Manuelina

Manuelina

by Alan Lewis Silva

Released 02/29/2016
Lusitone Records
Released 02/29/2016
Lusitone Records
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ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY ALAN LEWIS SILVA
All songs copyright © 2016 by Alan Lewis Silva


1. Manuelina

I see you, Manuelina
You are just
You are just a woman
In a new world

I see you, Manuelina
Do you know who I am?

Do you know what will become of us?
We will all fall down like leaves in the fall
Yes, us all

Do you have an answer to my question?
How old will we be
When we realize what we’ve left beneath the ocean?

I can see you smiling
Beneath your bitterness and rejection
I can see you loving
Once you get past of being done


2. Manzanita

I’ve gathered all the flowers
In a white bouquet for you
And I’m sitting at the windowsill
Watching them wilt at noon
My eyes watch the manzanita grow
As I daily die,
And I’m staring through the glass a little depressed
As I wonder why

And women seem to say
How did you ever get this way?
Get up
Hey, you, get up

I’m walking through the meadows
On a cold winter day
Thinking I used to be a happy man
Before the pain
Now so much for romance
I’m thinking of love
Thrown to the ditch
I’m finally done

And friends seem to say
How did you ever get this way?
Buddy
Hey, buddy, cheer up

I stopped at the counter
To talk with a girl I knew
I said, “Hey, babe, what’s love?”
And “How do you do?”
She said that it’s not easy,
And once you finally catch it, it moves
And these are the same California
California blues

And I have to say,
“How did I ever get this way?
“Come on. Come on. Wake up”


3. Maria Notebook

Smoking in the cold, cold autumn air
Risin’ people don’t know me anywhere,
But maybe in spring you’ll come back
And give me turtleneck sweaters, which I lack,
And I won’t be going down, down

A jet plane passes through my ears
I pretend this is Rome in the languid years
You’re my sweet Italian
The autumn passes. Maria is dead,
And I’m just going, going,
Goin’ down, down

When summer comes, I’ll be in New York
You can act like a tourist, and I’ll eat your shirt
Well, what could be better than sitting on a park bench,
Sittin’ on a park bench, hopin’ Cupid will pass upon it?
The gothic arches and pencil-neck suits goin’ ‘round,
And we’re lookin’ like they’re desiring your knowledge,
Knowin’ all about it,
So I’m going down, down, down


4. Mary Jane Ruby

Mary Jane Ruby,
Dark hair on her neck
Oh, Mary Ruby,
Hair on her breasts,
She says
She’d be married by now,
But she doesn’t want anyone to know
That she’s feeling alone

Mary Jane Ruby
On the footsteps
Carrying a bottle of shells,
Trailing
Through the tangled fauna,
Passing,
And she’s a pure vision
She doesn’t believe
What white caps mean
On the sea

She stays
She wants to live in a castle
She stays
She wants to fall in love,
Ah, she stays
For something she has no idea of

Mary Jane Ruby,
Dark brown hair, brown eyes
A-hidden on the rocks
She testifies
She says that livin’ life a virgin
Ain’t so bad,
And she doesn’t need anyone
To hold her hand,
But she’s feeling just as wasted
As the waves on the sand


5. Maybe Next Time Around

In the shadow of a tower,
I listened to a clock
It told my love to wait there,
And I made myself a rock

Now the stepping stones are mountains,
And I’m stranded in a town,
Thinking this will work out better
Next time around

Give my ear to the teacher,
No words, no song,
There’s more to life than strings
In the net we’re tied along,

So I’ll plant my seed of freedom
And then I’ll cut it down,
Thinking things
Will work out better
Maybe next time around

Oh, to be alive
And a servant of the day
With an albatross to bludgeon
And a price I can’t unpay,
And let’s go see the sunrise, baby
You can wear the sunlight’s crown
We’ll be back in the water sinking
As the day goes down

There’s a fox in the henhouse,
A Christ on the wall,
I wish one day that he’d come down
And save us from it all

But I’ll have to labor,
Take my solace from the ground
Thinking things will work out better maybe
Next time around

A silver moon is spinning
I can’t talk; it’s too intense
Just the other day,
They built another fence
Well, I’m tired of this commotion
All the good things are goin’ away,
Thinking things will work out better
Maybe on the quay

Now, I can focus on what’s happening,
Or I’ll focus on the past
While the yesterdays are mounting
In this season of glass

It might be what I’m looking for that’s shiny,
Or what I’ll just find,
Or maybe it will be better
Than the life inside my mind

Seasons pass. Lightening goes
Thunder can be heard
As it rolls, rolls, rolls

Where the poison frogs are living,
Where the carnivorous lizards are lurking
Maybe in your bedroom
I will find myself be rewarded

For saving this sacred ground,
But it may have to wait until later
Next time around


6. Mayflower

Sitting on the Mayflower ship
Everybody’s gotta give a shit
Headin’ for New Jerusalem

Tom is crying; he’s at it again,
Always complaining that he’s got no friends
A tourniquet armband around his head
The Indians fought again
They thought he was dead

Leaving off the Mayflower ship,
Dropped the anchor—
That’s the best part of it
I sing it here and now before I decline:

I was aligned to the northern sky
I was aligned to the northern sky,
But now I’m just here on the earth
At least until I die

The Last Supper was on my mind
I’m thinking, Will we fare much better
Than the Inquisition this time?

