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Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers




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Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers Album


Turbo Ocho (2008)
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I speak your language
You speak my language, too
I may not understand a single word you say
But I understand you
When you smile
All the darkness disappears
When you smile
It's all I need to hear

I speak your language
You speak my language, too

I speak your language
I speak your language

Echo?
Echo!
Echo?

You're my native tongue
You're my daily bread
You're every word I've spoken, every book I've read
Now call my name, call my name

When you smile all the darkness disappears
When you smile
It's all I need to hear

I speak your language
You speak my language, too

I speak your language
I speak your language

Echo?
Echo!
Echo?

When you smile
I speak your language
When you smile
I speak your language

When you smile
I speak your language

When you smile
I speak your language

. . .


Had I not known the darkness
I could not love the light
Were it not for gravity there would be no flight
Had I not lost the path, I'd have never found my way
Equal parts my heart I gave to bloom and to decay

With a rattle and a grind I find that I'm back at my favorite part
But I may not be your kind if your kind is faint or heart
When the World is sick and tired and it's begging you to fall apart
You may be hanging by a thread but now you're state of the art
Oooohh

I call upon my demons as I call upon my saints
I lend an equal ear to each and I suffer no complaints
When the furies be your ushers and the shadows be your guide
The best way out of hell is through the other side

With a rumble and a grind I find that I'm back at my favorite part
Well I may not be your kind if your kind is faint or heart
When the World is sick and tired and it's begging you to fall apart
You may be hanging by a thread but now you're state of the art
You may be hanging by a thread but now you're state of the art
Ooohhh

With a rumble and a grind I find that I'm back at my favorite part
Well I may not be your kind if your kind is faint or heart
When the World is sick and tired and it's begging you to fall apart

You could be hanging by a thread but now you're state of the art
Yeah you're hanging by a thread but now you're state of the art
Yeah you're hanging by a thread but now you're state of the art
Hey!

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la
ooohhh
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la
ooohhh
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la
ooohhh

. . .


When you say I love you
You know it'd better be true
You walk away too slow honey
I want to run after you

I know you know
I know you better
You better know
I know you know

Wrote you a poem,
“A little haiku
I want you under my skin
My new tattoo, yeah!”

I know you know
I know you better
You better know
I know you know

You gotta move
You gotta go or stay
You better burn, you better yearn, you better churn, you better learn
Or you're gonna see your colors start fadin' away

I like your medicine
I like your birds and your bees
Now don't you start thinking you've gotta buy the cure from them, sugar
I know you know they're only gonna sell you the disease

I know you know
I know you better
You better know
I know you know

I know you know
I know you better
You better know
I know you know

. . .


Summer number 39 was full and fine of women and wine and wonder, too
Of glass and smoke and things that broke that I can't throw away and maybe a toke or two

Fall followed Summer and Winter the Fall
I've fallen in Love and now I'm falling with you

Summer number 39 came right on time and stepped in line when Spring was through
And, yes, that Spring made quite a mess with her plastic cups and her flowered dress but I know that's what Spring's supposed to do

And Fall followed Summer and Winter the Fall
I've fallen in Love and now I'm falling with you

And Fall followed Summer and Winter the Fall
I've fallen in Love and now I'm falling with you

These words I raise in praise of all the things with little wings
and any voice that dares to sing, oh yes, it's true

Fall followed Summer and Winter the Fall
I've fallen in Love and now I'm falling with you

I'm kissing the Muse
I'm kissing the Muse

Winter number 39 stepped in behind to catch the Fall when Fall was through
Let Spring crash in and make her mess with her flowered cups and her plastic dress that's what we all want the Spring to do

Fall followed Summer and Winter the Fall
I've fallen in Love and now I'm falling with you

Fall followed Summer and Winter the Fall
I've fallen in Love and now I'm falling with you


I'm kissing the Muse
I'm kissing the Muse
I'm kissing the Muse

. . .


