Kevin Ayers ALIVE IN CALIFORNIA BOP CD 002 the legendary British singer/songwriter in fine form, with full band backing, during his rare US visits in 1993, 1998 and 2000
ANOTHER UMBRELLA 11 albums of space guitar ambient loop music recorded between 1980 and 1991 featuring Richard Derrick (guitar, drums) with: Crane - bass, keyboard (004, 007, 010) Emily Hay - voice, flute (009) Paul Roessler - keyboard (013) M. Segal - percussion (010)
Richard Sinclair LIVE TRACKS (released on Sinclair Songs, distributed by Box-O-Plenty) favorite gigging moments from the 1990s, plus an unreleased Caravan track from 1976
Ese, what's going on? You know something? I found good tamales in LA! But the other day I had chorizo and eggs that made me vomit. Normally I like this sort of thing--not vomit, but chorizo and eggs. We don't have good breakfast places here. I want to go to the real LA and have breakfast with homemade salsa and tortillas!
In ancient times, the gods one day came down from the sky to sight-see planet earth in their flying cigar. The excited people came out all dressed in their fancy Sunday clothes and pleaded for candy and toys with their out-streached hands. But the gods shrugged their shoulders and made the same hand gestures back at the earthlings as if they didn't have any (yeah, right!).
The gods at that point could hardly contain their laughter, so they mockingly waved and raced away leaving a ton of cigar ash all over the welcoming party as if they were an ashtray (the gods, it seems, have an "out there" sense of humor).
Note: This story is based on the oldest records known to mankind (Sumerian). Mind you, these were the same gods known for having created mankind in a test tube years before (Alien + Monkey DNA Cocktail = Man.....we're the supposed "Missing Link" between "Alien & Monkey").
Of course the earthlings were very grateful to the gods for having created them. But the earthlings at the same time had a slight problem with the concept of having been created only as slaves for the alien's gold mines (the alien's planet's atmosphere needed gold dust to protect it).
Therefore, man was "not totally" created in "god's image" (more like a "slave's image"). But hey, it's good to let "bygones be bygones" (like, let "gods be gods," "dogs be dogs," etc.").
Headline News: Monks Robbed On Roller Coaster Ride!
What's the world coming to? Is nothing sacred?
What a sad commentary of our western culture when a group of traveling monks from the Far East get robbed at gunpoint (see gunman in the back cart) on their trip to a local U.S. amusement park.
I hope these guys sue the park for everything they have due to their lack of security for the trauma they endured instead of the fun they deserved.
And what about the dummy gunman, like monks are known for carrying lots of cash on them. Yeah right! And besides, no one could ever steal the spiritual treasures that comes from within :)
Hey ice machine, you cut me....thin line....Cut!
A big scissors....Cut! A cut-loose....Cut!
Well there's tension we're talking about machines
It's true you know they prove it by math everyday.
Narrator: Is this freedom?
People: No!
Narrator: Is this democracy?
People: No!
Narrator: Is this equality?
People: No!
Narrator: What do we want?
People: Freedom!
Narrator: When?
People: NOW!
What is peace to the people who work the land and die in wars?
And it was learned in a game that was played by us all.
Who held the top of the hill from the rest was called the king.
And I can't believe it all was good for humankind.
Is it peace to point the guns? Is it war to fire the guns?
We would run with all of our might push the king off to take the hill. And to learn who was king and who makes the better serf.
I can't believe it all was good for humankind.
And I have to read the lies between the lines.
Believe in this we are part of a whole we call the earth.....
Working on the edge, losing my self-respect for a man who presides over me, the principles of his creed.
Punch in punch out 8 hours 5 days, sweat and pain and agony on Friday I'll get paid.
This ain't no picnic......etc.
Hey mister don't look down on me for what I believe.
I got my bills and the rent. I should pitch a tent.
But our land isn't free, so I'll work my youth away.
In the place of a machine I refuse to be a slave.
CORONA
The people will survive in their environment
All the dirt, scarcity, and the emptiness of their south
Injustice of our greed the practice we inherit
(Improv) What the hell is the United States doing in Central America? I don't fuckin' know!
I could see it in her eyes there on the beach
But I only had a Corona five cent deposit
NOTE: The second song is not "Beacon Sighted" as sighted. I could not find which song it was (they wrote so many :) If anyone knows, relay it to me, for I came up with nothing in my web research with the lyrics that could be heard.
THE ONLY MINORITY
Black or white
Red or yellow
Green with might
Filled with fright
What I see
What I feel
What I taste!
Own the land
Work the land
Fight their wars
Think we're whores
Who they are
What they are
What I hate
What I feel
What I taste
BADGES
We don't need no badges
We don't need no stinkin' badges
CHEERLEADERS
It takes a round a count onto the sea
Will our nation grow?
Prosperity may last
What are we all declined to see?
With our heads in the sand
We might as well be dead
And here we have the sonny on the line
And the chilled ground is taken for a lie
And they have only to find it
If all they knew they might as well be dead
And here we have the bodies on the line
Every true ground be taken for a ride
And they have only to find it
If all they knew they might as well be dead
Can you hear them they call your name?
Can you hear them the lives they take?
Do you have to see the body bags
Come down the plane?
Just a little bit...just a little...just a little bit too late.
And the Cheerleader cheers on their fight
And on the side line feel the players sweat
And I wonder what they see
All the rallies will never set them free
Can you hear them they call your name?
Can you hear them the lives they take?
Do you have to see the body bags
Come down the plane?
Just a little bit...just a little...just a little bit too late...etc.
LOST
Lost on the freeways again
Looking for a path to an end
Nobody knows which way it's gonna bend
Lost on the freeways again
Stuck in the alleys again
Out of the saddle and into the deep end
I'm getting tired of living in this land
Lost on the freeways again
I know there'll come a day when you say you know me
I know there'll come a time when no one owes me nothing anymore
Stuck on the freeways again
Lost on the freeways again
I know there'll come a day when you say you know me
I know there'll come a time when no one owes me nothing anymore
