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Mad Skillz
04:08
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If the world broke in & robbed us
Tell me what would they steal?
Could they take our hearts & our liberties?
One’s company
Two’s a crowd
Three’s a revolution
This life’s too long to not grow
And too short to sit still
We ain’t gonna do what we’re told by soccer dads on pills
We’ll march the streets & raise hell
Grow kids & pay bills
And we’ll do it all with mad skillz
213 you cant stop me
H-Core up in this mug
When it comes to honeys we’re your softees
When it comes to justice we’re your thugs
Coulda been dead coulda been long gone
But by some miracle we’re still here
So let’s best get down to business
Elevate some minds & spread some cheer
We’re the sassy generation
We ain’t quittin’ til we get our thrills
We ain’t known for our patience
But we got mad skillz
We’ll say when
We’ll say how
Cause that was then
But this is …..Wow.
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Sing Me A Sweet Dream
03:56
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Anytime the moon shines you wonder where the sun hides
And will it still dry rainy days
Anytime the clouds break you wonder will the leaves wait
And will they still fall from the trees
So tonight when you lie wide awake with closed eyes
Sing me a sweet dream
And if that sweet dream don’t come
Call me up & strum me one
I’m just here waiting
Anytime you think you see a quitter trying
Don’t believe everything you see
Anytime you think you see a swimmer flying
Don't believe everything you grieve
So tonight when you lie wide awake with closed eyes
Sing me a sweet dream
And if that sweet dream don’t come
Call me up & strum me one
I’m just here waiting
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Oh wandering Rosa Oh where you been?
Tell me my wandering Rosa will I see you again?
I asked the sun & moon & the ol’ gypsy wind
They all say my wandering Rosa is on the run again
With her piano black hair & them guitar brown eyes
She breaks an ese’s heart in two & then down the road she flies
I tell ya - I met her down in Austin town - I was packing up my gear
We two-stepped ‘round that Continental Club & then she disappeared
Oh wandering Rosa Oh where you been?
Tell me my wandering Rosa will I see you again?
I asked the shooting stars & the ol’ gypsy wind
They all say my wandering Rosa is on the run again
Next time I saw Rosa was way down in Lake Atitlán
Waving her jazz cigarette like a magic wand
I tell ya- I’ve kissed a thousand angels & I’ve scared a million ghosts
Ain’t no reina like Rosa - ain’t nothing close
Oh wandering Rosa Oh where you been?
Tell me my wandering Rosa will I see you again?
I asked all the quetzales & the ol’ gypsy wind
They all say my wandering Rosa is on the run again
East of Babylon deep in downtown Hell-A
Where the freaks shriek til dawn & then they hustle all the day
I tell ya- I swear I saw my brownskin gal prowlin’ 7th & Main
Someday I’m gonna buy that lady a cloudy diamond ring
Oh wandering Rosa Oh where you been?
Tell me my wandering Rosa will I see you again?
I asked the skid row angels & the ol’ gypsy wind
They all say my wandering Rosa is on the run again
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Folksinger
04:33
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I’m no folksinger babe but I got this old guitar
Well I can’t tell the difference between Wilco & Big Star
I put a capo on the 5th fret but I’ve never soundchecked at McCabe’s
I’m no folksinger babe
I’m no folksinger sorry I don’t have a heavy banjo
With a rusty high G under a sticker of Bill Monroe
I prefer my murder ballads to be passed down by Tupac or Dre
I’m no folksinger babe
No match stick on a 500 dollar hat
No pilates or yoga mat
I’ll never bend your ear or chew the fat
I ain’t Americana like that
I’m no folksinger babe- what a drag & such a bummer
I’ve never done a session with Emmylou Harris’ drummer
I’ve never been to Third Man or sipped moonshine in Jack White’s mancave
I’m no folksinger babe
I’m no folksinger dude I don’t raise pigs or goats
I’ve never wowed the crowd like Dan Bern or Steve Poltz
I don’t know a soul in Nashville who’s ever known my first or last name
I’m no folksinger babe
I don’t chew on toothpicks or vape
I can’t afford analogue tape
Never cut a ’45 or ’78
I’m no folksinger babe & I can pretty much guarantee
Ken Burns will never make a documentary on me
I don’t stick & poke or tear up when I hear Amazing Grace
Most times I confuse Townes with Blaze
I’m no folksinger babe
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Nightwalker
03:43
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Paint a kitty
Sing me a song
Play Amélie on the piano
There’s no time like now to dance to YouTube
Drink too much tea
Make too much soup
Face time your homeys
Zoom with your Granny
Windex your window
Paint your pet rock
Defrost your freezer
Take a bath with your dog
Rewrite your diary
Rewind Twin Peaks
Bang every drum
Strum every string
Login to Myspace
Update your Top 8
Laugh like it’s high school
But it’s ok to cry too
Gypsy boy now’s not the time to roam
Nightwalker won’t you stay home
Clean out your phone
Make your own mask
File unemployment
Grab that free cash
There’s no time like now to learn Hindi
Listen to jazz
Set your mind free
Try to eat healthy
Take upside down selfies
Stay up all night
Knit stitch & sew
Watch Napolean Dynamite 3 times in a row
Read a real book
Dust your bookends
Delete lame posts
Text old boyfriends
Say what you feel
Let your heart heal
Love like you mean it
Don’t just dream it
Gypsy girl now’s not the time to roam
Nightwalker won’t you stay home
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Chablis
04:27
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I bloomed in early Spring
You made my soul sing
You brought me back to life
We died a reborn death
It shadowed every breath
Til you came deviling by
