On View of the Rear

On View of the Rear

by Alan Lewis Silva

Released 03/01/2016
Lusitone Records
Released 03/01/2016
Lusitone Records
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ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY ALAN LEWIS SILVA
All songs copyright © 2016 by Alan Lewis Silva


1. On View of the Rear

I’m in a fine buildin’
Where it’s live
In a fine place,
Just a gallery large,
With the fine women
Helping me drink the wine
It’s just like fishing on a line

On the view of the rear,
The way that you are working is very clear
I must be crazy to you it seems
I must be crazy to you it seems

The way she appealed to me
Was just a fit,
Or at least what
I think has happened to it
As I was walking
Through the crossroads,
Man tried to cut off my toe

I’m in a fine building
I eat buttered bread
I make it look easy
Because I fixed my head,
And they say, “There he goes now
“He’s got something in store
“For the right women
“When she opens up his ancient door”

On view of the rear,
The way that you’re working is very clear
I must be crazy to you it seems
I must be crazy to you it seems,
Living these dreams: living these dreams

I must be crazy to you it seems,
Livin’ these dreams: livin’ these dreams


2. One Next Door

Lala la, la

Went to the ocean
I stood on the beach
I saw the waves breach
From the east coast
To the west coast
From the sunrise
To its demise

I love a glorious God
I love a glorious God
I am loved by Jesus the Son

I can outrun
I can’t give up
The race is not won

I want to go there
I want to go there

I went to the ocean
I brought my guitar
I saw the girls
Go into the bars
I saw the young man
With a book of poems
In a dream I had

I am here
I am the young man
My destiny
Is at my command

The romance is
Here
The California
Pier

Juts out over the youngest
The fishin’ men cast their nets
I’ll be leaving
My song is bleedin’
I can’t stand this place
Anymore


3. Only Waiting

Well, if you want some help
I’ll help you
And if you want a lover
I’ll be a lover for you

I’m only waiting…
I’m only waiting…
I’m only waiting… for you

If you want me to go
I’ll go away with
If you want me to stay
I’ll stay with you

I’m only waiting…
I’m only waiting…
I’m only waiting… for you

Well, we’ll go down to the ocean
Where the lovers roam
Let’s swim in the water
Where the old people never go

And if you say you love me
I’ll always remember
Even when I’m tortured in a dungeon
In the very bleak December

I’m only waiting…
I’m only waiting…
I’m only waiting… for you


4. Out the Window Baby

I saw you out the window, baby
You were dancin’
I saw you out the window, baby
You were dancing

Nobody can love like I will can
Nobody can love you like I will
Nobody can love you like I want to
Nobody can love you

I saw you out the window, baby
You were singin’ a song
I saw you out the window, baby, yeah baby
It won’t be long

I hear your pretty voice
Soft and low
Glowin’ primrose

I want to give you a hand
I want to give you my body
I want to give you my hand
I want to put a ring on your finger
I want you to have my children

Ain’t going nowhere
Ain’t nowhere left to go
I don’t know when I’ll be back
Will you be by later?
Amen

I want you to have my children
I want you to be my wife
I want you to be with me
Remember
For my life
For your life

I was standing on the stairwell,
I was looking up
I was standing on the stairwell,
I saw a cup
You put my ring into a coffee cup
You threw it at me
You stood on the stairs
I saw that you threw it at me

The ring that says that I love
The ring that says I care
In a coffee cup
Why a coffee cup?

I saw you standin’ by the window
You were lookin’ in
You thought that I was with another
Please, don’t begin

You wonder why I’m weird
Well, I wonder why you’re weirder
You wonder why I care
I would be more careful

I told you, “I want you to have my children”
I told you, “I want you to be my wife”
I asked you what that means
You said, “I don’t remember”

You were lookin’ through the window,
Seein’ if I was with another woman
Lookin’ through the window,
Seeing if I was with another woman

Don’t you want to hear my song?
Don’t you want to hear my song?


