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 Beautiful Peace

Ah, the Dream Land, don't wake me from my sleep.
Ah, I can't feel you: my Beautiful Peace

Warm like a ray of sun,
Warm like a ray of sunshine,
I look, I find: my Beautiful Peace.

I am weaving through the light of the evening street.
Gotta do what I do what I do gotta do,
For my Beautiful Peace.

Warm like a ray of sun,
Warm like a ray of sunshine,
I look, I find my Beautiful Peace.

I arrive at place at time on a day,
And what do I see?
All the time, in my mind, I was looking for Peace:
Peace was looking for me!

Warm like a ray of sun,
Warm like a ray of sunshine,
I can look, I find: my Beautiful Peace.
Warm like a ray of sunshine,
I have found my Beautiful Peace.


Paul Kreibich: percussion, vibraphone

Luther Hughes: electric bass

Bob Sfarzo: vocals, guitar, fx

Written, composed, produced by Bob Sfarzo

Recorded at Painted Sky Studios, California, and Bob's house on Moonstone Beach,Trinidad, California

Shimmer


The way you move,
The wave you groove,
The color of your hair.
The way you smile,
The wave you rile me,
They can stop and stare.

Black Stars from the Sea,
Black Stars, I summon thee.
To the wave, let it fall apart,
And finish what we started.

I like the smile on your face,
Your color, your race.
Where your folks are from.
And all the distance between us,
Hey, you believe this:
Something in me:

You are my life, you are my shining sea,
You are my love, you are my destiny,
Like a wave, let it fall apart,
And finish what we started.

I like the wave               
we move                
                              
Black Stars from the Sea,
Black Stars, I summon thee,
To the wave,  fall apart,
And finish what we started.

I like the wave ya' move!
The wave ya' groove!
The color of your flippin' hair!
I like the way you smile!
The way you rile me!
They can stop and stare.

We are Black Stars, baby, from the Sea,
It's just a story `bout the birds and the bees.
Let the wave fall apart,
And finish what we started.

The wave you move, the wave you groove,
the way you color my, my sky,
Something in you,
Me......You.


Paul Kreibich: percussion

Luther Hughes: electric bass

Bob Sfarzo: vocals, guitar, fx

Written, composed, produced by Bob Sfarzo

Recorded at Painted Sky Studios, California, and Bob's house on Moonstone Beach,Trinidad, California

Echo

Got it bad, you don't know how bad,
Get these feelings and I know, got my own way.
We make a scene, we lie all day,
Bathe in sunlight in the glow.

Blind my fear, more than I know,
Get these feelings and I go.
We bathe in sunlight and I know: we live on Faith.
Got my own way.

Got it bad, you don't know how bad,
Gettin' these feelings and I know

Blind my fear, more than I see,
Wind-up faith and bathe in waves of sunlight.
And I feel, find my own way.

Got it bad, got it way bad.
Diggin' in deeper, in the cold.

Written, composed, performed, produced by Bob Sfarzo

Recorded at Bob's house on Moonstone Beach,Trinidad, California

 Truer Bluer Blue

My, oh, my, what a sky.
Did you see me clearly? Did you see that guy?

Did you say my name, by my side?
Keep me company?
Did we say we can, and build the fire?
Better `fore we die.

My, oh, my, what a sweet ol' sky.
What a blue and full moon, buried in mine

Did I spit and run? Or lose my pride?
Did I get cold feet? Or did I die?
Did I fake a feeling? Or play a game?
Then, not a perfect guy.

My, oh, my, I'm a grown up guy.
I got: my own Sweet Thing
And I got it nice.

True Blood, by my side,
Day and night, long and wide,
Full sail, borders mine,
And nail it when we say we'll try.

No more to see.
I cannot jus' let it be,
Could I say "I say so"
When I'm just lonely?

I got not Peace.
I got Golden Nugget Teeth.
I was blind and did not see.
Could it better be?

Will you seal your fate by my side?
Be there through the daunting times?
Can you feel my love, and share my life?
Hey, could you marry me?

"What can I say," I say.
I got my way.
I got me and you here,
Own it Night and Day.

Truer Bluer Love, we will never know.
Truer Bluer Love, is always so.
Truer Bluer Love, we'll alway know.
Truer Bluer Blue.

Written, composed, performed, produced by Bob Sfarzo

Recorded at Bob's house on Moonstone Beach,Trinidad, California

Homes Had enough, sad enough, bad enough,mad enough
Buddy, I'm takin' it home
Drank enough, tanked enough, stanked enough, wanked enough,
Buddy, I'm takin' it home

Home, where I belong
Home where I started this song
There where I need it, now you believe it
That's why I'm takin' it home.

Headin' out,  packin' up, hittin' the road,
Buddy, I'm taking it home.
Dead enough, bled enough, said enough, read enough.
Buddy, I'm taking it home.

Home, where I belong
Home where I started this song
There where I need it, nah you believe it
That's why I'm takin' it home.
 
Hammered and nailed, n' worked my tail off
Buddy, I'm takin' my home.
Slave it to the bone while you rock and roll smoke.
Buddy, I'm takin' it home.

Home, where I belong
Home where I started this song
There when I need it, buddy you believe it
That's why I'm takin' `er home.

mmmm     mmmm
mmmm     mmmm

Git a little nearer,
Gonna make it clearer.
Buddy, I'm keepin' my home.   
Whether I'm a sqautter
Or Whether I have bought her:
Buddy, I'm keepin' it home.

