words & music: Polar Levine vocal and guitar: Swami Rivers
Rough demo
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Lone Ranger in the rain searching for a virgin vein Long Dong Novocaine Is nodding through the hurricane More money, more honey More honkin', more tonkin' Still bangin' that good-guy theme But it just ain't like the good ol' team
No more Tonto to boss around No one to clean the camping ground No one to hold when the night is long Kemosabe no more strong Coyotes howl, bad guys prowl Feed the horse, stay the course The lonesome sun is going down Just can't trust no injun clown Chorus: Oh Tonto, you were his boy You left the masked man so lonely without his toy You never had his taste for the law And helping the paleface rape the squaw So move on, move on, Native Son Go on - you be the Righteous One Do it, do it. Do it, do it - be The One Do it. Yeah, you be The One Go on - be The One
Ain't no more cowboy scene A mask is just for Halloween Lone Ranger in the rain A silver bullet to ease the pain
Roll the credits, roll and splice Roll them suckers, roll the dice Tonto now deals the jack and spade Believes he's no more being played
P/1: lead & BKG vocals, guitars, surdo, track
Rubio: Rhodes, organ, bass, synth, digital drums, BKG vocals
Xtra vocals: Jamie “Chicken Sal” Fiorentino, Katy Martin
produced by Polarity/1
------------------------------------------------- Intro: Somebody's got a message Someone's got a message Somebody's got a message for you
There's a very handsome man
He got something to say to you
There's a very pretty girl
She got something to say to you
They got better things for you
They got better things for you
They got better things for you
More than your friends can do
They got better things for you
More than your friends can do
They got better things for you
Improved and brand new
Chorus: So lay back my baby
Lay back my baby Lay back my baby
There's nothing for you to do So lay back my baby
Lay back my baby Lay back my baby
Not a thing for you to do
And they know everything you do
'Cause they're prettier than you
And everything they say is true
'Cause they're prettier than you
Turn on the TV Turn on the TV Turn on the TV Baby don't mind me
Jump back in the kitchen
Jump back in the kitchen
Jump back in the kitchen
Got three minutes Stop twitchin'
Jump back in the kitchen Open up a can
Jump back in the kitchen Chicken sal san
Chorus
There's money to make over here
There's money to save over there
Jesus and MTV and women in their underwear
Got everything for you Just sit in the blue light
Nobody's got to know Go ahead take a bite
Nobody's got to know Nobody's got to pay
So lay back my baby
The message is on the way
vocals & instruments: Polarity/1 produced by Polarity/1 ---------------------------------------------------- Got a hatful of head and I’m in my feet Like a pogo stick in a slomo beat Rocky wheels on a shiny road Mambo surfin’ a billy mode Sumo glidin’ in my laser suit Sucking the juice of a ganja root Got a hatful of head and feeling real cute
Got a hatful of head and a song to fling Throat full of note and that funky bring Kick drum droppin’ a bucket of sharks Loops on the lam from copyright narcs Got a djembe head in a fractal spin A noseful of prose and a yang-ful of yin Four AM and it's still flyin’ in
Chorus: Let the love come down The love come down Let the love come down Like peaches in the rain
B: Tweezer the meter Goin’ Boom Bang Crackle the tweeter goin’ Boom Bang Noise get sweeter Goin’ Boom Bang Makin’ the love come down
All these tap dancing preachers and juggling nurses Lobbying for lines in my verses Hogging my flow with their agitation They don’t know they’re just my imagination Dining car on the Coltrane, Eatin’ chile con carnal and a twangy eel I’m makin’ it up but keepin’ it real Chorus B
words & music: Polar Levine
In memory of Arnold Green P/1: vocals & track
Rubio: Piano, organ, synth theremin
produced by Polarity/1 ------------------------------------------------- Piss out a window, late afternoon
Jailbirds high over sleepy lagoon
Cigar in my coffee and my little tin spoon
Oh oh oh goin' down
Paperclip tieclasp, rusty but firm
Loose-fitting jockeyshorts yellow with sperm Take-out chop suey goes down like a worm
Oh oh oh goin' down
Chorus: Oh Mama, Mommy let me come home I won't steal your jewelry no more Take me home My deal's goin' down;it ain't goin' slow Swing that Kaddish, baby Sweet and low
Slow gin canasta in a smokey room
Some good ol' Jewboys -prophets of doom Sophie on the carpet circumcising the groom Oh oh oh goin' down
Little Joe Donsky with the broadloom crown Sleeps with the fishes in a concrete gown
