Miracles & Criminals

by C.A.M.P.O.S.

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Cumbias And More Psychedelic Original Sounds or C.A.M.P.O.S. is a project by Joshua Camp (Chicha Libre, One Ring Zero). Cumbias, and more specifically the psychedelic era of cumbias peruanas are the beating heart of the band's sound. Add the cinematic music of Ennio Morricone, the circus soundtrack compositions of Nino Rota with the production style of the Latin Playboys, and the musical mission statement of the group begins to take shape.

The deluxe double vinyl, Miracles & Criminals, is available on Peace & Rhythm Records.

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released November 15, 2016

Music:

Joshua Camp: lead and backing vocals, guitars, accordion, Hohner electravox, guiro, tambourine, organ, piano, keyboards, bass, drum programming, cassette tape recorder, synthesizer, mellotron, electronic and other special effects, samples, and loops.

Neil Ochoa: congas on 5, congas & guiro sampled loops on 1, 3, 4, 7, 11, 26, 28, 29.
Karina Colis: Timbales on 5, and timbales sampled loops on 1, 3, 4, 7, 11, 26, 28, 29.
Olivier Conan: sampled cuatro on 22
Vincent Douglas: sampled guitar on 22

All tracks recorded in The Pink Room, NYC, as well as various apartments, practice & public spaces.

All songs copyright 2016 Joshua D. Camp/Calle del Campos Publishing, BMI.

Cover art: Thom Dudley/Sightlab

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C.A.M.P.O.S. Brooklyn, New York

Composer, songwriter, producer, multi-instrumentalist, Joshua Camp, is based in Brooklyn. He is currently the accordion player for the Broadway production of Fiddler On The Roof.

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Track Name: Luz Blanca, El Cantante
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?
Track Name: Miracles & Criminals
Miracles are so commonplace now,
wonderful to be seen.


Criminals are so commonplace now,
terrible to be seen.
Track Name: Teosinte
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…
Track Name: My Bird Has Many Voices
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.
Track Name: Slaver's Song
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.
Track Name: The Devil Is A Charmer
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!
Track Name: Everyone Above Us
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__________
Track Name: Cervantes/Moroder
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
Track Name: Shake Up The World
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.
Track Name: Anodyne
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.
Track Name: Otro Clasico (Angels Mock)
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~
Track Name: La Muerte Verde
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…
Track Name: We Haven't Been Introduced
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.
Track Name: My Bird Has Many Voices (Mother's Mix)
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.