5. Owl and a Couple

Owl
And a couple of
The birds drumming,
The mountains humming

The mice are running

The shadows are
From a pyramid into
The great abyss
Where shadows live

I want to give
You one of my kisses
I want to show you
Where the silver is found
In the center of the Moon

With arms folded,
Your eyes seek
The light
Of the candle torches
Your feet
Are at an angle
Your toes
Are itching


6. Paint Spill

Sky-borne birds fly through the heavens
Artist glares at his empty rooms
Lovers touch the soul in their fabric,
Magic clothes of skin and perfume

They mold the future for all
Order waxes from hearts
Gremlin stares of inhibited creatures
Monkey from the trees to the bar

Paint spill!
Paint spill!
Paint spill!
Paint spill

Delible markets hark to the suburbs
Easy makes the safest prey
Tetrameter ain’t no hexameter
In Debbie’s arrangement of sedan

I see the secrets of ages
In myself I’m the witness of it
In Socrates’ art catastrophe collapses
No evil can be medicine

Paint spill!
Paint spill!
Paint spill!
Paint spill


7. Palace of Love

I woke up
In a pool of my own blood
And headed it out
For the Palace of Love

There is a woman there
She gonna bathe me. She’s
Gonna cut my hair

And if you don’t see her,
Come back to me
I’m handing you something
It’s not eternity

There’s a red dress in the window
And a green chair on the lawn
Take me to your willow tree
We can be vagabonds

“Don’t get funny,” she says
“This isn’t your farm”
But that’s not what I mean when I
See the dawn

The mangy dogs are howlin’,
And the hoof beats pound
There ain’t nothing left to steal
From the shantytown

Take me to your castle
Fortress of sticks
I said, “I’m burnin’ for you, baby”
Like a candle wick


8. Paradise Café

I saw you as you walked into
The Paradise Café
Your head—was wet—with rain,
Your feet covered in clay
I overheard you say
That you finally seized the day
Woah, boy, what
Happened to you today?

Paradise Café is
A good time when you’re down
Just two blocks ahead
And a mile underground
The seats all smell like pussy
Don’t forget your mass
It’s the best place
Oh, it’s the last

There’s an old country singer
Passed out on the floor
He used to be famous
But not anymore
They’re telling the owner, “You better
“Go call the morgue”
“Wait! No, I’m still alive—”
And they’re closin’ the door


9. Patches

What would I give
To be young again?
The things I know now I wish I knew then

Oh little baby, please don’t cry
We’ll always have to wonder why
Oh, no
I have been patched, so now I’ll go

The mortuary raises its
Nose to the sky
I’m pointing to an empty cup fillin’ up my mind

They give you nothing
When you’re stranded on a line
I’m doing bad, but at least I’m doing

Oh little baby, please don’t cry
We’ll always have to wonder why
Oh, no
I have been patched, so now I’ll go

I was working at the lumberyard, cuttin’ on a deck,
Shelterin’ my reluctance
Of my best bets

And when death comes—
Gonna kill me last—
At least I won’t have to think of what I did in the past

Oh little baby, please don’t cry
We’ll always have to wonder why
Oh, no
But I’m patched, so now I’ll go

Looking for the flowers in the old creek bed
I think I’m lonely, but it might be in my head
Umhmm

Oh little baby, please don’t cry
We’ll always have to wonder why
Oh, no
But I’m patched,
So now I’ll go

What would I give to be young again?
The things I know now, I wish I knew then
Uh uh,

But I’m patched,
So now I’ll go


10. Paths of Relocation

Time you might be leaving
Don’t forget your coat
The train leaves at nine
It’s time. You gotta go

Well, nothin’ will protect you
There’s no victory
Just a lie that you’ve been living
Changed irrevocably

Well, gather up your trinkets
And all the things you know
You’ll find that what you got
Won’t let you go

Well, where are you going in Nashville?
Where does the horse lead?
I’ve heard the paths of relocation
Aren’t quite free

It’s so quiet tonight
It’s as if everybody knows
The rumors that the brake man’s been spreading
That we’re on a traveling show

Well, your long-lost companion
He told me that,
Quite auspiciously,
The more this train runs your life,
The less you need its company

The clouds fall on the river
A rain chokes the air
Well, everyone’s mistaken it’s
Distortion everyone

When roused by momentum
The shrill rail calls
It’s voice in the wilderness
You hear it through the walls

Paths of relocation
Paths of relocation…
Paths…


11. Pay My Dues

I’m hanging on the edge
Give me the ladder step
I’m too high
On this English building

I crawled the labyrinths
I solved the puzzles
I found the roles,
The archetypes in history

I put on my shoes
I’ve to greet the world,
Got to pay my dues
I gotta navigate this ocean

Oh, give it to me
You’re hidden in a sense
The jewels I invested
In my youth, I gave them to you

Just like Robin Hood,
Giving to the poor,
Stealing from the wealthy,

Except that I’m just mobile,
And I don’t take from nobody,
Except that I’m just a shoeless incompetent
With a swollen tooth

I crawled through the jungle
In the southern hemisphere
Where the stars were so much brighter
I thought that made them more real

