Brazil

Brazil

by Alan Lewis Silva

Released 02/29/2016
Lusitone Records
Released 02/29/2016
Lusitone Records
The active ride on lyrical songs merges with the active mind of "Caring," inviting you to explore imagination's array. Download the $1 digital album on CDbaby.com.
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ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY ALAN LEWIS SILVA
All songs copyright © 2016 by Alan Lewis Silva


1. Brazil

It was in November
When the rain came pourin’ down
In from the back
Of the life I found

One day goes by, and then the
Rest of your life

Is lost to the prison
Of your job and your wife

I’d never have suspected
There was so much to lose
My best days are behind me,
And I got those walkin’ blues

Well, maybe, senhora,
There’s something to find
Brazil, Brazil, Brazil, O—
I got you on my mind—

The Waters of March
Should be comin’ by now
From Rio to the ocean
And all the border towns

The last day of summer might have—
Might have just passed by,

But the palm trees are swayin’
Every day in my mind

I’d never have suspected
There was so much to lose
Until my best days were behind me
And I got those walking blues

I said, “Maybe, a menina,
I’m not chained like death to time”
Brazil, Brazil, Brazil, ho, ho,
I’ve got you on my mind—

Sing a song for me,
Senhor Carlos Drummond Andrande
Sing a song for me,
José de Alencar—

I gotta see the Amazon
Even if I die in a swamp

I gotta swim the South Atlantic
Even if I waste my time

I’d never have suspected there was
So much to lose
Until my best days were behind me
And I got those walking blues

I said, “Maybe, a menina,
I’m not chained like death to time”
Brazil, Brazil, Brazil, ho, ho, O,
I got you on my mind—


2. Brown Eyes

Open your brown eyes
See just who you are

Take me to your willow tree
Beneath the evening stars

You talk a lot about
Getting’ older makes you feel different

I wish it never ever made us get bent

Red brick wall,
Red brick wall,

A-readin’ your letter,
Leanin’ on a red brick wall

Plane’s leaving in the mornin’,
Goin’ off to Europe

Makes you feel a little lonely
I regretted it

It’s hard to find those same
Brown eyes anywhere,

Even when I came back here,
And I was looking at ‘em
I stared

These aren’t the same brown eyes,
Not the same brown eyes

More sadness,
In the same brown eyes…


3. By the Light of the Moon

Feelings
Of peacefulness
By the waters of mineral baths,

I’m liking a lazy task
To write my notes and drink my flask

The dog on the leash
Barks at the cat
In the dying afternoon

The stars come out,
Trotting down
The stratosphere

By the light of the moon,
By the light of the moon

She sleeps
With hopes of lucid dreams

Her beauty is sketched
By silken seams
While reflection of her beams

By the light of the moon,
By the light of the moon

Many years and waiting lines
Are caught between
The promise and its time,
Like in past and future minds
Of a silly mood

I’ve got my hopes unfurled—
I’m a boy, and you’re a girl
We float into a beautiful world

By the light of the moon,
By the light of the moon

My heart
Is filled with hope,
Hope for the fair,
Feelin’ my plans,

For just as love endears,
It makes itself clear
It causes a stand
It’s meant to expand

Will you love me while you wait?
I’m loving you as the morning breaks,
Or do you want me
To ride on the next wave?
By the light of the moon?

By the light of the moon
By the light of the moon
By the light of the moon…


4. California Authors

He’s the California Author,
Thinkin’ of his ancestors:
Bret Harte,
Mark Twain,
Joaquin Miller,
Androse Bierce and his tattoos,

Robinson Jeffers
Livin’ on the coast,
Drinkin’ beer,
Buildin’ towers,

Feelin’ his power
Not far from John Steinbeck
And Henry Miller in Big Sur

Show us the way
Through the air-conditioned nightmare

Show us the future:
Kenneth Rexroth;
Amy Tan

Feelin’ like Peter Pan in a movie
Is good enough for me,
I will be groovy


5. Caring

What do I care

If she’s foul or fair,
If her perfume
Comes from the neck’s nape,
If I can’t escape?

