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The Salvador Deli

Salvador had no place to go,
he had the blues real bad Surrealist woe
He said "I think I'll open a little
night spot where the tunes are cool and
the soup is hot...
And call it the Deli, the Salvador Deli"
You can imagine how glad he felt just standin
there watchin those
watches melt
Down at the Deli, the Salvador Deli

Now you can go to LuLu's, or you can stay at home
You can go to Hell if you want
but if you're tired of bein alone
Go on down to the Deli, the Salvador Deli
There'll be fire in your soul and soup in your belly
When you come home from the Salvador Deli

You can take your Renoir and you can have Cezanne
You can take Picasso if you want,
but that's not in my plans
I'm goin down to the Deli, the Salvador Deli
There'll be soup in your soul and fire in your belly
When you get home from the Salvador Deli

Georgina said to Tom "There's a fire downtown
There's a whole lotta smoke and it aint no joke
Because it's burnin down the Deli, The Salvador Deli
You can imagine how sad we felt just standin
there watchin those barstools melt
Down at the Deli, the Salvador Deli

Oh...oh...oh... the Salvador Deli
Oh...oh...oh...the Salvador Deli

Soup in your soul, fire in your belly
When you get home from the Salvador Deli.



westmorland

Westmorland Hotel

Westmorland's not the best hotel in town.
Still it aint by far the worst one I've found.
When I stayed there I was just a little insane.
You were young and you fell for my game.

Westmorland, Westmorland, Westmorland Hotel.

I said,"I love another but she's far away.
If you and I are lovers it's just for today."
But I felt so heavy when we said farewell
Said our goodbye in the Westmorland Hotel.

Westmorland, Westmorland, Westmorland Hotel.

The days have passed and the years have flown.
Now these memories are all that I own
and I can't keep from wonderin if you are well
and if you remember the Westmorland Hotel.

If I didn't love you I treated you well
We said goodbye in the Westmorland Hotel

Westmorland, Westmorland, Westmorland Hotel

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Three Friends

Would you like to go down south with me?
way down past Mexico
eat avocate and mango
habla espanol
well you have to get your passport
and leave the booze alone
no it ain't safe to go down there
it ain't safe to stay at home

oh she sleeps sweetly tonight
like she was
a child in her bed
she needs love
like a flower needs rain
I'm just a dream spinnin round in her head

would you like to fly across the ocean?
that country was my home
you can see Eiffel tower there
that cathedral in Cologne
they got taverns there a thousand years old
just as old as ancient Rome
the bartender sees you comin
says, "Hey Joe, I'm glad you're home."

my old friend sleeps sweetly tonight
like he was
a child in his bed
he can't see
the nursing home walls
just this dream spinnin round in his head

would you like to go walkin?
where the cedar trees grow
we could steal a few hours there
listen to the crows
you know I've always been a loser
it's too late to change that now
I ain't sorry that i love you
I ain't missing you at all

and i will sleep sweetly tonight
like i was
a child in my bed
and I'll forget
I'm asleep in my car
you're just
a dream spinnin round in my head




colorbird



Words Fail

In the forest there's a silence too profound
In the cities, just noise and violence all around
And you come around
with your new found conscience
do you ever wonder how that makes me feel?

words fail
the dying of the wild ones
words fail
the forests that are almost gone
words fail

Where did we get our permission
to kill and to burn and destroy?
Where did we get this inspiration?
to leave this world like a broken toy.
And you come around with your digital soul
Don't you ever wonder
how it all got sold?

Words fail
the dying of the wild ones
words fail
the forests that are almost gone
words fail
the work that we have just begun
words fail
the love that lets us be as one
words fail

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