Tell Me You Will

Tell Me You Will

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. Tell Me You Will

I was born in Montana,
And I been around
Yonder I rambled as a ramshackle tower
When I came from the war

I have been hurt by love,
But good is good,
And it grows—

Now tell me you will
Tell me you will

My sunshine, my sweet,
As you drink from my cup,
Look up at my one good eye
I have returned again
To complete my life,

So tell me you will
Tell me you will—
Be the one
To make me happy

I’m sorry in advance
If I make you cry,
But I
Can help you if you’re sad
Some skin is missing from my leg—
Some hairs are gone from my head,
But the pieces fit with you,

So tell me you will
Tell me you will
Be the one
To make me happy

I’m dyin’ by a fence
The birds will eat
The worms will crawl
Over the grassy knoll
After children in the mall

You know what to do
You know what to do…

So tell me you will
Tell me you will


2. Telling the News

People,
I hear you
I hear you got the blues

I got the solution
I’ll tell you the news!

People, I will tell you the news—


3. Thank You, Lord

Thank you, Lord,
For the beauty of my soul
Thank you, Lord,
For the light of my life

Wisdom through error,
The promise of a lovin’ wife

Thank you, Lord,
For love—
Thank you, Lord, for the majesty of love

I was tangled and tortured
I’m still confused,
Very confused,
But how can I express the debt I owe?
For you answerin’ my youthful prayer?

Thank you, Lord, for love
Thank you, Lord,
For the majesty of love—

Thank you for the good times
When I was a fine flower
Withered on the vine
Sentenced to an open grave
When you gave me sunshine
And the waterin’ rain

Clouds of sorrow, breezes
Pollinating care,
Some call it tenderness
Anywhere and everywhere,
Showin’ me love
Anywhere and everywhere,

Thank you, Lord,
For love—
Thank you, Lord, for the majesty of love

Many times in my life
When I was at the dead end
You saw me in strife
Like a candle burning from both ends
Oh my, it does burn a
Sacred light

Thank you, Lord,
For remembering me
With the power of your might—
Called love

Thank you, Lord,
For love
Thank you, Lord,
For the majesty of love


4. The 8th Man

Bones lie in a graveyard, chained
To the frost, and I
Can’t help feelin’
That I am a little lost

‘Tween these rows of trees
And out beyond the field
Time keeps spinning on
With fate at its wheel

Lost myself in the city,
Starin’ at the neon lights,
Standin’ outside a café singin’ songs
For you in the night—

Ōm—

I’ve been put on my side
To free the other,
But with all these thoughts on my mind,
They’re puttin’ me under

You said you’d think of the stars
If, maybe, you could keep them burning,
So I watched the distance, baby,
And wondered, Are you living?

Crossed into the canyon
As the daylight lingered by
And came between
The grey walls of stone in the valley wide—

Ōhm—

Well, I’ve left the saddle
To leave this ghost and ride on out,
And I’ve cast some footprints,
Ponderin’ what life’s about,

But the sorrow could drown an ocean
Ever since you left
I feel like a madman has come and
Put this world to death

Spent the night in a sleepin’ bag,
Mumblin’ the name
Of my love
As I dreamed ‘neath clouds back in the rain—

Ōm—

Darling, I’m singing this ramblin’ song
Just for you
About all the feelin’s
And changes you put me through,

And it has destroyed me,
And I can’t take any more
I gave you a weak heart,
Bloodied, at your door

Chopped a tree in summer
And watched the bower fall,
And I picked up
My small axe and set it cleanly on the wall—

Ōmh—


5. The Boxer

A fireball bubbled up
From the boilin’ spring—
Baptized me in fire
When the huntin’ begins,
Draws out the seams in the sore—
From the punch in your mouth
Returns you to your center
When you’re talking about it

What happens when the boxer
Faces away?
What turns can be expected
When he’s going your way?

Did you ever
Want to be the boxer?
Did you ever want to be the boxer?

Well, it’s easy—
All you got to do
Is be the settler
And then get—
Get hunt by someone
And reproduce your kind

Did you ever want to be the boxer?

Well, if you like to work for hire
And not be inspired,
Find the spire of the boxer!

Did you ever want to be the boxer?
Be the boxer?


6. The Captain and His Lady

The boats along the bay
Are waiting to be filled
On the day of thunder
When the deluge floods the hills

Pirates pillage gold
They vote
They drink cachaça from a can,
But it’s not for me
Oh no—
I don’t understand

On the turquoise waters of the reef
The waves glide gently as they breach
The seaweed on the beach
Smells like silicone candy
The clouds are puffy and white,
And then comes the night

For the captain and his lady
For the captain and his lady

At night he tells me stories
Of his marine journeys
Of squids as big as vans
And children’s hats in bellies of sharks
Believe what you like
They’re all just stories—
I’ll ride my bike

For the captain and his lady
For the captain and his lady
For the captain

His lady speaks a language,
And she ain’t simple
He would like to catch
An octopus for supper
Could he use the ink to write?
A song by candlelight?