What do I care
If she’s foul or fair?

Dream of me

Dream of me
If it’s brokenhearted love
Or the worlds that disagree,
The wounded turtledove,
Sympathy
On the bed rug

Dream of me

What do I want

If it’s just
To trace her lines,
If it’s a woman or an image
That is
Enslaving my mind?

The motions are made
The territory is divided:
Hers will be this
Yours will be exiled
Does anybody care?

Dream of me

When the pain cuts your heart
And you don’t want to deal
With people’s deadly faces,

Dream of me

The dawn has risen,
But the sun marks no change
What pleases you now
Won’t please you
Yesterday

Dream of me
Baby, dream of me


6. Cat’s in the Well

All that I could do…

Cat’s in the well (Say it strong)
Cat’s in the well

Wolf is lookin’ on down
And sees the cat meow

Cat’s in the well
Cat’s in the well

Saw that goin’ so fast like
A hare in the arctic sun

Cat’s in the well
Cat’s in the well

I had nothing but paint on
All the clothes that I wore

Cat’s in the well
Cat’s in the well

And then you go back to San Francisco,
And it’s rainin’ outside

Then you find yourself
The thing you thought you missed,
And it warms you inside

Cat’s in the well
Cat’s in the well

And then it’s the Fourth of July
How quickly the time passes by
Light your firecracker, Son
Don’t look into the Sun

Cat’s in the well…


7. Cement

Concrete in the subway,
The blue lights in bloom
You step into that cavern,
And then you watch the train move

Make a turn,
Take a step,
And then you’re outside at dawn

It’s cruel to live now,
Now that you’re gone

The taste of Honey
Is not so sweet
Not like it was then
Not like you to me

Red bourbon in the window
Cigarettes in the air
…Smoke upon the flowers
And dust in your hair…


8. Cement City

Cement City,

There are so many cars
Inside you,
So much concrete and smog

There are so few trees
Beside your dirty streets

The highways are your veins
Your eyes are the streetlights
The business of your body
Is another residence

The Authors claim the beauty of your lonely afternoons
With office work,
Homicide, and schooling

The fire of your past is burning
The concrete of the clothes you’re wearing
Opens up your future…
It opens up your future,

Cement City
Cement City—
Cement City—
Cement City…

A nation lives inside you
Comin’ from a billion places
The energy on your breath
Of radiation
Conceals your mission

To surrender to the world,
The world of your body,
Which spirals into hills
And mansions
Thirty miles from poverty,
A nation lives inside you
You can hear them speaking,

Cement City
Cement City—
Cement City—
Cement City

I wish you were me
I would ride the crest of a wave,
And bathe in the ocean,
And watch the children play,

And clean up the pollution
And make the factories run easy,
And give the people
Their hearts back,
And open up the cage

Of the future of humanity
And present another view

Where what one believes
Is ready and handy
And enough
To make one free

I want it to be perfect:
A perfect world,
A perfect body,
A perfect soul

Cement City,
Are you listening?

Cement City—
Cement City,

A nation lives inside you
You can hear them speaking

There are so many cars inside you
So much concrete and smog

There are so few trees
Beside your dirty streets

Cement City—
Cement City—
Cement City—
Cement City
Cement City
Cement City
Cement City
Cement City…


9. Changing the Guards

In the evenin’ I was feelin’
Like a soldier with no sword
The Moon was reeling,
And I was reekin’
In the stench of the war

War is goin’ to egress
Spanish is a lovin’ tongue
Kiss my defects,
My mystery lips,
And I’ll make love from the door
Ohm,

So, reconvene at night,
And in the evenin’ you’ll be right
That the changin’ of the guards has finally come
The changin’ of the guards has finally come