Home, where I belong
Home where I started this song
There when I need it, buddy you believe it
That's why I'm takin' it home.
That's why I'm takin' it home.

ma'n, I sayin'
I got my plan
That's why I'm takin' it home.
got it pulled back, holed back, bush whacked, rolled back,
Buddy,  I'm takin' it home.

Home, where I belong,
Home where I started this song
There when I need it, buddy you believe it
That's why I'm takin' `er home.

Written, composed, performed, produced by Bob Sfarzo

Recorded, mixed at Bob's house on Moonstone Beach,Trinidad, California

Additional Guitar performed by Stacey, and recorded in Minneapolis, Minnesota

 Take My Voice

Take my Voice,
Just say it's yours.
Take my words,
Say it's something you heard.

Take my Time,
Let's say that's fine.
Take your Time,
Say it's just like mine.

One Eye on an ocean,
One Eye on the land,
Playing a game of Capture Me.
Catch me if you can.

Take this song,
Let's sing along.
Take these hands
To our Promised Land.

Take my Voice,
Just say it's yours.
Take my words,
Say it's something you heard.

Say It.

Written, composed, performed, produced by Bob Sfarzo

Recorded at Bob's 1st Avenue apartment, Minneapolis, Minnesota

My Friend

My Friend, you are a friend of mine.
My Friend, I love you all the time.

Though it's true we, we get in our fights
tmay we always make up, before the night
falls on me and my friend.

My Friend, you were a love of mine.
My Friend, I love ya all the time.

Though it's true things thing didn't quite work out
that we remain good friends is why I shout
You are my friend.

My Love, you are the best dammed friend of mine.
You are my love, I love you like the day and night.
Though we cannot stop the tide,
Still we'll shout it to the sea.
When were done were like a sun:
Rays collide, and worlds abide
and lookin' out for Me:
and My Friend.

(whistle)

I would beg, I borrow, steal,
creep, I crawl, I stand, I kneel,
to protect you and respect you.
Wolrd apart or world collide:
Keep lookin' out for Me and My Friend.
And My Friend.

Paul Kreibich: percussion

Luther Hughes: electric bass

Bob Sfarzo: vocals, guitar, piano

Written, composed, produced by Bob Sfarzo

Recorded at Painted Sky Studios, California, and Bob's house on Moonstone Beach,Trinidad, California

Fire Fly

Fire, in yo' eye,
Fire, in my fly,
Fire, in yo' eye,
Fire, in my fly,

Little bit o fighter, in my fly
fire up the lighter,
fo' the Fire tonight

Fire, baby, in my fly
Fire, gonna light it tonight
Got a fire, an' I'm woun' up tight
Lighter on the fire, gonna light up the night.

Never mind the siren, never mind the see-ar
Calling up the firemen, all the volunteer
Fire the horizon, a little puff of smoke
Fire in the eye burn, startin' with a joke.

Little bit of Fire, in my fly
Little bit of Fire, gonna shine on the night
Lighter on the fire, only takin' one try
Got a piece fire, on a dynomite.

! Scream at the Fire!! Run from the fire flight!
! Only takes a wire! to light up the night
! Staring at my fly-er, light in your eye
! Open up wider, let my fire fly!

Big fat Fire, baby, in my fly
Fire, Fire gonna light it tonight
Lil bit a wire on a dyn-o-mite
Lighter on the fire, gonna light up the night.

Fire, fire! in my fire fly
little piece of wire gonna light it t'night
little piece of fire, lil light in yo' eye
Open up the flyer, gonna light it tonight

Fire, baby, got it in my fly
Fire, gonna light it tonight
Got a bit a fire, on a dyn-o-mite
Lighter on the fire, gonna liiiiiight

ZOWIE!

Paul Kreibich: percussion

Luther Hughes: electric bass

Bob Sfarzo: vocals, guitar, synth

Written, composed, produced by Bob Sfarzo

Recorded at Painted Sky Studios, California, and Bob's house on Moonstone Beach,Trinidad, California

Through The Light

All the things I had to be
All the things I had to see
None of that was true

All the pictures on the wall
All the letters big and small
None of that was true

All the tricks and all the treats
All the wins, all defeats
So much of that not true

All the places I had to go
All things I had to know
None of that was true

When there was you there
With the sun in your eyes
I see you there
Shooting through the light that blinds me
You there: shooting through the light

All the ins and all the outs
All the whisper, all the shouts
None of that was true

All the reason, all excuse
All the tools, all the uses
None of that was true

All the promise, all the plan
All the treasure, in the can
So much of that not true

When there was you there
With the sun in your eyes
I see you there
Shooting through the light that blinds me
You there: shooting through the light

All regret, all the hope
All the frown, all the joke
None of that was true

All the things, in the way
All the roads, all delay
Only one was always true

I see you there
With the sun in your eyes
You there
Shooting through the light that blinds me
You there: shooting through the light
Shooting through the light

Paul Kreibich: percussion

Luther Hughes: electric bass

Bob Sfarzo: vocals, guitar, synth

Written, composed, produced by Bob Sfarzo

Recorded at Painted Sky Studios, California, and Bob's house on Moonstone Beach,Trinidad, California

 

 

 

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