I'm waitin' for some cash from the Fat Man uptown
Oh oh oh goin' down
Chorus
You got Frankie and Dorsey -
The great hits from the past
Tito Rodriguez and Bird playin' fast
That damn rock n roll, it'll never last
Oh oh oh goin' down
vocals: Amy Douglas keyboards, guitar, track : Polarity/1 digital theremin, bass: Rubio produced by Polarity/1 --------------------------------------------- It's hard out there for a spaceman Gotta walk a scary mile A stranger in a real strange land,uit so out of style Lookin' dumb like a gumball,rying to hide his wings And that smelly gooey head with shiny neon strings Looking like a Sad Sack alone on the tarmac
Pre-Chorus: Spaceman come when nobody know Greasy gams and a gamma glow Fat eyes buggin' and a freaky flow Tendrils twangin' with a mighty mo Looking for a planet with a peaceful town Family soon be flying down
Chorus: No reason to grab the gat, man He's just trying to find his place, man Turn up the drum & bass, man No disgrace to be a spaceman Don't be hatin' on the spaceman It's hard out there for a spaceman Nobody will believe Just wants to be a citizen, maybe he's naive Let him put his fangs on a sandwich He’s trying to fit in with his spikey eyes and liquid skin An unknown species, so let’s not make him angry
vocals and instruments: Polarity/1 produced by Polarity/1 --------------------------------------------- We are tremendous, the top of the heap Lobbying the gods when they're trying to sleep Codifying every shade of our blues Pinning all the blame on the you-know-whos We’re on a holy mission: get laid and paid And be righteous too That’s how we’re made
Chorus:‘Cause we believe Yeah We believe I believe we got a pile of stress to relieve So we believe Uh huh We believe We all believe we’re puffin’ on a bona fide peeve Tallying our deficits in disappearing ink Everyone believes their shit don't stink
My tribe is the best And my country, my hood Now some won't agree but I believe they should They won't see the light Got some goddamn gumption They're out there eatin’ children or somethin' I wanna reach out, help em understand Troll em to the runway where I think they should land
Chorus:‘Cause we believe Yeah, we believe I do believe we got some stress to relieve So we believe Uh huh We believe Our senses should be telling us we’ve taken leave Our cuteness and the universe are all in synch Every one believes their shit don't stink
Politics is complex So let’s make it a game Pundits with updates on which group to blame Inconvenience is tyranny Call in the musketeers And a psycho demagogue to surf our fears We’re migrants in a land of customized truth Where we’re great again or woke in eternal youth
Chorus:‘Cause we believe Yeah, we believe We got a crazy mess of stress to relieve < So we believe Uh huh We believe that what we want is all there is to perceive God is up there laughin' with a devilish wink Watchin’ us believe that our shit don't stink
Rough demo
----------------------------------------------- There's desire in your eye and combat in your high Let's call it greed. Let's call it off There's something else you need I'm not in this for the therapy I'm not paying for your fantasy I'm not your private piece of the rock
Chorus: You mistake me for the rain 'Cause you're hot and dry I'm not the rain I'm no't what you need Love's not here to make us bleed When you know who you are When you know what to call your pain You'll see me around And we'll stare down the eye of your hurricane But till then... stop calling me
There's a knot to be untied when the spirit is denied So let's set it free. Let's let it go It's best to say goodbye I don't want a love that's out of key Lots of rhythm but no harmony The kind that comes with a chain and lock
P/1: lead & BKG vocals, track
Scott Allen: BKG vocals & bass
Pete McCann: guitar
produced by Polarity/1
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Ty-d-bowl, microchips, Crazy Glue
My baby's lips
Seranwrap and the Longines Symphonette
All this good stuff in the free world you can get
But it ain't enough It ain't enough
Can't get enough
Looks like you need a buff. You need a buff
Looks like the man needs to buff his stuff
Chorus: Step back! Take a look at yourself
Look up in the air Look into your heart
Look at your shoeshine
Look at your shoeshine Can you see yourself in your shoeshine?
Pay good money
For the suede patches on the elbows of your suit
A smart man Got tenure, God knows
All the liberal and conservative superstitions
Got all the answers and the positions
Cerebral bumps and grinds
Cold analyze the headlines
But the man in the cardboard boudoir wants to know
Can you slurp your degree on the soupline?