Sittin’ on the Mayflower ship
Everybody,
Everybody talkin’ ‘bout the New Jerusalem
New Jerusalem


7. Mayflower Ship

Sitting
On the Mayflower ship
Everyone
Wants a piece of it
Talking about the New Jerusalem

Poor Tom is crying; he’s at it again
Always complaining that he’s got no friends
A tourniquet armband, a grotesque chin
He thinks that the Indians won’t want him

Leaving from
The Mayflower ship
It’s either here or there
Or the plague with you
We dropped the anchor
That’s the best of it

Ghosts of glory hide in the pines
To the ghost of treason, I was aligned
I was aligned
To the northern sky
To the crimes of reason,
I lost my mind

You better learn from the Mayflower ship
The cross and the sword are the most of it
Talking about
The New Jerusalem

My last supper is on my sleeve
Just another white man with a mangy disease
That’s the pilgrim
Inquisition in me

Sitting
On the Mayflower ship
Burning it down, that’s the best of it
Just like Cortez with his boats
And heading for the New Jerusalem, mmmmm
The New Jerusalem


8. Mela Me

Dirty me with promises
Peace and lovely
Hold me around your arms
Kiss me sweet kisses
How I like
They spoke that you love me
I need that you…
I need that you dirty me

Formal or informal
It’s not fatal
It’s easy

Dirty me the same
Dirty me, O the same
Dirty me in the stars
I lived in the sky
I walked in the land of the true cross

Speak to me
What there are
Defined lands
Very defined

Dirty me with promises
Peace and lovely
Peace and lovely…

Dirty me, my love
Hold me to my friends


9. Mental Wizards

I see a people
In their white coats
Writing equations on the boards
They are the mental wizards
They are the bright keepers

The mental wizards
Will shine on you
The mental wizards
Will find you

La la—

They keep the plants green
They keep the breezes
They know the seasons
They have a future in a text
They make themselves comfortable

Mental Wizard,
Come see me
Mental Wizard,
You know it’s time
The fish are floating in the cherry wine

She said that if I
Was a little bit more healthy,
A little less complicated,
I would know the duty,
The high end booty

Mental Wizard
Mental Wizard
Mental Wizard—


10. Miss You

I met you at a party
You had
A special way you looked
With your glasses like an artist’s
And your hand
I never shook

I’m just a million miles away,
But you might ask me if I’d love
Twenty-six flowers tied by a ribbon,
But you don’t even want a hug

A———, you made me wither and die
Like an earthworm
Because I waited too long
In the pre-dawn
And my soul burned by a fire
And my spirit washed down by a storm
Made me miss, made me miss, Miss You

I got no hope to live for 40 wives
I’ve barely won
I could harvest easy answers
With the signal of my thumb

You’re somewhere in a picture
Making good friends with the sun
A victory for you is an altar wet with blood
You might ask me if I’d love

A———, you made me wither and die
Like an earthworm
Because I waited too long
In the pre-dawn
And my soul burned up by a fire
And my spirit washed down by the storm
Make me miss, make me miss, Miss You

You want a letter
To make your laughter
A little easier


11. Mistakes

Went to Tennessee
Found my friend

Oh, I went to Tennessee
That was the end

Oh boy, it was


12. Mountain Stairs

I know a spot
Where the daylight sings
I know a place
Where the zephyr swims
Come with me
If you want to have a good time
With some wine and some music

Everyone will be there
Waiting for you
Waiting for you there
By the mountain stairs

I want to show you
How it wanders
When the path
That you take fails
And everything that you ask for is granted
By a genie behind a veil

Well, give me your hand little lady
You say you don’t have one to give
That it’s been taken by the butcher
Who preserved it with a sieve

And you don’t know where you are
By the mountain stairs

When the rainbow cuts across
To the other part of your memory
When the rain and tears have passed and gone,
Will you then call me on
As you sacrifice your pawn
By the mountain stairs?

