I tried to sing to him he only showed surprise

he looked at me unknowingly behind a stranger's eyes

I dreamed I saw my father convicted of a crime

his sentence read aloud was simply love not chained to time

but I knew how he would answer this I knew he'd only laugh

then waking up I realized I only knew a photograph

I dreamed I saw my father finally standing with his wife

and then I dreamed I was a child in a past that's full of life

Knives To Grind

Paul Sanchez

knives to grind, knives to grind

knives To grind I got knives to grind

butter knives, steak knives, silver so fine

I'll sharpen 'em well, that's what I sell

knives to grind, knives to grind

Papa they call me, Papa's my name

got fifteen children all look the same

but other people too call me papa they do

knives to grind, knives to grind

thirty years now for thirty odd years

I been sharpening knives for the people 'round here

one day soon I'm gonna fly to the moon

knives to grind, knives to grind

one day I'll wake up a little too late

be sharpening knives up at the pearly gates

St. Peter and Jesus saying, "Papa you please us"

knives to grind, knives to grind

Mean Dark Rain

Tom Lavie/Paul Sanchez

It was a mean dark rain that fell again last night

I want to tell you something

but I need to put it to you just right

Your old man is lonely sitting here by the phone

your old man is waiting sitting here all alone

that cat don't scratch and that dog can't find a bone

you see I drove across Georgia straight through Tenn.

been on the road so long

don't know where I'm supposed to be

You're on my time now don't tell me what to do

you're on my time now baby don't tell me what to do

of course I've been drinking 'cause I'm sick and tired of you

Mota, Mota, Mota

Alonzo Flota/Paul Sanchez

mota mota mota tienen mis amigos

donde esta la mota para mi

es verdadamente aqui' es mota excellente

donde esta la mota para mi?

dice porque' no tengo dinero

dice porque no trabajo

pero me gusto reir por nada

cuando yo fumo

mota mota mota tienen mis amigos

donde esta la mota para mi?

un poco de la noche mas vez de la manana

donde esta la mota para mi?

es verdadamente aqui' es mota excellente

donde esta la mota para mi?

dice porque' no tengo dinero

dice porque no trabajo

pero me gusto reir por nada

cuando yo fumo

mota mota mota tienen mis amigos

donde esta la mota para mi?

mota mota mota tienen mis amigos

donde esta la mota para mi?

A Moment Thing

John Sanchez

we all want perfection in a bottle

life made to order

relationships that never falter

truth is

all relations falter to some extent

lasting relationships

are the ones that look past the problems

and work through the present

in order to create a future

why am I telling you this now?

because

I love you

isn't a moment thing

Breaking my Back Up Front For You Baby

Paul Sanchez

the sticky Crescent City summer slays the tourist trade

and Pork Chop don't tap dance no more on the hot streets of Dumaine

yes and even the Magic Bead Lady would've sold her beads indoors

wish on them wish on her but don't wish on me no more

'cause I'm breaking my back up front for you baby

breaking my back up front for you now

breaking my back up front for you baby

and you don't care

hot New Orleans horror stories float the Vieux Carre'

of gutter punks Dumpsta Funk and watching the parades

yes and lazy dreaming lives that drift directionless away

of holding on of wanting more of sinners turned to saints

and of breaking my back up front for you baby

breaking my back up front for you now

breaking my back up front for you baby

and you don't care

the clock on the wall the iron shop next door

I hated to leave behind those creaking boards

but I gave it all away to do

things I knew I had to do

and I hardly missed the easy life at all

now I feel mosquitoes swarming on my arms and on my face

so I flee the Mississippi mud for North/Northeastern states

because Pork Chop's dead and buried in a beggar's grave for two

you wouldn't know to look at me but I died begging too

and I'm breaking my back up front for you baby

breaking my back up front for you now

breaking my back up front for you baby

and you don't care

breaking my back up front for you baby

I just had to come back to this town

breaking my back up front for you baby

and you don't care

Brothers

Joe Sanchez/Paul Sanchez

keep in touch it means so much

if not to you then others

for what a bleak and wasteful trip

if not shared with my brothers

Tears Were Falling Down

Paul Sanchez

we all said good-bye today

everyone but you

'cause you were lying there asleep

in the middle of the room

falling falling tears were falling down

the snow was white the sky was grey

I was far from home

but my brothers and my sisters gathered

you were not alone

falling falling tears were falling down

and all I had to give to you was music in the end

there were things we left unsaid but I sang all of them

good-bye again

I called home to brother John

asked him how it was

and in the background I could hear

stories laughs and love

falling falling tears were falling down

Walked In The Club With Twenties

Edie McClurg/Paul Sanchez

walked in the club with twenties

came home with ones

walked in the nightclub my pockets stuffed full of twenties

came home with nothing but ones

'cause when my baby wants to go stepping out

you know a girl just got to have fun

so I walked in the club with twenties

came home with ones

baby likes tipping the bartender

me I get to tipping the band

she takes my wallet away from me

to buy drinks for all of her friends

she got an appetite for appetizers

a habit for steak but baby give me a break

you know I walked in the club with twenties

came home with ones

walked in the club with twenties

came home with ones

walked back home at about four twenty

me and my baby sure had us some fun

she's always funny I'm mostly wrong

we got no money but we write this song

walked in the club with twenties

came home with ones

walked in the club with twenties

came home with nothing but ones

"Leaving"

I was a little lost
Rode home on my bicycle
The night was warm and it was June
Charleston gets so hot so soon
It reminded me of leaving

Walked into a crowded room
Looked around for a place to stand
Everyone I did not know, and knew
Reminded me of you
Reminded me of leaving, this evening
Reminded me of leaving,
Reminded me of you

Stood so near the ocean
Wearing only your birthday suits
We were tripping eight miles high
Shooting stars, your blue disguise
Reminded me of leaving, this evening
Reminded me of leaving, just breathing
Reminded me of leaving...

I was a little lost

SOMETHING HERE

Knowing that you're good at it scares me to my bones

you could be doing it right now

look at me and lie but there's teardrops in your eyes saying

let it go I swear there's nothing but I think I know and I swear there's something here, something here

lately there's a distance between what you say and feel and what it is you feel you have to do

I come around the corner you're in someone else's arms saying

let it go I swear there's nothing but I think I know and I swear there's something here, something here

I only want a conversation but you just speak your mind

now without an explanation it's all been wasting time, blows my mind, wasted time

I go a little crazy I can be a little blind

you love who I am and who I will be

maybe in the morning I'll convince my weary mind to

let it go I swear there's nothing but I think I know and I swear there's something here, something here

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