Chorus
Flip that channel ZING! Cold rush to the brain
The funny guy on the news is predicting pain
Doing the dirty deed by the light of the TV set
Everybody wants that sweet thang
Everybody wants to forget
Are we looking young? Are we well hung?
Tell me, are we buffed?
Do you think we've shopped enough?
Are we fast-tracked, laugh-tracked?
faxed, waxed, Compact?
Are we infotained?
Do we need that clown with the map to tell us
To come in out of the rain? I say -
P/1: lead & bkg vocals, djembe, repenique
Scott Allen: BKG vocals
Pete McCann: guitar
produced by Polarity/1
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He's just a salesman with a cheap toup on.
Just a salesman with a cheap toup on
He cry and holler and sing a song
And when it's over, grandma's dough is gone
He got a wife, painted and sprayed
Got a wife, painted and sprayed
She holds his bible, she's gettin' paid
She turned her lemon into lemonade
His fingers are hairy but his nails are clean.
Fingers are hairy but his nails are clean
See how they wiggle on the tv screen
Play like a fiddle on a girl of fifteen
Chorus: Just a salesman with a cheap toup on Salesman with a cheap toup on Just a salesman with a cheap toup on He cries and hollers and sings a song
Sends you a prayer cloth - if you pay
A free prayer cloth - if you pay
He prays for a hot tub, a Rolls and a lay
He's sellin' heaven the very next day
Wishes his wife and his children were gone.
Picked up his girlfriend at the beauty salon
Took her to Vegas like a high class John.
He's just a salesman with a cheap toup on
Chorus
He killed a homo in a bar last night
Did it for Jesus and he thought it's all right
He's not afraid 'cause he's a man and he's white
But watch him sweat at a flashing strobe light
His wife is lonely - her name is Lenore
She ain't had none since '94
Startin' to wonder if she's lost her allure
Today she heard about his cute little whore
She bought a gun from a junkie named Juan.
Went to the chapel - everybody was gone
The barrel is firm Her dress is chiffon.
In walks her salesman with his cheap toup on
P/1: lead & bkg vocals, track
Scott Allen: BKG vocals
produced by Polarity/1
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It is known that we have been abused
But now you think the world
Is owing you some kind of dues
Now you lie, but you told me you were fair
There's vengeance in your smile
And your love has just grown weak and bare
Now I no longer feel that we're bound
But when I sleep you call to me, Israel
When I sleep you call to me, Israel
Through the years we were the chosen few
Who were given the message
Look what hatred can do
Now your armies are chewing up the land
Disowning your own brothers
While your valley is turning back to sand
The dove won't fly
Your arrogance has chained it to the ground
But when I sleep you call to me, Israel
When I sleep you call to me, Israel
Chorus: You cut through my veins
You're in my bone
You're in my blood
But you'll never be my home
You cut through my veins
You're in my bone
You're in my blood
And you won't leave me alone
You cut through my veins. You're in my bone
You're in my blood. But you'll never disown me
You can't disown me You shed your blood
You're shedding the blood
And I know you're not alone
P/1: lead vocals, guitar, track Rubio: BKG vocals Ginetta Vendetta: Trumpet
produced by Polarity/1
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He's up on a mountain with his bush a-burnin'
Was he sucking on Yvonne's toes?
While girl sits home all toss and turnin'
Cold compress and a dose of religion
A yen to confess what's in her bones
Shopping for shoes in lieu of livin'
Then bolt the door and get on with jones
Stairwell dank in the cold of summer
Love is hard. No love's a bummer
I know
Chorus: Love is hard Lovelorn Love is hard Shopworn Got to slow down Got to slow down
Slow down to get born
Moses suits up, shoots up the fast lane
Swims upstream in digital pool
Knocking down pussy like lines of cocaine
A gut full of gimme and a mouth full of drool
Sweet sixteen in the neighbor's yard
Someone else's buns in the oven
Mo is whackin' the doggie hard
Twenty times two but no real lovin'
Love is hard where the fun is easy
Heart gets tired while the nose gets greasy
I know
words & music: Polar Levine vocal & instruments: Swami Rivers
Rough demo ------------------------------------------------ Daddy was an asshole, an asshole to his core Made me laugh on his good days But an asshole evermore
It was George Jones, James Brown Coltrane, Celia Cruz Rock and rap and ragas, flamenco, reggae, blues What kind of horn did Bird play? Who wrote the Blue Suede Shoes? Daddy was an asshole. There are no undos
Chorus: Daddy was an asshole. Today he is the same Had music in his belly and pictures in his brain He made me practice every day Each day I'd hate him more Made me laugh on his good days But an asshole evermore
Picasso and the cubists and Salvador Dali Dada and abstraction and anthropology Metaphors and dinosaurs, philosophers and funk Daddy was an asshole and I hate all his junk
Then I had my own son. I swore I'd do it right Gave him video games and candy bars Cartoons and Bud Lite I taught him how to monster burp Steal bicycles and fight Now he's reading fuckin Menken And bangin' drums all night
My kid, he's an asshole, and I'm an asshole's son Three green peas in a green pea soup I'm the only normal one I pimp roll in Armani and subprime is my trade Daddy was an asshole, but me - I'm gettin' paid
words & music: Polar Levine vocal & guitar: Swami Rivers
Rough demo
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I'm talking to my mother She's talking to her little brother He was sixty when he died a few years ago The numbers on her meter are all aglow She's technically alive. Two times two is five
A wagon full of fruit. Laughing in her bathing suit She can't get up or walk to the bathroom Now she's screaming, "I lived a life, now I'm ready to go, please let me go Those bastards say No. Where's Lou? Who the hell are you?"
