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The hopping waiter
Rambling through the newborn day
On the shoot for something to write
I stumbled upon an eccentric cafe
The walls covered in old rhymes
I sat down glanced through the stands
Felt the earth shaking beneath me
Lifting my eyes from the prison of the sunglasses
I encountered the hopping waiter
I asked him to tell me what had happened to him
Putting his life aside, he answered with a grin
Sat down in front me, where you were supposed to be
And started telling a tale about times in the Middle East
I once was a dreamer, exactly like you
Society put me on, and I quit school
I was thrown into the army, nothing I could say
And became another pawn slaughtered in another game
Arrived on a bloody night, so many people to kill
I didn't even have time to think
I was a given a 45 and a knife just in case
The enemy was to capture me and make its slave
I thought that my bullets were blessed with the truth
And that to promote peace all I had to do was shoot
But then in the battlefield, December the 8th
I encountered a young arab, who was like me, just the same
We started talking, above us crossed fire
Shadows in the distance in death attire
He bummed a cigarette, closed his eyes for a while
And told me his story, which reminded me of mine
"Man, I was taken away from an ill dying mother
To participate in this search for a useless Grail
You were meant to be the enemy, not a friend
But right from the start I knew this prejudice would never end"
"What can we do, my catholic pal?
There is not a way to end this constant trial"
As the tears fled from his eyes, resignation in his heart
The grenade stood in front of us, echoing death’s chant
He was better trained; he was the first to react
He put himself between me and the devil
His face was destroyed, his arms flew apart
His soul finally left this world of war
The only wound I had, said the bartender standing up
Was a little iron stuck in my tibia
He saved my life cause he envisioned peace
Now you pass the message, he didn’t succeed
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Waste the night with me
06:11
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Oh girl, would you want to waste the night with me?
What you doing in the rain? Don't you know it's cold and it wets?
You expecting anyone or can I share the downpour?
Oh girl, waste the night with me
The street is a dance floor
Oh girl, would you wanna waste the night with me
The old men speak of a moonlight that sometimes fizzes in the air
No need to smile or say you will be back someday
Oh girl, waste the night with me
I'm just asking you to stay
Looking at you I feel like a draughtsman before paper
In a crossed fire between assassin’s and Templars
All I’ve ever known, and ever would, has turned into dust
The watchtower of your shoulders, I’d like to climb it at dusk
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Holly Mae
05:20
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The sun and the mountains meet up in rhymes
Ol’ uncle John across the bend
Restless rider from a distant land
And his whispers are the comfort of a friend
The breeze falls caressing the soil
And the stones know much more about the past
Than you will ever know
Let’s see how much your time lasts
Holly Mae, the stars scream your name
Holly Mae, don’t you walk away now
I do miss you Holly Mae
I miss you now
Two rambling priests walk through the streets
Discussing the meaning of eternity
But I wonder how can they decipher eternal life
If the never loved the lover’s insanity
The jugglers of the night past dusk
They know there’s no reason to hide
But concealed like Robins in the woods
Still sing the long lost blues
Holly Mae, the stars scream your name
Holly Mae, don’t you walk away now
I do miss you Holly Mae
I miss you now
Guitars play a risky naked dance
Flirting with the shadows under lambent lights
The fiddlers vow before me baby
And their faces are snow white
I’m leaving now before it gets too late
Getting dressed under a friendly moon
And when the chaplain screams in pain
The weight of time will have vanished my name
Holly Mae, the stars scream your name
Holly Mae, don’t you walk away now
I do miss you Holly Mae
I miss you now
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Pearl of Istanbul
05:32
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The Place you go to Hide
04:59
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THE PLACE YOU GO TO HIDE
I’m still standing in this doorway
I see the paintings on the wall
The flickering light is welcoming
And me, in these lowlands I begin to crawl
You doors are locked and these midnight walks
Are the face of a broken heart
You said you’d be back in a little while
Where is the place you hide?
The ghosts in this orchard
With their ancient memories
And the trees, they wanna talk to me
But they look powerless without their leaves
You’ve brought oblivion to us all
And demanded I sit here in the dark
You said you’d be back with two glasses of wine
Where is the place you’ve gone to hide
And its lonely over this hill
And love’s candle starts to dim
I hear echoes willing to kill
They say: “Kiss a sweet goodbye to her memory”
Cities pass by I wear my detective suit
Every witness I find knows another you
No pill for my confusion, nothing to take me back
To those blankets that once spoke the truth
What you’ve left behind you can always reclaim
I can’t burn the pictures in my mind
But please the next time you leave me for a little while
Leave a breadcrumb trail to the place where you hide
And its lonely over this hill
And love’s candle starts to dim
I hear echoes willing to kill
They say: “Kiss a sweet goodbye to her memory”
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Empress of the winds
08:41
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Empress of the winds
Your sacrilegious smile, the resemblance of the autumn leaves
And your eyes like swings, moving gently in the breeze
In your anxious manners, anonymous to the crowd
While your dimming silhouette defies weeping clouds
The shining diamond attached to your addictive skin
Like an Edgar Poe poem carved on your limbs
And Moses himself visited you in the mountain
No God, no angel, you stood there sighing
Empress of the winds, you lay naked on the grass
And the cricket sings, the rainbow is under your command
With a leap of your fingers, the rising sun starts to blast
But still your silver crown remains untouched
You take no pride from being the master thief
Your collection of hearts, all stashed in grief
And over them all, in the stratosphere of love
Rests the one that heats your stove
And it burns like wood, as the night now flows
Under the stars above you consider your foes
You see they have all rules to sail the Milky Way
While you outshine them from Troubador Café
Empress of the winds, you lay naked on the grass
And the cricket sings, the rainbow is under your command
With a leap of your fingers, the rising sun starts to blast
But still your silver crown remains untouched
You leave a trace through the boiling sand
I watch you craft sighing a long one
The sea raises a brow, spots a stranded pearl
But thunder to you is the sound of a bagatelle
And the shivers you throw down the highway of my spine
After the taste of your tipsy lips of wine
And the flowers painting your sinful face
Their fiery red suits you better than lace
Empress of the wind, you lay naked on the grass
And the cricket sings, the rainbow is under your command
With a leap of your fingers, the rising sun starts to blast
But still your silver crown remains untouched
In a ceremony of hags, your wizardry beyond limits
But your princess-like beauty, awoke jealous spirits
Overthrown as you are, you’re still above the mass
How then, would you explain, your monuments of glass
The threshold of your gate, sanctified by rain
And its golden aureole sketched in Tin Pan Alley’s pain
They all now come to see you
But you don’t belong, you’re just a painter passing through
Empress of the wind, you lay naked on the grass
And the cricket sings, the rainbow is under your command
With a leap of your fingers, the rising sun starts to blast
But still your silver crown remains untouched
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