About the captain and his lady
For the captain and his lady
For the captain and his lady


7. The Eyes of Mexico

There often go the days of wonder
And nights of longing waiting
For the damsel
With silliness and loveliness
Whose seriousness is shelter

Golden are the hopes
Of sea waves roundly cresting
The life I see living
In the eyes of Mexico

Now I know the sayings
I flee from troubled wisdom
That drinks from the well
Of hermetism

I rang the bells in abbeys
For the buried dead
While the cripple
Took up their beds

I ring the bells in abbeys
For the buried dead
While the cripple
Took up their beds
And healed the lepers

I rang the bells
While the monsters lay me down,
Yet
The lepers restored my ears in thunder

There often go the days of wonder…


8. The Gifts of Heaven

I see the wheels
Rolling down the track
I see the wheels
Turning down the road
I see the bicycle wheels
Moving down the path
I see the wheelchair
Rollin’ down the road

In the supermarket
Surrounded by aisles of shelves—
Too many products,
Too many choices

Is this good for me?
—Well, it won’t kill you
Is this good for me?
—Well, it won’t harm you
Is this good for me?
—You know it’s right for me

I am I
I look through the windows
Watching the wheels move

I am I
I look through the windows
Watchin’ the people move

I can see
People all over the world
Through a window
On the computer screen

I can see the people
Joining their friends
In their phones
In the palm of their hands

Is this right?
Is it good for me?
I am I,
And I just want to warm up
To feel the heat
Of the fire
Of the Holy Spirit
To be covered
By the blood of Jesus

That must mean that I’m unsound
You know I can be delivered
I can deliver you,
But I need a partner
To help me with this,
To help me with this,
To help me with this

Can you breathe out the air
Before you breathe it in?
Some things you got to give up
And let them go
Before you can take in
Something new and good

—I can’t take the job
(Because I have a job)
—I can’t move to this town
(Because I have a town)
—I can’t go to your school
(Because I finished school)
—And I know everything

I don’t think
That I lack much
I think that I
Have what I need
And that I can provide for me

With the help of the Lord—
I can provide for me:
My children that I don’t have
I can provide for my wife
That I don’t own

Would it be weird if I bought you
For fifty shekels of silver?
If I convinced your dad that I am good?
That I’m that good?
Can I quote him Bible scriptures?
Can I pray to the Lord above?

I can do one and maybe the other
Or maybe not
Dear Lord,
Hear my prayer

Forgive me my trespasses
As I forgive the trespasses of others
Lead me not into temptation
Deliver me from evil
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
In Earth
As it is in Heaven

What a beautiful thought
To make this world
More like Heaven

The gifts of music
Are heaven-sent
The gift of love
Is also heaven-sent

Amen


9. The Missing Body

I’m a tomb without a body,
A foundation with no stone
A corpse returns,
And a circle will be done—

You gotta run, run, run,
Run—run, run—

The king lost his valor
With the secrets of the age
The woman seeks a goddess,
And the altar has no sage
Give it back to me
Because I’m an author with no page
Golden vanity,
When there’s no body, no decay

You gotta run, run, run,
My pyramid son
Run—run, run—

“If there’s something you can rob,
“You gotta get it—”
The builder tells his son,
“And when you’ve earned your future—
“You’ve gotta run—run, run—”

There’s a body that I need to rest
Place it in the desert
With a wooden chest
Take it to the river—
To the fatal shore,
Where many people died—
When currents pull

You gotta run—run, run,
Run—run, run—

I’m a tomb without a body,
A baker with no bread,
A crucifix constructor,
Which is just what Jesus said:
You gotta sacrifice for devils,
Or you sacrifice for saints—
Which one is your country
Could be anybody’s guess

Run, run, run
To the shores of Peru,
But don’t ask of friends what
For you, you wouldn’t do
America, my patroness,
I’m a singer with no song—
But when I find the missing body,
I’m gonna run, run, run

Run, run, run—
Run—run, run—


10. The Night You Left Texas

That’s what I was wearing
The night you left Texas
With your silhouette
Of silver in the porch
You said you’d go to Iraq
To fight the war

I remember when you were fifteen
You used to listen to rock music
You knew a lot of things I’d only heard about
From other people

Look at you now, you bum
You think you are somethin’,
But you are chewing gum

I’m sorry to say it

But it’s better you know
If I’m the one
That breaks it to you

You are just one step
From slitting your wrists
You are about to step
Over a cliff

The needle that’s facing your eye
You’re moving at
At speeds very high

Good luck!
Good luck!