Don't pick up the phone
Don't look me in the eye
Don't you do anything
‘Til you break down and cry

Leave your gates unguarded
Let your sentries sleep
You don't have to give away any secrets
No, those you should keep

Mercy
Mercy
Mercy May I be your
Mercy
Mercy

Don't look for the reason
Don't ask why
I know the season is crawin' now
Pretty soon it'll fly

Mercy
Mercy
Mercy May I be your
Mercy
Mercy

Your are surrounded
Already aglow
You already shine
You already shine
You already shine

Mercy
Mercy
Mercy May I be your
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy May I be
Already shine

You already shine...

Mercy
Mercy
Mercy May I be your
Mercy
Mercy

. . .


Cómo se dice?
Cómo se dice?
Cómo se dice?
Hasta pronto estamos criando margaritas
I can drink the water
I can drink the water
I can drink the water
You can drink the water, too

Cómo se dice?
Mijo, mija..
Cómo se dice?
Preguntame
Cómo se dice?
Cascabel Lúcia

I can drink the water
I can drink the water
I can drink the water
You can drink the water, too

Cómo se dice?
Tenemos confianza
Cómo se dice?
Por favor, escuchame
Juntos estámos haciendo un Mundo Unido

I can drink the water
I can drink the water
I can drink the water
You can drink the water, too

I can drink the water
I can drink the water
I can drink the water
You can drink the water, too

. . .


Bring your friends, honey, rain or shine
Take anything you want now the World is mine
And I'm giving away everything I stole
‘Cause Baby, I do love Rock and Roll

What do I want, what do I need?
There's a mighty fine line between wealth and greed
But I got a good price when I sold my soul
'Cause Baby, I do love Rock and Roll
Baby, I do love Rock and Roll

I do
Baby, I do
I do love

I do
Baby, I do
I do love

Build high your wall, now do your best
Gimme another unbreakable thing to test
We'll leave ‘em sifting through the ashes for a glow
'Cause Baby, I do love Rock and Roll
Baby, I do love Rock and Roll

Yeah, sugar, don't it get you high?
Let the rain fall down let your rivers overflow
Jump right in now, the water's fine
And it ain't too deep, you know

Baby, I do love Rock and Roll
Baby, I do love Rock and Roll

Was that another decade come and gone?!
Hey you kids, get off of my lawn!!
Yeah, the youth these days is out of control
But, baby I do love Rock and Roll
Baby, I do love Rock and Roll
Baby, I do love Rock and Roll

I do
Yes, I do
I do Love

I do
Yes, Yeah I do
I do Love

I do
Yes, I do
I do Love

. . .


Persephone
I will keep this brooding brief
For it is Fate and not just my belief
That keeps you coming back to me

Persephone
I will smolder in this grief
For Time is very fine a thief
But he cannot steal from Destiny

I will stand and I will fight with all my might here on the line between the darkness and the light until, at last, I have thee in my custody
Persephone

Persephone
Return the symphony to this drone
The rainbow to the monochrome
And Love to the damned
What we might be to what I am

Persephone

I will stand and I will fight with all my might here on the line between the darkness and the light until, at last, I have thee in my custody
Persephone

And should the mortals dare design
To keep you ever theirs and never mine
Should they, in the name of Liberty, enslave you to their needs
Your ransom has been paid with seven pomegranate seeds

Persephone
Persephone
Persephone

. . .


We're pirates, banditos and beach bums
Cervezas, tequilas, and sweet rums
Raise the colors, damn the doldrums!
Anchors away!
(Hey. . .)

Mañana
You may find us croonin'
Mañana
Maybe we'll be swoonin'
Mañana
Gazing at the moon in the sky above the sea

There's no urgency
Certainly no emergency
Looks like we're fresh out of anxiety
Throw your worries away
(Hey. . .)

Mañana
You may find us boozin'
Mañana
Or out at sea a-cruisin'
Mañana
Come as you are but leave your shoes inside your car
(Hey. . .)

