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1. Magura
Take me to Magura
To while the years away
The tinkling of the cowbells
And smells of drying hay
The rainfall in the mountains
Will wash away my fears
And all the foolish things
That I've done throughout the years
1 grew up in the city Not far from East L.A.
With rows of dusty palm trees
And millions of freeways
Traffic jams and cholos
And perverts in the park
And teenage girls who sold
Their little bodies after dark
So take me to Magura....
I'll plant a little garden
Take up astronomy
And search for supernovas
In neighboring galaxies
I'll go to bed by midnight
And wake up with the dawn
And play my old guitar
While this sad world rolls along
David Arthur Brown- guitar, vox, misc Brady Arthur Lynch- bass Maria Pi-Sunyer- vox Ramon Aragall- drums
2. Girl From Vladivostok
A rainy night in June
The girl from Vladivostok's in her room
She's layin' on the bed
Chatting on her laptop with her friends
And through the open window
There's a breeze
And fog rollin' off the sea
Mercury and starfish in the bay
A rusty ship sails away
With a devushka from Vladivostok
Our funny little lives
We show up here with Stardust in our eyes
You get here on a train
It takes about a week but that's OK
And through the open window
There's a breeze
And fog rollin' off the sea
Mercury and starfish in the bay
A rusty ship sails away
With a devushka from Vladivostok
David Arthur Brown- Guitar, vox, Wellson Gipsy Organ!
Maria Pi-Sunyer- vox
Brady Arthur Lynch- bass
3. Teenage Summer Days
Down on Pico and Fedora
Back in 1983
All the cholos on the corner
Hid their pistols in the trees
El Funny Clown lived off of Sunset
On a street called Benton Way
There were blood satins on the sidewalk
But the rain washed them away
On the mean streets of L.A.
All those teenage summer days
We took the bus way down to Venice
Went bodysurfing in the waves
Staring out at the horizon
On those teenage summer days
On the mean streets of L.A.
All those teenage summer days
My daddy was a trucker
Hauling freight 12 hours a day
Sometimes he'd take me down to Vernon
Or the shipyards in South Bay
On those teenage summer days
On the mean streets of L.A.
David Arthur Brown- vox, guitar, Wellson , casio Ivan Knight- drums Brady Arthur Lynch- bass Naomi Wedman- violin Maria Pi-Sunyer- vox
4. Richer Man
They're downsizing John's department
His hours got cut
But he does the best he can
And who's the richer man?
He picked up some work on Tuesdays
Mowing the lawns at a high school in Arlington
And who's the richer man?
Oh oh oh oh oh (3x)
Who's the richer man?
Charles made a lot on Wall Street
He's got a house on the beach
And goes jogging in the sand
And who's the richer man?
His girlfriend's just out of high school
She looks like a model
And she's got a lovely tan
And who's the richer man?
Oh oh oh oh oh (3x)
Who's the richer man?
And some they say
That love's the only thing
That drives the fear away
I knew guy who took his life
With 30 million in the bank
When you're laying down to die
And there ain't no one to love you
By your side
And who's the richer man?
John camps with his son on weekends
They fish in the river
And eat baked beans from a can
And who's the richer man?
His wife likes to watch Sopranos
She cats bowls of ice cream
Fries bananas in a pan
And who's the richer man?
Oh oh oh oh oh (3x)
Who's the richer man?
Well Charles doesn't see his kids much
They live with his ex
And he gets 'em on odd weekends
Who's the richer man?
His girlfriend is off to rehab
His stocks took a tumble
And his drinking took off again
Who's the richer man?
Oh oh oh oh oh (3x)
Who's the richer man?
David Arthur Brown- guitar, vox Ivan Knight- drums
David Ralickc- saxophones and trumpet
Andy Gemmel- pedal steel guitar
Brady Arthur Lynch- bass
5. Inland Empire Freeways
Koreatown 1983
Summer morning sitting on the sidewalk with his friend
Concrete cool under his legs
Rolling clove cigarettes out of butts he'd been saving
Driving out to the desert with Jennifer Finch
Taking loads and marveling at the silence
Next day on the 10
He never felt so depressed
Inland Empire freeways covered in black skid marks
The scars of countless accidents
Is he going home again?
