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Teenage Summer Days

by BRAZZAVILLE

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Take me to Magura To while the years away The tinkling of the cowbells And smells of drying hay The rainfall in the mountains Will wash away my fears And all the foolish things That I’ve done throughout the years I grew up in the city Not far from East L.A. With rows of dusty palm trees And millions of freeways Traffic jams and cholos And perverts in the park And teenage girls who sold Their little bodies after dark So take me to Magura…. I’ll plant a little garden Take up astronomy And search for supernovas In neighboring galaxies I’ll go to bed by midnight And wake up with the dawn And play my old guitar While this sad world rolls along
2.
A rainy night in June The girl from Vladivostok’s in her room She’s layin’ on the bed Chatting on her laptop with her friends And through the open window There’s a breeze And fog rollin’ off the sea Mercury and starfish in the bay A rusty ship sails away With a devushka from Vladivostok Our funny little lives We show up here with stardust in our eyes You get here on a train It takes about a week but that’s OK And through the open window There’s a breeze And fog rollin’ off the sea Mercury and starfish in the bay A rusty ship sails away With a devushka from Vladivostok
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Down on Pico and Fedora Back in 1983 All the cholos on the corner Hid their pistols in the trees El Funny Clown lived off of Sunset On a street called Benton Way There were blood satins on the sidewalk But the rain washed them away On the mean streets of L.A. All those teenage summer days We took the bus way down to Venice Went bodysurfing in the waves Staring out at the horizon On those teenage summer days On the mean streets of L.A. All those teenage summer days My daddy was a trucker Hauling freight 12 hours a day Sometimes he’d take me down to Vernon Or the shipyards in South Bay On those teenage summer days On the mean streets of L.A.
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His daddy used to drink And knock him round the house And tell him he was weak A sorry little mouse Mamma tried to help him But Daddy was too strong And in the morning he was sorry But it never lasted long But that’s all over now Everything is said and done He was skinny for his age He was his mother’s only son He went and joined the army To get away from home He thought maybe it would help him Teach him how to be strong But they sent him to Fallujah Where he met a roadside bomb And the last thing that he thought of Was how much he’s miss his mom
5.
They’re downsizing John’s department His hours got cut But he does the best he can And who’s the richer man? He picked up some work on Tuesdays Mowing the lawns at a high school in Arlington And who’s the richer man? Oh oh oh oh oh (3x) Who’s the richer man? Charles made a lot on Wall Street He’s got a house on the beach And goes jogging in the sand And who’s the richer man? His girlfriend’s just out of high school She looks like a model And she’s got a lovely tan And who’s the richer man? Oh oh oh oh oh (3x) Who’s the richer man? And some they say That love’s the only thing That drives the fear away I knew guy who took his life With 30 million in the bank When you’re laying down to die And there ain’t no one to love you By your side And who’s the richer man? John camps with his son on weekends They fish in the river And eat baked beans from a can And who’s the richer man? His wife likes to watch Sopranos She eats bowls of ice cream Fries bananas in a pan And who’s the richer man? Oh oh oh oh oh (3x) Who’s the richer man? Well Charles doesn’t see his kids much They live with his ex And he gets ‘em on odd weekends Who’s the richer man? His girlfriend is off to rehab His stocks took a tumble And his drinking took off again Who’s the richer man?
6.
Koreatown 1983 Summer morning sitting on the sidewalk with his friend Concrete cool under his legs Rolling clove cigarettes out of butts he’d been saving Driving out to the desert with Jennifer Finch Taking loads and marveling at the silence Next day on the 10 He never felt so depressed Inland Empire freeways covered in black skid marks The scars of countless accidents Is he going home again? He’s never going home again No no no no No no no no
7.
Winter’s here again I’m full of fear again The money’s running out And Christmas is coming soon I sold my amp again To pay the rent again The credit cards are full And I’m getting’ older Maybe I’m foolin’ myself And it’s time to leave this old guitar High up on the closet shelf They came to turn the gas off yesterday And the kids’ll have to leave their school If I can’t find a way to pay I’m on the road again So far from home again Chasin’ up a dream That feels like it’s come and gone A new hotel again Jetlag and CNN The rain’s comin’ down And I’m washin’ clothes in the shower
8.
A l’Istanbul l’any pasat Vaig somiar amb Montserrat Va caura un meteorit Mol brilliant al cel de la nit A la Barcelona La meva Barcelona A la Barcelona Estimada Barcelona Va vola per sobre l’Eixample Cuitadella i carrer Ample Els esglesias i els mercats I les hortes del Llobregat A la Barcelona… Va vola per sobre els Catalans i també sobre els inmigrants Els okupas i funcionaris i la gent de tots els barris
9.
Palm Springs 03:42
Isabel says that She don’t need diamond rings No house in the hills No weekends in Palm Springs She just wants a guy who’ll Love her and won’t beat her all the time Is that too much to ask? She works everyday for A family by the beach The glow of the good life Seems so out of reach The hours on the bus and The dealers on the corner by her home It’s so hard to face America alone And Isabel says that Maybe she’d be better off back home South of the border In the shadow of a bright green volcano There isn’t much work there And her father likes to drink more Than he should But there’s a boy there who loves her And he’d treat her real good Sunday she’s free and She spends it in her room She shuts out the city The danger and the gloom She reads gossip websites And chats with her beloved back at home It’s so hard to face America alone
10.
I never liked the morning sun It shines a light on all the damage that I’ve done The happy people waking up to start their day Birds singing in the trees everything’s OK But nothing’s right for me I ain’t been to sleep in almost 3 days I never liked the morning sun The cigarette burns and the ashes on the rug And all the empty places where you used to be In the bathroom or in bed lying next to me Now I’m here all alone With a dirty old robe and a wide screen TV Sunday afternoons They always end too soon For daydreamers like us The pale winter sun The northbound 101 A smoky Greyhound bus I never liked the morning sun It makes it hard to face the man that I become Maybe next time ‘round it’ll all turn out OK And I’ll show up as a fireman or a sage Or surfer who’s fearless on giant waves Or just another Joe with a wife and a home And a kid on the way.
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Hotel Devman 03:50

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BRAZZAVILLE Barcelona, Spain

Born in the Summer of Love to a Jewish mother and a Canadian father, David's attraction to exotic climes was nurtured at an impressionable age by his father, a trucker, with whom David rode shotgun while he hauled shipping containers from the ports of San Pedro to the Southern Pacific train yards.

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