It’s finally come, ohm,
It’s finally come

There is no order
In the house of the master
His pedigree is ending

He’s just another
Lonely wrecker,
Convinced that he can
Raise the living

There is no kindness in the lair of the hydra
For a serpent-head,
Love is miasma,

And for the dictates of falsity and ignorance,
The changing of the guards has finally come
Oh, the changin’ of the gods has finally come

It’s finally come
It’s finally come

In the evenin’
I was feelin’
Like a hero in a macho car

I drove all night
And into the daylight,
Lookin’ for the signs that don’t exist

They say that you could cure amnesia:
Join a séance in the streets of New Orleans,
Grab a couple of slaves
In Bodega Bay
And watch out for the pirates of your doom

Um, drink the rum from Jamaica
Because your life won’t matter
If you can’t escape the stain and the essence of decay,
Unless you confront the perils of emotion,
The old gods will never change

You’ll be a traitor by name, a victim, and insane,
And the lie of slavery will be good service
Your life of slavery will be good service

So reconvene at night, and in the evening I’ll be right
That the changin’ of the guards is finally come
The changin’ of the guards has finally come
That the changin’ of the gods has finally come
That the changin’ of the gods has finally come
That the changin’ of the gods has finally come


10. Coal Mine

Workin’ in a coal mine
Workin’ in a coal mine
Workin’ in a coal mine
Losin’ my mind…

You say, “Son, you better get up
“Go to the back of a pickup truck
“You’re gonna go up. Then you’re gonna go down
“Then you’re gonna be the King of the Coal Town”

Workin’ in a coal mine
Workin’ in a coal mine
Workin’ in a coal mine
Losin’ your mind—

They say, “Girl, come over here
“You’re the queen of my atmosphere
“I’m covered with dust. My lung’s all black,
“But your love’s gonna give me a heart attack”

Working in a coal mine…
A-workin’ in a coal mine

I don’t like the trees
They’re too damn tall
All the proud motherfuckers
Gotta cut ‘em all

They go up,
And then they go down
To make the room
For the Coal Town

Working…
Working there…

I’m outta luck now
Got no dime—
Got no friends—
Got no time

Workin’ with a hammer,
Workin’ with a pick,
Workin’ just to
Get rid of my nervous itch


11. Comfortable Lover

I eat buttered bread in the evenin’
I swim in the oooocean all day
I take off your clothes
When you want me to
I don’t have much need to complain

I’m a comfortable lover,
Soft and sweet with my time
I don’t hesitate
You know that…

I get along fine

My love is like a treasure
Because it’s hidden away

I won’t deny I’m your hostage
Because I am your slave

I’m involved with leisurely livin’
And drinkin’ champagne,

Sailin’ on a dream boat,
So have a nice day

I’m a comfortable lover,
Soft and sweet with my time
I don’t hesitate, you know,

‘Cause I get along fine


12. Coming Back to You

I woke up in the morning
I tried my shirt
I left in the mornin’ with my shoes

And now I’m comin’ back,
Comin’ back to you

Because you kissed me,
And when you kiss me
O-oh, when I see you,
When I see you

Which leads me
Back to
Coming
Back to you

Let me unfold,
My love
Let me unfold,
My love, oooh


13. Coppertown

It was rainy all day in Coppertown
The red sun set
A day that never came

From the east to the west,
Arching over the crest

Of Coppertown—
Coppertown

Listen to the bells of the clock tower
Hear the steel, singin’ shells!
As the ringing of wind chimes floats!
Did she come by bridge or boat?