The dog named Lou The kangaroo The dolphins jump and dive The bees in their hive They don't waste a minute pondering Who put them there, they're just being alive
They don't need tales about eternity Or comforting mythology They don't impose sanctity To force her heart to pump until it's Too late... too late To hold us in her arms and say goodbye A room full of strangers - we watch her crumble and die
Rough demo
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I was born in the winter on a chilly day Eighty degrees and going down The sun was laughin' as it dropped away Behind the Statue of Liberty's crown The New York Yankees were a baseball team From my home town so long ago Before they left to go way up north Where sometimes in winter they still get snow
Chorus: One more rain... One more rain... One more day of rain... You can see out the window all you need to know The water's rising, it's time to go
Mama reached New York at a real young age From a place called San Antonio Grabbed her dolly while the water's rage Busted the gates of the Alamo
So many left and moved up here Broke and muddy, without a home An empty old ruin is where they'd stay Till old Yankee Stadium got washed away
Chorus Way far back, a scared little boy Crossed the ocean on a mighty ship A giant green lady said, "Now you're home" Pointed to Manhattan with her fingertip
I read all about the old Broadway People used to walk there, right on the ground Now that giant lady the little boy saw Is standing in the water up to her jaw
Chorus
My grandma told it a hundred times They warned for years 'bout the coming change Politicians did nothing while it all got worse Puppies on the leash of the corporate purse
Chorus: One more rain... One more rain... One more day of rain... You can see out the window all you need to know The water is rising, it's time to go One more rain... One more rain... One more day of rain... You can see out the window all you need to know Take a last look around, it's time to go
I was born in the winter on a chilly day Eighty degrees and going down Never been that cold since then I'm tired of thinkin' bout what might've been
words: Polar Levine; music: Polar Levine & Amy Douglas
guitar, bass, track: Polarity/1 organ solo: Rubio produced by Polarity/1 ............................................................................ Zit cream soda and a slice to go I’m Sally in the alley with Curly and Moe I’m a corporate girl in a corporate suit Edible panties and a sack of toot Flying company jet cause I know the boss Dipped his résumé in my special sauce Got my little black book and I’m ready to score Get your dick out your pocket, I’m a DC whore I pay your way (that’s right) I don’t testify You will make my day (on time, baby) Or kiss your seat goodbye
Chorus: Got a no-bid contract, Bob Pussy full of gold Ballin’ every PR slob, To keep the trail ice cold. Ain’t a congressman in town, Can’t be bought or sold.. So, plug it in the socket, I'm a D.C. whore Let’s go make us a war
I’m a contract bitch on a secret mission My tits on a hook, I’m goin’ fishin’ Going up to the penthouse to polish the brass Serving up my biomass Come on up baby, don’t make me wait Tell me a secret, let’s consumate Red light district in the Green Zone Gonna suck that budget clean to the bone I pay your way (that’s right) I don’t testify You will make my day (on time, baby) Or kiss your seat goodbye
Chorus
It’s a money town with no meter maid Do a half-assed job, get double paid Want a schoolhouse or prison built? Pay the money up front. I don’t do guilt. It’s a no-job, snow-job, wa-cha-ma-callit My patriotic duty. Get the troops to haul it. Pissin’ on the face of a prisoner of war I’m the truth fairy -- pride of the Corps Mission accomplished. War is fun. Gimme one more squirt ‘for I cut and run I pay your way (that’s right) I don’t testify You will make my day (on time, baby) Or kiss your seat goodbye
lead & bkg vocals, guitar, keyboards, harmonica, snare drum, track: Polarity/1 Rhodes, digital drums, keyboards: Rubio produced by Polarity/1 ........................................................................... Chorus: I am, I am your garbage Man