Mañana
Mañana
Mañana

Any hurries, we can delay
Any worries, we can belay
Any burden, we can give away to
(Hip, hip, hooray to...)

Mañana
Come and join our croonin'
Mañana
Hopefully we're swoonin'
Mañana
(Everybody) gazing at the moon in the sky above the sea
Mañana

The bills we have to pay we'll pay
Mañana
There's things to put away
Mañana
Everything will have its day
In the day that never comes... oh!

Mañana
Mañana
Mañana

. . .


Come a birth, come a funeral, come a wedding bell
I don't walk a straight line in a dizzy spell
I'm screening my calls,
I'm whitening my teeth
Now I got a smile for every stranger I meet
And I can leap the tallest mortgage in a single bound

Hey Now…
Hey Now…

Look at me…
I'm Captain Suburbia
I'm lightin' all the birthday candles in Utopia
It's a bird, It's a plane, it's Captain Suburbia
The weeds will grow, the grey will show, and my garage will overflow now
Lucky me!
I'm Captain Suburbia!

I'm not too young for anything, anymore
I see all my friends and neighbors at the liquor store
I'm mechanically inclined,
I'm blissfully insane
I'm rescuing the sacred from the jaws of the mundane
I'm livin' the dream now…
I can sleep through anything

Hey now…
Hey now…
Hey now…
Hey now…

Look at me…
I'm Captain Suburbia
I'm blowin' all the birthday candles in Utopia
I'm a bird, I'm a plane, I'm Captain Suburbia
The weeds will grow, the grey will show, and my garage will overflow now
Lucky me!
I'm Captain Suburbia!
I'm tucking in the kids
We're running out of beer
And, “Honey, we need to talk…”
are the only words I fear…

Hey now…
Hey now…
Hey now…
Hey now…
Hey now…
Hey now…
Hey now…

Look at me…
I'm Captain Suburbia
Yeah look at me
I'm Captain Suburbia
I'm Captain Suburbia

. . .


Should I be more industrious, civilized, illustrious?
Should I not have freed our old and tired horse from the cart?
And these are gonna be a problem honey,
If I don't believe that time is money
And I've got procrastination down to a fine, fine art?

Well, the preacher, the teacher the doctor…they don't know
The police man, boss man, they all lost, man…they don't know

Hear your heart say so
You got to go and lay low
Walk, fly drive or stowaway
Just go, go go…
Ain't no way to disobey so
Go overpay in pesos
Steal one too many besos, baby
Go, go, go!
Lucky diagnosis
You've got to stop and smell the roses
Honey, you got you a chronic case of Méxicosis

Well I mean no disrespect and I don't mean to lead the rabble on
When I'm laughing out loud as I listen to Babylon babble on…
My prognosis is my attitude shows symptoms which may include
Acute levity,
Frequent drowsiness,
And a chronic cheery mood

Well, the preacher, the teacher the doctor…they don't know
The police man, boss man, they all lost, man…they don't know

Hear your heart say so
You got to go and lay low
Walk, fly drive or stowaway
Just go, go go…
Ain't no way to disobey so
Go overpay in pesos
Steal one too many besos, baby
Go, go, go!
Lucky diagnosis
You've got to stop and smell the roses
Honey, you got you a chronic case of Méxicosis

Well I don't hurry, I don't hurry, while the modern world's all a flurry
I'm slowin'down
It's un-insurable, incurable, but delightfully endurable
I've found
The only remedy
Is to be
Perpetually
Southbound!
Hey!

Well, the teacher, the preacher, the doctor…they don't know
The police man, boss man, they all lost, man…they don't know

Hear your heart say so
You got to go and lay low
Walk, fly drive or stowaway
Just go, go go…
Ain't no way to disobey so
Go overpay in pesos
Steal one too many besos, baby
Go, go, go!
Lucky diagnosis
You've got to stop and smell the roses
Honey, you got you a chronic case of Méxicosis
Méxicosis
Méxicosis

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