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Hastings Street

by BRAZZAVILLE

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1.
Intro 00:40
2.
Londres 03:29
Juan says she’s a funny kind of girl Who sits on rooftops to escape the world She smokes her cigarettes and keeps a journal Dreaming of the day she’ll fly to Londres She lives with her folks in East L.A. She goes up to Hollywood to hear bands play She listens to Smiths cassettes and Robos with her friends on Friday nights Killin’ time ’til the big flight And she’ll leave all the smog behind As the 747 starts to climb away In the big sky And the Virgin Atlantic life Will banish all the fear and all the strife As it takes her to Londres Some cholos shot Flaco yesterday His wife has a little baby on the way Last night she heard helicopters It seems she hears them Every other day C’est muy mala suerte
3.
He smacked her ’round one last time Sunday She called her friend, said let’s run away Rooftop sunrise Sweet 16 Her cigarettes and her dreams La la la la la la la la love is the answer They headed north up the coast one day San Francisco or bust she’d say We’ll find some boyfriends And drink some wine And I’ll forget him in time La la la la la la la la love is the answer
4.
Old Folks 03:23
So far away, so like a dream A cup of tea with powdered cream Or comet dust and subway steam Or 3 kilos of mangosteen Ayaaah ayaaah mangosteen An airport lounge in Amsterdam A summer rainfall in Japan Your cowboy hat, your lovely tan With you I’m such a happy man Ayaaah Ayaaah, a happy man I hope one day I’m old with you We’re holding hands like old folks do With knobby knees and funny shoes Yeah, that’s the future I would choose Ayaaah Ayaaah I would choose
5.
Last night I had a dream That you were done with me The sparkle in your eyes Had all but gone You told me ’bout a guy That you chanced to meet on a crowded street Who made you feel alive Made you feel whole It only hurts when you’re far from me It only hurts when you’re gone I’m such a sub-standard human being I’d never make it alone I want to let you know That you’re my everything If life is like the night Then you’re my dawn My morning in July My favorite melody on an empty beach My winter by the fire My midnight sun
6.
In a city by the sea I think of all the things I’ve tried to be It’s raining at the beach And I’m feeling all washed up at 33 Oh no! They say it’s lonely at the top But there’s nothing quite as sad as sleepin’ rough (I was) just lookin’ for relief Now I’m feelin’ all washed up on Hastings Street I’m feelin’ all washed up on Hastings Street Oh no! Salt wind wash over me Blow my sins to the distant galaxies 10 years of smuggling And I land in the depths of Hastings Street
7.
Jean was a heartbreaker in her day Carefree and dancing the night away Then she turned 41 oh oh oh Had her moment in the sun oh oh oh Now she eats all alone And talks to her best friend on the phone She wakes up at 6:30 everyday And heads off to work at the Blue Cafe But the money’s not enough oh oh oh And her clothes are lookin’ rough oh oh oh And her car needs an alternator When will it all let up And her single apartment’s closing in Her loneliness won’t give way All the girls on the TV look so thin And she’s already turnin’ gray And the guy that she met on the internet He turned out to be a creep She says, “God I’ve got so many dreams to share, If you’d send me a good man to keep.” At Christmas, she flies out to Illinois She treasures the time with her sister’s boys She was unlucky in love oh oh oh Now the years are catchin’ up oh oh oh And at 3 AM sometimes it’s just a little too much
8.
Night Train to Moscow Say good bye to the Petersburg sun The half light of winter afternoons long gone Pancakes and mushrooms Tea with the hookers at dawn The TV is warning of a coming storm Come lay with me Hide me in your arms And sing to me Of all the other sailors Their promises, flowers and champagne And in the end Life’s just a Sunday morning Night Train to Moscow Be kind to your loneliest son There’s frost on your windows but your heart is warm
9.
Interlude 00:40
10.
Lagos Slums 04:11
He’s had bicycles and sons He’s had salted fish and dark rum Now his days are almost done In the Lagos slums He was a farmer for a while Growin’ plantains by the coastline And some said he had a smile Like a movie star La ah La ah ah ah (He) met his wife one Friday night At a dance hall near the train tracks And his heart soared like a kite In the evening light (He) worked the oil fields once Saved some money for his family Built a house near Eden’s Point Where they raised their boys La ah La ah ah ah He says it’s hard to be a man Who works and still can’t feed his children But he does the best he can In the New World Plan We’re all forgotten This road leads nowhere
11.
17 03:16
Take me to your house And show me to all your family I don’t care about The fool that it makes me seem ’cause I know that you’re 17 And I’m just an aging dandy The world is light and dark And we live in between When I was a boy I wandered the streets of downtown Staring at the sky And feeling that I didn’t belong In a world where the gentle seem wrong And teeth get knocked out on Sundays I lay down in the shower And make it go away This fading world My lovely girl And I know that you’re 17 And I’m just an aging dandy The world is light and dark And we live in between
12.
Saturday night he was gone That’s what she said to her mom Honey, he’s trouble, he’s a bum Try to forget him, move on It’s strange how the years come and go When did I turn 34 When did my habits take control And drain all the light from my soul But mom, when the pain is gone And you can’t go on And the lonely days seem like decades It’s only hard drugs fulfilling me I’m lost on a summer’s day Half a world away From the little girl that you cherished My faded black jeans My sunburnt face
13.
Left Out 03:11
lead vox – David Brown guitars – Kenny Lyon bass – Josef Zimmerman drums – Joel Virgel-Vierset sax and trombone – David Ralicke trumpet and Fender Rhodes – Mike Bolger backing vox – Kristen Rajterowski and Erica Garcia violin – Josh Segal
14.
5 a.m., here comes the sun I hope I’m not the only one Alone in an automobile Passed out in an asteroid field Summer’s gone, my fall’s done come Those sparkling days when I was young Seem lost in an automobile Passed out in an asteroid field
15.
Dark Eyes 03:50
Lay down over here, Pal It seems it’s getting late Look up in the sky Wild parrots in L.A. The sun is coming up soon It’s time to go to sleep There’s a heavy rain approaching It said so on TV Love Sky I’m lost in your dark eyes Your beautiful glow makes clear That things will be alright The years flow by like water That’s rushing towards the sea And our little lives, so fragile Are rounded by the sleep The cities rise and crumble We all die cozily There’s a heavy rain approaching It said so on TV

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released April 11, 2004

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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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