Well, the baby is dancing with the seraphim
The woman that makes little angels
And when you memorize your etiquette
We’ll take you to the lost isle
Enchanted by people that use whispers
Trying to hide what’s been said
As if no one could hear them when they find out
That they raised the living dead

And it’s a long way from home
But don’t forget that you are mine
And don’t forget that you must love me
If you want to save your mind

Everyone will be there
Waiting for you
Waiting for you there
By the mountain stairs

Everyone will be there
All waiting for you
Waiting for you there
By the mountain stairs


13. Mudville Turkeys

Mudville turkeys
In stark everyday fields
Sweetened by hayseed
And sugar cane
Wet grass
Tree trunks alone
And then you
Happened by
And my eyes
Emerged
On the white
New light
Of a mudville dawn
Resonating with strange promise
A mudville future

Think of me in Lisbon
Since I offered
More than one good intention
Though in apprehension
Of hope
You criticized me
Making me look like an idiot that
Couldn’t lose
So I grabbed at the air
And lost my sense when you gave me up
With no illumination
That
I tried
With more than one good intention
To love you

Picasso’s brain, tigers
Bayonets, symbolism,
Dali’s
Sensibility of melted dreams

We must be mad enough
To staple our lives to spears
Of worry
And bad design
Trying hard not to eat shit

Beacon gas station,

She lays it straight,
And I am sad
Feel bad
To know
She turned the offer down,
And
Fears marriage, marriage, marriage
Like a premature burial


14. Musical Sound

Will we keep talkin’ until the dawn?
Will we wake with up with our clothes still on? (Shah la-la-la)
Will we be pure to each other and gone? (Shah la-la-la-la-la)
Will we return every beautiful charm?

Here, take a seat (Where we meet)
Give me your hand (From the street)
Show me your hair (Take it down)
Tell me where (O musical sound!)

A sensitive plant in the garden grew
(And the young winds fed it with silver dew),
And it opened it’s fanlike leaves to the light
(And it enclosed them in the kisses of night)

La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la

Musical sounds are the coins in the cup
Visual splendor is the flowers untouched (Here we go)
Promises made to persevere (And we sing)
Sparkles a holy tear

Here take a seat (Where we meet)
Give me your hand (From the street)
Show me you care (Take it down)
Bring me there (O musical sound!)

And the spring arose on the garden fair
(Like the spirit of love felt everywhere),
And each flower and herb on earth’s dark breast
(Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest)

La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la

La-la-la

O musical sound (Musical sound)
O musical sound
O musical sound (Musical sound)
O musical sound
O musical sound (Musical sound)
O musical sound (O musical sound)
O musical sound (O musical sound)
O musical sound (Musical sound)
O musical sound
O musical sound (Musical sound)
O musical sound
O musical sound (Musical sound)
O musical sound (O musical sound)
O musical sound (O musical sound)
O musical sound (O musical sound)
O musical sound
O musical sound (O musical sound)


15. Mystery House

I live in a mystery house
Twelve exits in, no entrances out
I live in a mystery house

She drank the blood
Where wore a flaming dress
I was strengthened by her worthy quest
There was no stain, no doubt, no clothes
Anywhere about
She said, “My sweet,
“They will never know”

She showed me the light in the devilish night
Presenting
Her badge,
And she read me my rights:

“You have the right to a judge,
“The right to be free,
“You have the right to my heart,
“But you must love me”

I live in a mystery house
Twelve exits in, no entrances out
I live in a mystery house

The music echoes down the halls
Where the paintings link
Along gilded walls
The world is your oyster
You have all you need:
A guitar and a life care-free

So, come anytime and visit
I’m near the end of the street
Love received me
When I was
Doing my thing

You can be a conqueror
Or an interpreter of dreams
In the land
With exotic fruit by the sea

No need for a passport
Because that’s not allowed
You must earn your way,
And she must moan loud

I live in a mystery house
Twelve exits in, no entrances out
I live in a mystery house


16. Mystery Illness

It happened yesterday
My head began to ache
My body was reeling
I had to shake
I got a funny feeling
‘Bout the mystery illness

My friend got the plague
Did I get it from her at the lake?
Mystery illness…

Well, the day doesn’t matter to me
It’s only the night that counts
I been walkin’ ‘round in circles
I play deaf and dumb to myself

And nothing gets accomplished,
So they say
But I got a feeling that I
Got to stay
Mystery illness…

My friend got the plague
Did she give it to me at the lake?
Mystery illness
Mystery illness

Feels like I’m locked in a prison,
But maybe it’s just a belly-ache
The door beam looks like it’s moving
I hope forever isn’t today

I’ll see how it goes
Will the water flow?
Out of the faucet?
‘Cause I’m thirsty!

Mystery illness
Mystery illness



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