the hotelkeepers' friend

by Robbie Jalapeno & the Bureaucrats

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1.
The grass on the ground forms a blanket for the dirt Its downy layers warm the cold and dusty earth The summer breeze wakes the leaves And carries the tune of the birds singing in the trees Spread the word we’ve got to share all this magic around The secret to this paradise we’ve found A grey traveller returns from a day Asleep amongst the mulch and the lilies lying in the shade Nostrils flared he sniffs the air A sigh relieves the world of its troubles and all its cares Spread the word we’ve got to share all this magic around The secret to this paradise we’ve found A mother stoops to give a kiss to her child The child looks up and sees her lovely happy smile Her sparkling eyes will never lie Her love is a love that lasts forever no matter what she does Spread the word we’ve got to share all this magic around The secret to this paradise we’ve found
2.
I heard a sound I could not hear I saw a vision I could not see The dark cloud hanging over me Disappeared. Insecurity. The Revelator assumes the stand He cuts a lonely figure with a guiding hand But he obscures his vision with some fat lump of a ham Asking for money, holding out his hand Oh yeah. Come on. To think that money will buy you whatever you want The crowd shuffles and nervously waits Shifting their bums on their plush cushioned seats The hush can be heard and damn nearly seen The Revelator makes his way in This preening peacock, this one man band Points his finger and the crowd goes mad The black and the white, the good and the bad Made painfully clear with a wave of his hand Oh yeah. Come on. To think that money will buy you whatever you want What is this game they play Laughing and crying their feelings away Can one say what they feel and mean what they say If the words don't exist at the end of the day Can one lie with another and yet be alone Or work for a lifetime for someone else Won't you please tell me which path is the best To find fame and fortune or to find success Oh yeah. Come on. To think that money will buy you whatever you want
3.
A Day 04:24
A day. A lonesome vigil A day. So cold and frigid. So much unspoken. A spirit broken. Whiplashed bodies snapped apart. Tried so very hard to hide that part from you. A day. A sadness fathered. A day when lovers parted. Feelings forgotten. State of heart gone rotten Can’t remember when you cared A thousand years since I was there Remember this day so lonesome Remember this day so bad Remember two hearts broken Remember …….. those two hearts so sad. A day that’s in the past A day whose memory won’t last One week now since then. So long it has been Forget the pain. Forget the crime. All the wounds will heal with time. Remember this day so lonesome Remember this day so bad Remember two hearts broken Remember …….. those two hearts so sad.
4.
Sling 04:15
Could you stand there with your heart in a sling or Would you suffer in silence and not dare say a thing or Would you stand up and shout or Take the easy way out That’s to scream, complain But not do a thing It’s not the best way The folly is silence faced with lies or Living through a life as if in some sort of paradise While others suffer and they die Governments wallow in crime Killing blacks and whites and Those not of the same religion …. A feeling of unknown Sweeps over a home Be it two, seven, nine or ten? Elsewhere gunfire cracks overhead She looks down, her loved one is dead She holds her in her arms ….
5.
You Are Gone 05:29
A vacuum. A bleakness Lingering shadow of lone Time to face all my weaknesses Now that you are gone Nowehere to lay the blame Naked with nowhere to hide Nothing goals that I can claim I achieved alone Dream away my pain Dream away my fear But when I awake I will be wrapped within them The pain and the fear will comfort me Now that you are gone
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Alone Alone 04:02
Alone the feeling swept over him Alone that feeling so grim Alone alone Waiting by the phone For the call for him to go And leave his happy home Stoned he was to take the pain Stranded in time and space again Alone alone Smoking shit getting stoned No place to call his own No happy home Alone the feeling swept over him Alone that feeling so grim Alone alone Waiting by the phone For the call for him to go And leave his happy home They never saw how hard he fought. They never cared about what he thought. Alone alone Smoking shit getting stoned No place to call his own No happy home

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released February 28, 2008

robbie jalapeno - guitars, vox
Dave Porch - guitars
Alfonse Lorde - bass
Grant McCracken - drums

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