Coppertown
Coppertown

Would familiar streets decode
Stranger grins and moans?
Hillock or dale in a human step,
The click-clacks cease
An open letter to the sidewalk reads

To a profile on a window,

“Christophine,
“I need a cow in here
“I got the drum set back,
“But she kept the cow bell”

Look at her face
A cow is great
Baby, baby,
Baby, baby, baby

I want to play in the meadow
Kine of kindness,
Kine of concern,
Build a fire
To water me down

Coppertown,
Coppertown
Coppertown
Coppertown
Coppertown,

The shops stare out blindly
Into avenues of wastin’ water
Without feelin’
The dogs bark into the sounds of steps
Mounting
To a door upstairs opening
A plate hits the ground—

A songbird flies
Over rows of cement
For vision and sound
Where antennas erupt,

Where you and
I might lead
Into seeds we fall

Underground
Where the people go
Down in the ore,
Making their names

Up from the base
I climbed,

Coppertown
Coppertown
Coppertown

He wouldn’t tell her of vaults
Or hearts of stone
Or bein’ undone

There’s a pearl in the oyster he gets,
And she isn’t your sister,
Domestic and dull

In Coppertown

Lucky star,
Lucky icing on cake,

He got the blues to create
Blocks from streets of drowning pigeons,
A thunderbolt
Sends a message:
“Tonight a pig’s getting cooked
“With a crown on its head,”

And the snakes go to bed

In Coppertown,
Coppertown

Coppertown


14. Crazie Crazie

I am just a crazie crazie
I don’t know if it’s food
That I’m eating,
If it’s the earth that I’m viewing

The sign says one thing,
The world another,
But you can see I’m owning
An event I shouldn’t bother

It’s just me, baby:
There is no other

Life is jail that frees
Me
When I need my stretching
For my own protection
Against defection
Recollection

Birds are not serpents
Although they both are shedding

Don’t think about it. You must act,
And when one is with the other
There are no take-backs,

Baby, baby,
Baby, baby

O Dame Liberty,
I am just a crazie crazie
I wish for what I want
The good need the living
To play for a part

In the drama that’s been broken,
That’s being woven
I am just a crazie crazie—
The one and only

The Irishwoman’s been sowing
A green sweater,
And a two kittens
She saves for me
To wear with the mittens

They ply between my face
My fingers ruffle them gently

I am very awake,
And I don’t mind the faucet dripping
Because all these facts are slipping
Away, away…

I am just a crazie crazie
Maybe, baby


15. Cream Ship

I’ve got the blues you can’t understand,
The extent to which
I’ve fallen from this
Distant plan

There’s an undercover man

It is me in the mirror
I’m under covers all the time

You paid me for my opinion
Yes, you did,
But my opinion
Was just a scarecrow on a stilt,

And you were making dry whisky
From the water of my tears

Add a little rehash,
And then you walk along all
With seagulls on piers

Well, I’m walking down the road

I’m doing what I just
Been ordered to do

So I said
To the lizard by the postbox,
“Why are you lookin’
“At me?”

It’s imagination
Its imagination,

A kind of therapy…

I was the sacred hunter
In the fields of Elysium
The first navigator
Of uncharted waters,

I saw the Cream Ship comin’ to the river
From the place where the trolls live
They were hairy and distorted
Their smell was extreme,

Extreme me,
So extreme…
I had a sin of jealousy
With the trolls

Well, I will tell you a story
That I will reveal
Concerning the hearts
That I had to steal

One was a sweet,
Little buckskin broad
She lived in the city
I think was
A little bit too tall

Others are from all parts of the world
I got a harem in Japan,

Tokyo


16. Crimson Cow

The crimson cow moans…
The sharp-shooting pigeon blows…
This twisted jackal moans…
The pied millet-keeper grows…
The loom-weaver knows…
The secret camel has toes…
The hoof of a sheep shows…
The butterfly’s
Wings flow…

The moth loves the light
The owl hunts at night
The mouse in the field
Loses sight
Of
The hole of the burrow

Repeat this song twice:

The crimson cow moans…
Sharp-shooting pigeon blows…
The twisted jackal groans…
The pied millet-keeper grows…
The loom-weaver knows…
The secret camel has toes…
The hoof of a sheep shows…
The butterfly’s wings flow…

The moth loves the light
The owl hunts at night
The mouse in the field loses sight
Of the hole in the burrow



ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY ALAN LEWIS SILVA
All songs copyright © 2016 by Alan Lewis Silva
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