I blanked at out at the wheel
Now nothing feels for real
I laugh at friends in disguise
We mask up at the grocery store
We mask down behind closed doors
We mask on & bump fists
We mask off when we kiss
This is how you write songs on the 4 track
You scribble some nonsense & slay the playback
I roll my eyes at the radio ‘cause it’s so whack
Track One strummy strummy
Track Two fingerpluck the money
Track Three slide it around
Track Four you throwdown
If you are bereft of rhymes for the throwing
Beware the three chord jam one chord too many
Pour out your ’20 heart & let your love bleed
I’ll take what you got -it’s all honey to me
I’ll pour out my ’20 heart like a Chablis
You plus me is all I dream
Heaven ain’t awful as it seems
Could you plus me ever be
Could you plus me equal three
Four track math
Two hearts
Three chords
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Espy
04:16
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She’s holding out for touch but all she gets are bruises
She’s hotwired for love but all she meets are losers
Just lame-o jazzy bluesers
Gummy dreams heavy as Stonehenge vanish with the breezes
Our Espy’s moving back home
To the Banda jukebox at The Tap
Back to the star on that mountain
With a guitar on her lap
Her she strums speeding down Arizona
She called me from Placitas & said spread the news around
Her she strums - she’s sick of being a loner
Our Espy’s coming home - yeah she’s Chuco bound
Her Dad drives her crazy - he’s a Juárez boozer
She’s got a new baby brother - he can play on her computer
While she babysits for free & swipes on her phone
Siri texts papis stuck at home
A buncha lame-o emoji abusers
Our Espy’s moving back home
To the Cumbia side of the map
East of the star on that mountain
With a guitar on her lap
Her she strums - she’s filling up in Mesilla
She’s picking up Little Lisa & then she’s ready to throwdown
Her she strums - toodles Altadena
Our Espy’s coming home - she’s Chuco bound
Our Espy’s moving back home
Back to the star on that mountain
With a guitar on her lap
Here she strums
Here she strums
Here she strums
Our Espy’s Chuco bound
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Halo
03:56
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Halo around the world
Curse upon the land
New bloom on the rosebush
A kiss in quicksand
Mothers hide your babes abreast
Fathers bar the door
Band the drums - stutter in tongues
The whole planet’s at war
I know why the mountains are black
Why shepherds dive for pearls
Oh dread oh dream mine eyes hath seen
The halo around the world
The queen preens in her castle
The king chokes on a spoon
From dusk til light all down the night
The stars chase the moon
I think it’s time we fly now
Grab my hand & we’ll be skybound
Halo around the world love
Saturn sheds her rings
On Easter Sunday in old Rome
The blind angel sings
He slithers an ancient zithered air
A sad bedraggled tune
While all around the Vatican
The stars chase the moon
Halo around the world
I think it’s time we fly now
Grab my hand & we’ll be skybound
Let’s spread our wings at least to try now
I think it’s time we fly now
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Neverday
03:12
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The sun shines bright on Neverday
The moon glows her light like a gamma ray
We hum the Earth & we strum the stars
It’s cold as New York & it’s hot as Mars
We deadbolt our doors & we creep inside
We sleep all alone to keep the world alive
We dream our life away
In the land of Neverday
We LOL & we OMG
We BLM & we’ll BRB
We roll our eyes & we grind our teeth
And all zooms last an eternity
As March turns April to May
And the weeks pass with nothing to say
We dream our life away
In the land of Neverday
Our smiles are all fake from hiding tears
We don’t touch our face even to dry our tears
We got your heart & we’ll keep it safe
You can fall apart on Neverday
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Downtown’s on fire- suburbia’s adrift
Headshop vampire - blacklight boho bliss
On your soul a movie screen - black & white cartoon
Smoke a 90’s cigarette - let’s make out under the moon
That lady had no eyebrows - we met at Dada club
X’s on our wrists - by last call we were in love
She reeked of Patchouli & rode the back of the bus
She’d prowl the empty mall & cry behind Orange Julius
I heard she died a virgin death with a rosary around her fist
Every heart must play its part
All the world’s a kiss
I sleep with the kitties & wink at the flower bums
I stroll the filthy city & sing what the day strums
They say she was a Doula for children of the dead
Up in San Rafael where no one skips their meds
That lady had no eyebrows - I can’t stress enough
Teardrops on cheekbones - crank called life’s bluff
Oh little Hawaii girl don’t you slit your wrists
Aztlán loves you too much for you to flip a lid
Oh little Goth girl my angel in black lips
Every heart must play its part
All the world’s a kiss
Cemetery photoshoot - fliers for your gig
You pluck D minor all night while cappuccinos hiss
We kept in touch every twice in a while
Years turned to eons & touch fell out of style
Sometimes I miss that lady with no eyebrows - I wonder where she moved
I lost the pulse on you baby I hope you found your groove
Oh little Goth girl I swear you stole my soul
You took my reverb pedal but all’s fair in Rock N Roll
In your hands a summer song - melodies in the mist
Every heart must play its part
All the world’s a kiss
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David Garza Los Angeles, California
David Garza has been making his mark since 1989 when he emerged from the fertile Austin, Texas music scene with his inimitable blend of glam rock, Latin folk, and blues. As a prolific genre jumper, he has broken cultural and music industry barriers while building an enduring catalog of compositions for live music, theatre, and film audiences. ... more
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