11. The Story of the Talking Guitar

Ladies and gentlemen—
Here’s a story I’ve heard
Requested by some people,
Some people in the audience,
So I’m going to go ahead and sing it:
“The Story of the Talking Guitar”

The Guitar told me one day
When I was in my room—
It was raining outside—
The Guitar said,
“I want you to pluck my string”

The next thing I noticed,
The Guitar was giving me advice
About everything
The Guitar said,
“You’ve got to shave your head
“Get a tattoo and a nose ring”
The Guitar was my good friend

My Guitar kills yuppies
My Guitar just kills
Anything
Lowly as a guppy
From those as big as whales

I was reading Moby Dick to my Guitar one day
I asked if it wanted red or white chowder
It didn’t know if it wanted fish or the gastropub
It told me it had once had a job
When it had sung for strangers in the mob

Guitar, Guitar, Guitar
It was still my guitar

It told me about that time
It had heard about JFK’s assassination
Said it stood,
Shocked in her classroom
When the Teacher told him the news
It went crazy
“I heard about it from Miss Daisy”

Just me and the Guitar one night—
In New Orleans…
We had just had a fight,
And it was trying to get back with me

I was very upset
I was jealous
There was another instrument in town,
And it played the drums,
I said, “You know he’s so dumb…”

I think about
Whether it would have made any difference,
Saying that at that time,
In that car

Fair warning—
He’s dumb


12. The Weight of Read and Not Read

I walked
Into
The garden
It was evening
Stars were fallin’

Memories were callin’—me

A little farther
To see the roses growing
Where the oranges are bloomin’

My life
Is just a moment
Between A and Z

The latters
Are all silent,
But if you can see,

What it spells
Is a combination of a
Vocabulary,

An arrangement
Of the letters,

The characters engraved in your heart
In your experience of time

Friends lost,
Never found

Some have died,
And some are bound

The weight of it,
Can you feel the weight of it?
Can you feel the weight of it?

Writers are living
The pages are burning
Being read or not read


13. There Is No Heat

There is no heat
My friend just got married,
And I’m living in the past

You better get a woman
To satisfy your ills
If she isn’t broken,
And she’s gotta be on the pill

Well, I am just a movie spy
That’s livin’ on the edge
There’s music in the ground, but
It stultifies your head

And when you’re in a case,
The mortuary lives,

And in the cities and the towns,
It turns you into bread

Oh, no,
Oh, know
Oh, no

The song that I’m singing is just
Your own mother’s cough,
But I’m weary of resisting
What I claimed a part of, so

Sell your MTV
Save your sweet little ass
And go back to college
Turn it into tear gas

Oh, no,
Oh, yes
Well, you take it all away

Give me a… a guitar
And a glass of wine
Give me a string, and a
Chain, and a cloth that tells time


14. There Is No Heat (Reprise)

There is no heat
My friend just got married,
And I’m living in the past

You better get a woman
To cure your ills
If she’s not be broken,
And she better be on the pill

Oh, no, you said too much
You take it all away

I am just a movie spy
Living on the edge

There’s music in the ground
It stultifies your head

And when you’re in a casket
Where the mortuary lives,
Breathing up and down
In the cities and the towns,
It turns you into their bread

Oh, no, you said too much
You take it all away

This same key
Makes your mother cough
It’s a way of resisting
The dried up parts

Sell your MTV
Save your ass

Go back to college
Turn into the tree sap

Oh, no, you said too much
Ooo, you take it all away

Oo-oo-oh, ahh-ah,
E-eei—jhe-ee!!
E-eei—jhe-ee!!
E-eei—jhe-ee!!
E-eei—ghe-ee!!


15. There Was a Woman

I woke up last night
I had a dream
I was a sailor
Sailin’ in between
The known and the unknown,
Goin’ off to
Where I don’t know,

But there was a woman there
She was wearing my father’s shirt
Had a dog on her hand
In a leash that she carried
Down the street

Well, it was kinda scary
Like headless horseman—
Lucky for me not a headless woman—
Went to the end of a art deco apartment

Cubism!
Geometry!
Triangles!
Ninety degree angles!
Silence!

I said, “What’s your name?”
The dog began to chirp

A snake crawled from beneath my feet,
And he hissed—
“Her name is Blisss”
Sss…

What kind of a thing is this?

Then I woke up
And screamed!



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