A few words for the dead

Can you make it your own
Can you take it by the throat
Make your own luck, learn the skills
Get in early for the kill

It carries on

Pick up the weapon
Marry it, give it your name
Define yourself by it
Take it down ‘the disco

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Let the beat control your body

{A:} Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body

{A:} Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body

{A:} Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body

{A:} Let the beat control your body
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La habanera

This is Havana
The night before the revolution
Carlos Romero Pambo plays the symphony
For latin piano
Popping corks and blasting bullets
La Habanera dances in the streets
And like every night
Pedro Comacho sells peanuts
Outside the Tropicana Club

Don’t ask me why
Life is one day
La Habanera
La… Continue reading La habanera

Hippy gumbo

Met a man he was nice
said his name was paradise
Didn’t realise at the time
that his face and mind were mine
Hippy Gumbo he’s no good
Chop him up for firewood
It seemed good and it seemed right
that I… Continue reading Hippy gumbo

Time after time

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion–
Is nothing new
Flashback–warm nights–
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after–

Sometimes you picture me–
I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear
What you’ve said–
Then you say–go slow–
I fall behind–
The second hand unwinds

Chorus:
If you’re lost… Continue reading Time after time

You got me floatin’

Well, you’ve got me floatin’ around and ’round
Always up, you never let me down
The amazing thing: you turned me on nat’rally
Oh and I kiss you when I please.
( You’ve got me floatin’ ’round and ’round )
We’re floatin’ ’round and ’round
( You’ve got me floatin’, never down )
Hey ! Touch the ceiling babe
( You’ve got me floatin’,… Continue reading You got me floatin’

Blood on my neck

A suit that date spines,
does fine in the winter.
Occasionally fine
Splinter feels bright
I’ve got blood on my… Continue reading Blood on my neck