But they’re the same
As anything else that comes at night,
Driftin’ away come morning,
Givin’ you that bad advice

Climbing on the horse,
I sailed away
To Scandinavia
I thought I’d be a Viking


12. People Need to Move

People need to move
They need to follow the range
They need find their lives
Defined by exotic rains,
Where the silence of mysteries
Glides along the edge
Of a history that is better left unsaid

People need to move
People need to move

Where animals are mighty
Where territory remains
Where you can follow the ghosts
Of the sun’s stay
Diagnose the world
Discover a pure creation
Because there’s time for love
Even though you’ve got to go…

People need to move
People need to move

People need to move
If they still want a chance
To see the castles
That they thought
Never advanced
The myths that they thought were lost
Are alive in another country
The sound piece of wisdom
They thought was gold
Is the same
That’s told them never to go

People need to move, people
People need to move


13. People Really Don’t Know

Gonna tell yo’ a story ‘bout a dream I had
When I was three and I talked to my dad
I said, “Dad, where do angels come from?”
He said: “They come from the Heavens, son”

Another idea I had when I was five
I said, “Dad, when does it mean to be alive?”
He said: “People really don’t know
“Come on, get outta the snow”

But I had my suits, and all that stuff,
And I had my boots, and all that stuff,
And I was building a snowman
No friends
Mama cookin’ Spam

Philosophize that, my friend


14. Peregrine Wine

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Do what you can
Do what you must do
But realize how the struggle moves
You want the kingdom in an hour
A strong hero in the midst of his power
Not the crumbs of your fault
Not the crumbs that love you

You have your pageantry
You tell me lies after you’ve hid,
But you realize
What’s happened to you

I’m going,
I’m going,
I’m getting on

Apollo can offer you the world
Snap good fruit from the soil
But what’s the meaning of your peril
Doesn’t he really want you?

I packed my things
I’m by the crossing gate
Where there’s a toll and bridge
I could pay it and go
If I had no reason to stay

I’m going,
I’m going,
I’m gettin’ on

But when you come back to me
You’ll sing my praises happily
Yes, when you’re with me,
You’ll say it’s because you loved me
Because you believed in me
The only reality
Because you believed in me

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Peregrine wine tonight
Above my ceiling another floor
Where strangers are dancing
And they’re closing doors


15. Pessoa’s Dream

Pessoa knew that love
Flew, the same love that Henry Miller drew
In water color myriads,
Love that never knew pyramids
In the sun
Or gems,
Or maybe did
Of course they did
And those hearts they kid!
The arrows split them,
And love even hid
In Cervantes’ Quixote’s horse’s bit
Love shall tower like the Açores

Love is the weight of you,
Out of the stem you cut,
Out of the shape you shift,
Out of the swords your words
Love chemical
Harmononic
Glove
Know that whatsoever of poets you shove
Know what it is

For every sweated tear of mercy and decline,
I sing a song
For you to prod it from the past
Lisbon’s earthquake is the old man’s trembling hand
That grasps your own
And entails something for you that cannot be done


16. Photograph

Well, once there was an old lumberjack
He lived in the woods in a spellbound
Little house
With the wounds of love on his chest

Well, it’s in the cold northland
Where this happened long ago

Something turned him into gypsy
This deepened his soul

When his bright-eyed young lady
Felt her life go along
Below the skyways of timbers,
She told him she’d be gone

“I know,” he said
“You’ve been thinking of leaving”

It went to the wayside
His bitter mind
Took to debase her

And forevermore he would never leave
With any judgment of degrees
About
The inside being kept in
And the one who wanted to love and be free

And on the frontier horizon,
Red banners of sunlight blazing,
He left like Moses,
And the bush was
Blazing,
Parkin’
His way in the oven


17. Pinto Corvere

Watch out for the black keys
When you’re playing piano
You know I love the black keys
Don’t tip the scale

An unbuilt city
Casts not a shadow
I like the measures
Of outcasts and battles
I believe in the streetlights
Of real love

Would you believe?
Would you believe?
Would you believe?
I don’t think so,
Pinto Corvere

There is glory
For a ship on a sea travailing
Where you are,
You don’t have to worry
Anymore


18. Pinto Corvere (Live)

Watch out for the black keys
When you’re playing scale notes
Don’t tip the scale
You know I love the black keys

Would you believe?
Oh, would you believe?

An unbuilt city
Casts not a shadow
I like the measures
Of outcasts and battles
I believe in the streetlights
Of real love

Oh, would you believe?
Would you believe?

I thank you
Violent men sought my life
There is glory
For a ship on a sea
Travailing

Would you believe?



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