He's never going home again
No no no no
No no no no
David Arthur Brown- vox, guitar, drums
Brady Arthur Lynch- bass
Richie Alvarez- organ
Albert Cirera- tenor sax
Maria Pi-Suuyer- vox
6. Foolin' Myself
Winter's here again
I'm full of fear again
The money's running out
And Christmas is coming soon
I sold my amp again
To pay the rent again
The credit cards are full
And I 'm getting' older
Maybe I'm foolin' myself
And it's time to leave this old guitar
High up on the closet shelf
They came to turn the gas off yesterday
And the kids'll have to leave their school
If I can't find a way to pay
I'm on the road again
So far from home again
Chasin' up a dream
That feels like it's come and gone
A new hotel again
Jetlag and CNN
The rain's comin' down
And I'm washin' clothes in the shower
David Arthur Brown- guitar, vox, etc
Ivan Knight- drums
Brady Arthur Lynch- bass
Richie Alvarez- keyboard
Andy Gemmel- pedal steel guitar
Maria Pi-Sunyer- vox
7. Barcelona
Al'Istanbul l'any pasat
Vaig somiar amb Montserrat
Va caura un meteorit
Mol brilliant al eel de la nit
A la Barcelona
La meva Barcelona
A la Barcelona
Estimada Barcelona
Va vola per sobre l'Eixample
Cuitadella i carrer
Ample Els esglesias i els mercats
i les hortes del Llobregat
A la Barcelona...
Va vola per sobre els Catalans
i tambe sobre els inmigrants
Els okupas i funcionaris
i la gent de tots els barris
A las Barcelona....
David Arthur Brown- vox, guitar, casio
Maria Pi-Sunyer- vox
Ramon Aragall- drums
Brady Arthur Lynch- bass
Albert Cirera- tenor sax
Richie Alvarez- keys
8. Palm Springs
Isabel says that
She don't need diamond rings
No house in the hills
No weekends in Palm Springs
She just wants a guy who'll
Love her and won't beat her all the time
Is that too much to ask?
She works everyday for
A family by the beach
The glow of the good life
Seems so out of reach
The hours on the bus and
The dealers on the corner by her home
It's so hard to face America alone
And Isabel says that
Maybe she'd be better off back home
South of the border
In the shadow of a bright green volcano
There isn't much work there
And her father likes to drink more
Than he should
But there's a boy there who loves her
And he'd treat her real good
Sunday she's free and
She spends it in her room
She shuts out the city
The danger and the gloom
She reads gossip websites
And chats with her beloved back at home
It's so hard to face America alone
David Arthur Brown- vox, guitar, keys
Jeremy Friedman- vibes
Joel Virgel-Vierset-vox
Brady Lynch- upright bass
9. Morning Sun
I never liked the morning sun
It shines a light on all the damage that I've done
The happy people waking up to start their day
Birds singing in the trees everything's OK
But nothing's right for me
I ain't been to sleep in almost 3 days
I never liked the morning sun
The cigarette burns and the ashes on the rug
And all the empty places where you used to be
In the bathroom or in bed lying next to me
Now I'm here all alone
With a dirty old robe and a wide screen TV
Sunday afternoons
They always end too soon
For daydreamers like us
The pale winter sun
The northbound 101
A smoky Greyhound bus
I never liked the morning sun
It makes it hard to face the man that I become
Maybe next time 'round it'll all turn out OK
And I'll show up as a fireman or a sage
Or surfer who's fearless on giant waves
Or just another Joe with a wife and a home
And a kid on the way.
David Arthur Brown- vox, guitar, casio etc
Brady Arthur Lynch- bass
Richie Alvarez- keyboard
Albert Cirera- sax
Maria Pi-Sunyer- vox
Ivan Knight- drums
10. Hotel Devman
David Arthur Brown- guitar, casio
Kenny Lyon- electric guitar, overtones
Richie Alvarez- keys
Brady Arthur Lynch- bass
This album was recorded in Barcelona at Calle Casanova Studios in late 2008 andearly 2009.
All songs written by David Arthur Brown except for:
Hole] Devman which was written by David Arthur Brown and Kenneth Eugene Lyon.
Teenage Summer Days which was written by David Arthur Brown and Aleksin.
All songs published by South China Sea Music.
All songs mastered by Crislian Vogel at Station 55 studios in Barcelona.
All artwork by Anne-Sophie de Vargas.
This album is dedicated to my aunt Judy.
Special thanks to my family, my friends, all the wonderful musicians who played on the record and all of my fans.
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