Laugh lines drip down Botox face That's me, baby, parkin' in your private space for the pits from the fruit of your special sauce Amour mama, and a sleek toupee Better save your coupons where the hound dogs pray So let's sit around and uh, chase our tails You can rev your Jetson on my monorail Go ahead - eat that stanky gourmet cheese I’m gonna eat that chicken you holdin' 'tween your knees Chorus: I am, I am your garbage man I am, I am your garbage man I spit more trash than your TV can
Get me on your talk show You can feed me any line Gonna spin my mojo where the sun don't shine I can whistle Dixie, y'ain't heard nothin' yet Like that Fox that's howlin' on your TV set I'm howlin' sweeter than Wolf or John Cocaine Where the hills are alive like Kurt Cobain I'm smokin' TNT, drinkin' liquid spite I hope the FCC start a fight
Chorus: I am, I am your garbage man I am, I am your garbage man I spit more trash than your TV can I am, I am your garbage man I am, I am your garbage Well, the Fathers don't know But Mrs. Neilson understond
vocals & track: Polarity/1 vocals & trombone: David Russell produced by Polarity/1
Rough demo ................................................................................. Chorus: Jesus walked on the water Everybody else fell in Any of em coulda been a contenda If Paul had done their spin They all want to be The One And turn the world their way And After all the turnin’s done Some tribe is gonna pay Now I don’t know what you come to do And I don’t know what he come to do Jesus walked on the water Don’t matter if it’s true Jesus walked on the water Don’t matter if it’s true
Five big books descending,back He's puffin' all down the mountain Yahway won’t cut no slack Yo, sad sacks - you're lame Worshipping gold and Goldman's game Party's over; toss your beers You’ll be roamin’ homeless for a lot of years
Chorus
Noah hears a poundin', poundin' on his door It's God out there and he's steamin' Says, boychik, it's gonna pour Fridge in the boat fulla homemade brew Got Charlie D in charge of the zoo Sailing on a soupy lake There's walking fish with monkey ways Here come the the humans on the take Fuckin up the place; whatever pays Then the flood returns; it's done On land they'll roast under red hot sun
vocals: Amy Douglas keyboards, track : Polarity/1 lead synth, bass: Rubio produced by Polarity/1 --------------------------------------------- You got the face. You got that face You got it. You know you got that face So get right down into that space That groovy cosmic place, All is fair when there's noise in the air But you... uh... ain’t no special case
Chorus: Put your face on the dancefloor Wave your feet in the air Make us believe that you don't care Smash your face on the dancefloor Put your kicks in the the air Wave em some more Put your fuckin' face on the dancefloor
Doin’ the job. We all got a job Nobody has to guess about your job ‘Cause you got the face. You got that face Everybody knows you got that face Space is the face. Face is the place I didn't come to the clubto see your face, Ace
P/1: lead & bkg vocals, track, tamborims, moringa Rubio: Rhodes Spoken vocals: Katy Martin produced by Polarity/1 ............................................................................. Abracadabra Clear Channel in flannel Music vandal, a global scandal They say the groove will move when revenue improve when musical mojo is all about cash flow The one and the oh gonna stop the show All rise to the butter "but - but - but" Lawyers stutter, no go Restrain, contain, Rein in the brain Control, patrol, Dismantle the sample Dismantle the sample? Trample Cramp the flow of need to grow Slap on barcode, copyright source code
Chorus: Even the rhythm has got the blues Turn on the news, you won't learn a thing A book, a look, a song to sing Just a logo cloud of lies and bling And there's nothing in the air There's nothing in the air And there's nothing on the air but ka-ching ka-ching There's nothing in the air Nothing in the air Nothing on the air But ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching
