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Luz Blanca, El Cantante
04:01
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El Cantante ve la fruta podrida en la vid~
todavía se sigue cantando
todavía se sigue cantando
el cantante ve las montañas que caen al mar~
todavía se sigue cantando
todavía se sigue cantando
el cantante ve el desierto regresar al polvo~
todavía se sigue cantando
todavía se sigue cantando
el cantante le gusta el ritmo
el cantante le gusta la rima
pero ¿qué hará cuando la música se termina?
el cantante le gusta el ritmo
el cantante le gusta la rima
pero ¿qué hará cuando la música se termina?
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2. |
Miracles & Criminals
03:06
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Miracles are so commonplace now,
wonderful to be seen.
Criminals are so commonplace now,
terrible to be seen.
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3. |
Dream of the Bell Flower
03:27
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5. |
Teosinte
03:37
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Take these,
to the fire.
Watch them burn…
Take these,
To the fire.
Watch them turn…
Teosinte
Teosinte
Watch these,
seeds of stone-
open like a flower.
Watch these,
hungry bones-
stop and devour…
Teosinte
Teosinte
Teosinte…
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6. |
Botello de Rayo
02:11
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7. |
El Capitalista 72
02:43
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8. |
My Bird Has Many Voices
02:36
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My bird has many voices
but she won’t sing today.
The war has taken her voice,
and the ones she loves away.
Her heart is torn and broken.
Her mind is far away.
The sky is cracking open,
and it looks like rain today,
it looks like rain today.
My bird has many voices.
Each is a sound so dear,
and when the war is over
birds will gather far and near,
they’ll gather far and near.
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9. |
Paseo del Sur
02:20
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10. |
Slaver's Song
04:14
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I was on the Wrong Side of History.
The Captain said we’ll set sail for the Coast of Africa,
“Boys we’re off to make our Fortune!
The Natives here won’t lend a hand,
So we’ll bring the Bosses
Ones they can Command.”
Along the Frontiers, They are bound to Fail.
Along the Banks we hear the Women Wail.
But we will not put out the Fires of Industry.
The Cost is worth the Crime,
We can’t afford to let them Be.
Fifty Nights,
And still no End in Sight;
No Common Horrors or Cruelty
In the Slavers’ Trade.
The Storm was Just Retribution,
for the Business of the Colonies.
The Captives took the ship,
And killed Us begging on our Knees…
Along the Frontiers, They are bound to Fail.
Along the Banks we hear the Women Wail,
But we will not put out the Fires of Industry.
The Cost is worth the Crime,
We can’t afford to let them Free.
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11. |
Somewhere West
02:30
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12. |
The Devil Is A Charmer
03:36
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The Devil Is A Charmer
The devil is a charmer,
He smiles and dances the samba.
You better run baby,
run baby,
run baby,
run!
He slides in through your doorway.
He’ll talk you into letting him stay
You better run baby,
run baby,
run baby,
run!
The devil in a sauna,
Around him swim the piranha…
You better run baby,
run baby,
run baby,
run!
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13. |
Everyone Above Us
03:31
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When we feel small, when we feel low~
Beside the Beautiful Ones, we’re at Zero.
But We can always make’em pay, though-
There’s one now, let’s trip her up and rip apart her halo~
oh how we hate-
Everyone above Us,
Everyone above Us
oh how we hate-
Everyone above Us,
Everyone above Us__________
When we feel small, which is most days
Fortune smiles on the Others but she never looks Our Way~
oh how we hate-
Everyone above Us,
Everyone above Us
oh how we hate-
Everyone above Us,
Everyone above Us__________
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14. |
Cervantes/Moroder
02:20
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Busco en la muerte la vida,
salud en la enfermedad,
en la prisión libertad,
en lo cerrado salida
y en el traidor lealtad.
~Miguel de Cervantes
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15. |
Shake Up The World
04:20
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girl , you got to dance
girl, you got to shake up the world
girl , you got to dance
girl, you got to shake up the world
when a body meets a body,
when a soul meets a soul,
when a body meets a body
there’s a little more hope…
you got me in a trance
girl, you gonna lift up the world
you got me in a trance
girl, you gonna lift up the world
when the lonely meet the lonely
when the doubting is shut out
when the lonely meet the lonely
there’s a reason to shout
Shake up the world,
Shake up the world.
Shake up the world,
Shake up the world.
Shake up the world.
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17. |
Transamerica
03:05
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18. |
Anodyne
02:02
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What is the cure for this disease?
Too many buildings, not enough trees.
What is the cure for this disease?
Too many allies and no enemies.
What is the cure for this disease?
Too many people sending sympathies…
What is the cure for this disease?
Too many prayers keep us on our knees.
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19. |
Azul y Amarillo
02:26
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20. |
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if you’ve got the sun-wake-ups,
and the symptoms are well-known-
like a song that’s sung in a mannered key
-a figure walks alone.
and he’s how you begin
to describe secret sin
he’s a fantastic , terrible lie
off the shores of remorse,
we plot another course
towards a possible terse reply~
he balks as if angels mock our seats
of power and comfortable, lazy minds~
of the three future stars
that define our cause,
I’m inclined to favor number 2~
she’s a broadcast of light,
a subversive delight,
a streak of red in a dead field of blue~
and when Fate is alone
and laughing and turning
a mild cough into a touch a flu
we ignore the disease
instead we feel so pleased
that the symptom has made it’s debut~
he talks as if angels mock our seats
of power and comfortable, lazy minds~
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21. |
La Muerte Verde
02:31
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La Muerte Verde
a stranger to this land-
the rain it never ends
the thought was to get paid:
rubber trees and black gold.
but mornings are just a horror;
a green and unending shroud
drowning ,rotting, and dying~
we thrash and scream out loud.
I call to You instead
but there’s no one there to hear
my mind is full dread
the green-eyed death appears
but mornings are just a horror
a wet and unending shroud
drowning, rotting, and dying~
we thrash and scream out loud-
the jungle claims all who dare to tame her~
insatiable, no one can rise above,
her love is all…
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22. |
Deutche Clave
00:51
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23. |
El Campo y El Rio
01:32
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24. |
Torre de Babel
02:19
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25. |
La Morfo Azul
02:05
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26. |
Out In The Field
01:44
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27. |
Presión
01:13
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28. |
The Robbery
01:24
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We Haven’t Been Introduced
You’re a wretched angel with a silent temper,
Indian Summer field of colors spinning like a record.
Cast off your melancholy clothes,
taste the sunshine while you can.
Dissolve into a careless pose,
a million roads that lead nowhere.
Ring the alarm!
Sound a truce!
For we haven’t even been introduced.
I’m a copper wire twisted ‘round a seashell,
Useless and uncommon, kept beside an inkwell.
A conversation that is trapped,
inside a clockwork figurine.
A love completely off the map
made of smoke and gasoline.
Ring the alarm!
Sound a truce!
For we haven’t even been introduced.
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30. |
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My bird has many voices
but she won’t sing today.
The war has taken her songs,
and the ones she loves away.
Her heart is torn and broken.
Her thoughts have turned to gray.
The sky is cracking open
and the rain is here to stay,
the rain is here to stay.
My bird has many voices
but she won’t sing today.
The war has taken her songs,
and the ones she loves away,
the ones she loves away.
My bird has many voices.
Each is a sound so dear,
and when the war is over
birds will gather far and near,
they’ll gather far and near,
they’ll gather far and near,
they’ll gather far and near.
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31. |
Termina
00:34
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C.A.M.P.O.S. Brooklyn, New York
Composer, songwriter, producer, multi-instrumentalist, Joshua Camp, is based in Brooklyn.
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