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There’s a small hotel in Mexico City
Where the locals take refuge for the night .
Where the whores and the hustlers carouse in the hallways ,
Asking a stranger for a light .
He mumbles “ lo siento, I never did smoke”
As he fumbles with the key to his room .
And the old hotel bellhop is asleep in the corner .
Propped up by his corn stalk broom.
And their spirits are as dim as the lights in the hall.
And as worn as the carpet on the floor
And their dreams are as distant as a failed revolution,
And Pancho Villa doesn’t live there anymore .
In the cantina below, the tequila is flowing.
Spent limes litter the floor.
And the bottles of beer are lined up on the bar top,
Like toy soldiers marching off to war.
The air is rancid and filled with smoke
As a dog begs at his feet .
He looks down in pity at that skin bones.
A fellow scavenger off of the streets.
Then the lights go out ,and panic ensues ,
As they wonder if the power will be restored .
Then a match is lit and there is an apparition ,
Of Pancho Villa , who doesn’t live there anymore .
He stumbles through the streets of Mexico City ,
Wreaking of beer and gin
Cursing out loud the ghostly assassins,
Who committed the original sin.
And the crowds stream by in a blur of compassion,
As he struggles to avoid their eyes .
And his heart is heavy as he thinks of the suffering,
And of the wretched , and he cries .
As he wiped his tears with the stained soaked sleeve ,
Of the only shirt he wore .
He sees in the faces of the children around him .
Pancho Villa who doesn’t live there anymore .
Like an old movie reel, his life passed before him .
With edited cuts on the floor .
As he listlessly lay on his bed in an stupor,
Like a body washed up on shore
And the characters danced around in his head.
Lively scenes from long ago tales.
When his words unfurled like waves on pages,
And talented winds filled his sails.
Then he wondered if the hustler, who just had robbed him,
Had bothered to close the door.
And his dreams were as distant as a failed revolution
And Pancho Villa doesn’t live there anymore .
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My Better Angels
04:25
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My Mama said she always worried about my drinking ways .
She warned me not to follow down Daddy’s road.
But my weakness and desires clouded up my thinking days
Though I knew the path I’d travel on, would bear a heavy load.
Living with the bottle is often painful.
But I never found the way to quench the thirst
I always tried to find ny better angels,
But the devil, he always found me first.
I abandoned and disappointed all those who mattered most.
Choosing to indulge in my reckless ways.
So now it's Mr Solitude, who welcomes me as host.
And drinks with me through endless nights, squandering my days.
Living with the bottle is often painful
But I never found a way to quench the thirst
I always tried to find my better angels
But the devil, he always found me first.
The bottle is always half full, but I see the glass half empty.
Shouldering the old man’s wretched curse.
But maybe one day, with the good Lord’s help,
I might find that Land of Plenty.
Where I’ll never have to worry if things will get much worse
Living with the bottle is often painful
But I never found a way to quench the thirst
I always tried to find ny better angels
But the devil, he always found me first
You miserable old bottle
You know, I'm going to beat you yet
And on that day I'll cease to be your slave .
Then I will raise my glass one last time, to a blazing red sunset.
And let an empty, lonesome, midnight train carry me to my grave .
Living with the bottle is often painful.
But I never found a way to quench the thirst.
I always tried to find ny better angels,
But that old devil, he always found me first.
I guess I let that devil find me first.
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The Moon Won't Fall Down
03:41
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A moonless sky lets the stars shine bright .
So wish upon a star , it could be your lucky night .
And if Mother Nature decides to be your friend ,
You might find a treasure at the rainbow's end .
Like a traveling circus saved by its clown .
All will not be lost if some are found .
So have a little faith and stand your ground .
And don't worry , the moon won't fall down .
One bad apple won't upset the cart .
And you won't be heatless if you have a heart .
And you know that babies don't grow on trees.
And though the moon is yellow , it's not made of cheese.
Like a traveling circus saved by its clown .
All will not be lost if some are found .
So have a little faith and stand your ground .
And don't worry , the moon won't fall down .
So dot your i's and cross your t's
And if you ask for something , be sure to say please .
Be kind to your friends and show them that you care,
If you have a little extra , make sure that you share .
Like a traveling circus saved by its clown .
All will not be lost if some are found .
So have a little faith and stand your ground .
And don't worry , the moon won't fall down .
So when you hear the raindrops at your window at night ,
Tucked under your covers, pulled up tight .
Let the sound of the falling rain lull you to sleep .
And have pleasant dreams , ah but not too deep.
Like a traveling circus saved by its clown .
All will not be lost if some are found .
So have a little faith and stand your ground .
And don't worry , the moon won't fall down .
So don't worry , the moon won't fall down .
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Love Me Tonight
03:59
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Heartaches and laughter and magical moments.
Colors that fade with time.
Memories are fragile and they’re hard to hold on to.
Like clouds drifting ‘round in your mind.
And it’s hard to think back when you stand there before me,
With both love and anger in your eyes.
Something inside me says I still need you,
But I think I’m just a little bit too high.
But if we could stand it for just a few hours,
Knowing that we’ll never get it right.
We can’t go back and we’ll move on tomorrow.
But would you come home and love me tonight?
Would you come home and love me tonight?
This could be a joke, but nobody’s laughing.
We’re a couple of teary eyed clowns.
We each thought we had somewhere else to be going to,
But found ourselves hanging around.
Waiting for someone to make that first motion,
To forgive and forget the past.
But maybe there’s something that we’ve both forgotten.
That something that just couldn’t last.
But if we could stand it for just a few hours,
Knowing that we’ll never get it right.
We can’t go back and we’ll move on tomorrow.
But would you come home and love me tonight?
Would you come home and love me tonight?
Instrumental Break
Now I don't pretend to have all the answers,
Standing on pretty shaky ground.
But there must be a reason that I'm still out searching,
For the one thing that I hoped I had found.
The more time goes by, the fonder the memories,
Replacing the lows with the highs.
But isn’t it strange how the heart well remembers,
The things that the mind denies.
But if we could stand it for just a few hours,
Knowing that we’ll never get it right.
We can’t go back and we’ll move on tomorrow.
But would you come home and love me tonight?
Would you come home and love me tonight?
Would you come home and love me tonight?
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Stretching His Range
04:38
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Watching from his bed as he blows out the perfect smoke curl.
Waiting for the spark to ignite his reentry into the world.
The sun sneaks through the curtain,
Tingling with remorse.
Which night was last,is uncertain.
Struggling with his compass to set a new course.
He’s stretching his range.
Stretching his range
Stretching his range and free falling.
Waiting for his luck to change.
Swirling in a haze of dreams, deflecting present sorrows.
Reflecting on the “could have beens”,
Deflated by the tomorrows.
But night will soon be falling.
Sweeping up the loose ends.
And the demons, they’ll be calling.
Embracing and ensuring him,
That they’re long lost friends.
He’s stretching his range.
Stretching his range.
Stretching his range and free falling.
Waiting for his luck to change.
Like a traveling one ring circus,sneaking out of town.
Staying just ahead of those that want to shut him down.
Separate the bad from worse.
Burst a cloud to shake the curse.
Watch the kite glide slowly to the ground.
Trying to strike a balance between nothing and inertia.
Thinking back to what it was, he first came here in search of.
Watching as the last one, staggers out the door.
Ah, this one too eludes him.
He may have lost the battle,
But there’s still the war.
He’s stretching his range
Stretching his range .
Stretching his range and free falling.
Waiting for his luck to change.
He’s stretching his range.
Stretching his range .
Stretching his range and free falling.
Waiting for his luck to change.
His luck to change.
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