Newsmen pimp for the war machine Drop some bullshit, see if it float Spit some fire on the gasoline and we all hold tight in a little row boat Clap hands on the one, go shop at the store Buy more buy more. More More. Go go buy more, more while the Oakie from Muskogee Lose his legs in the war Pat-a-cake, eat-a-cake, stay awake fucked and fake, baked in the stocks You won't get the news by asking the FOX Microphone, webcam hidden in the bedsprings War on drugs, every side thugs pullin' wings off the offsprings Moss will gather where the floss can't reach If you don't have the brains to teach - you preach Confectionary knowledge base Baked in haste, symmetrical to taste Spun and bundled, fondled, bungled Delivered with slight of hand by the cutest band Corporate coronation of the bland Chorus The godfather of holes rules every year election time Do-see-do with kids in the schools Telling lies in pantomime Dispatched by the strings attached Scratched backs in back rooms with the hacks where the sun don't shine Your life line tangled on the dollar sign Fake dieties, faithful aversion to mystery Redline the gospel history Put intimacy in quarantine All for fear of the unforeseen Don't do it! C'mon... Don't pull the plug on the sex machine! Relax! Just smell the coffee, squeeze the buns The Huns at the gate are just self-hate Pop a Tums Chorus
words & music: Polar Levine
P/1: lead & bkg vocals, track
Scott Allen: BKG vocals & bass
Pete McCann: guitar
produced by Polarity/1
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There's a party goin' on downstairs
Go tell the neighbors
Get rid of the rugs and chairs
Callin' all colors and flavors
We need some African-Americans
European-Americans
Latino-Americans, Asian-Americans
We need some Hottentots and Celts
Visigoths and Welsh
Zulus and Huns, Sweaty badass nuns
Chorus: Somebody tell these ladies
Put some jam inya jammies
Tell the gentlemen of the jury -
Put some jam inya jammies
Throw the landlord out, get crazy
Put some jam inya jammies
If you wanna be part of the story
Got Miles in your face
Sun Ra come down from space
Olatunji and his drums of passion
Prince and his kinky fashion
Celia Cruz bring the hot sauce
Bruce! the undisputed boss
JB, the godfather of groove
Batucada gonna make ya move
Chorus
Who's all these black folks
Laughin' at the white folks dance?
People can't help if they're challenged
Just give 'em half a chance
Get all these bankers and lawyers
Stir em in a pot. Add some jalepeño
Let's see what we got
Get your face out of the paper
We're talkin some square biz
Somebody lookin' for a sofa
Gonna tell 'em what time it is
Chorus
Got Muddy Waters and Little Walter
Madonna spillin' wine on the altar
John Cage and a track full of silence
Laurie Anderson and big science
George Clinton gonna get us stinkin'
Joni Mitchell gonna keep us thinkin'
Shirley Caesar gonna preach the gospel
2Pac gonna get hostile
words: Polar Levine music: Polar Levine & Amy Douglas
vocals: Amy Douglas track: Polarity/1
produced by Polarity/1 --------------------------------------------- INTRO: I saw the eyes. I saw the secret Isabel I saw the eyes. I saw the secret Isabel We heard you singing but we couldn’t place the tune We saw you dancing by the light of your own moon You saw us and turned away But I saw something new today I saw your eyes. I saw the secret Isabel Chorus: Isabel, remember the eyes The eyes is the prize, remember the eyes Isabel, remember the eyes The eyes is the prize, Isabel - the eyes It gets cold in there A girl can curl up and get old in there way too soon Remember the eyes They're right here near the light They’re wearing a coat of arms to hold you tight A girl can curl up. Remember the eyes Just look up. Look into our eyes Chorus Outro: I saw the eyes. I saw the secret Isabel
words & music: Polar Levine vocals: Amy Douglas & Polarity/1spoken voices: Andreia Vizeu, Amy, Rubio, Polarity/1 harmonica, bass, track: Polarity/1 piano: Rubio produced by Polarity/1 --------------------------------------------- Fulano de Tal está falando [What’s-his-name is speaking] But all the ears are broken Então o povo... [And so, the People... ] You see... they have spoken Fulano de Tal -- não é ninguém [What’s-his-name is a nobody] Truth is a prison. Truth is pain A verdade é paixão. A paixão é pecado [Truth is passion. Passion is sin] Justice, a hostage - incommunicado A dança não dança. Um cantor, não a canção [The dance doesn’t dance. A singer -- no song] There is no future, no past, no now Fulano de Tal... sua palavra final [What’s-his-name . . . his last word:] The river is burning. The world keeps on turning.
Onde estão os desaparecedos? Where are the disappeared? Where is my father? Where is my mother? Where is my brother? Where is my sister? Where are my friends?
