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Victor Payan and the Broken Dreamers

 

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Despiertense Muertos
by Victor Payan

Despiertense muertos
En este panteón
Ofrendas de azucar y canción
Bailen queridos muertos
Abajo del sol
Disfruten de las frutas de amor

Todos los vivos quieren vivir
En un mundo lindo, libre y feliz
En este día, juntos vamos reir
En un mundo lindo, libre y feliz

Despiertense muertos
En este panteón
Ofrendas de azucar y canción

Bailen queridos muertos
Abajo del sol
Disfruten de las frutas de amor

Todos los vivos quieren vivir
En un mundo lindo, libre y feliz
En este día, juntos vamos reir
En un mundo lindo, libre y feliz

Siempre viven los muertos
En mi corazón
Ofrendas de azucar y amor
Siempre viven los muertos
En mi corazón

Ofrendas de azucar y amor
Ofrendas de azucar y amor
Ofrendas de azucar y amor

© 1999 Victor Payan

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Miss Lupe Stands on the Corner and Sings the Blues
by Victor Payan

Dionysus walks along the edge of a crystal blue cathedral of a street
And the street light casts a savage glow on the orange pumpkin shadows at his feet
And Miss Lupe stands on the corner with her roses and she's dreaming of Moses

Johnny Diego's standing at the bar telling all the world about a woman he just met
With her purple dress and her ragged smile, man, you know she must have been a suffragette
And Miss Lupe stands on the corner with her roses, she's dreaming of Moses

Ruben calls Brown Buffalo & says hey, you wanna come over for a beer?
And Cesar reads a birthday card that says "man, don't you know we wish that you were here"
And Miss Lupe stands on the corner with her roses and she's dreaming of Moses

Dionysus walks along the edge of a crystal blue cathedral of a street
And the street light casts a savage glow on the orange pumpkin shadows at his feet
And Miss Lupe stands on the corner with her roses, she's dreaming of Moses

And Miss Lupe stands on the corner with her roses, she's dreaming of Moses

© 1999 Victor Payan

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My Lovely Rose
by Victor Payan

Farewell, farewell, my sweet Marie
These years have not not been so kind to me
I wish I could have been born to set you free
But a man cannot fight or change his destiny

The road was thorny, I stood my my ground
The wind howled til I learned to love the sound
The cold cracked like a whip into my skin
Til a door opened up in you and I crawled in

Farewell, farewell, my dear Claudette
Still searching for answers you aint found yet
One thing that I learned in all my years
When you look for an answer too long it never appears

The road was thorny, I stood my my ground
The wind howled til I learned to love the sound
The cold cracked like a whip into my skin
Til a hole opened up in you and I crawled in

Farewell, farewell, my lovely Rose
How I long to hear your laughter and feel you close
I sing this song by your grave to your pretty ghost
Just to let you know it was you I loved the most

The road was thorny, I stood my my ground
The wind howled til I learned to love the sound
The cold cracked like a whip into my skin
Til a hole opened up in you and I crawled in

© 2003 Victor Payan

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Ghost Song
by Victor Payan

At a fork in a dusty road, I came upon
At a fork in a dusty road, I came upon
The ghost of a pretty girl who died too young
The ghost of a pretty girl who died too young

She said please go tell my ma back home that I
She said please go tell my ma back home that I
Saw the faces of the men who took my life
Saw the faces of the men who took my life

singing whooooooah I am...whooooooah I am

Then a hoot owl cried and an old coyote sang
Then a hoot owl cried and an old coyote sang
And the ghosts of a hundred women stood up in the sand
And the ghosts of a hundred women stood up in the sand

One had been a sister, one had been a bride
One had been a sister, one had been a bride
One had been a child with a heart of white
One had been a child with a heart of white

Singing whooooooah I am...whooooooah I am

They said shame on the police man, shame on the judge
Shame on the police man, shame on the judge
For thinking the life of a woman aint worth that much
For thinking the life of a woman aint worth that much

Then shining like a heart on fire came the desert sun
Shining like a heart on fire came the desert sun
And the fire of a million stars burned into one
And the heart of a million stars burned into one

Singing whooooooah I am...whooooooah I am

At a fork in a dusty road I came upon
The ghost of a pretty girl who died too young

© 2003 Victor Payan

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She Lives in a Haunted House
by Victor Payan

She lives in a haunted house in the haunted part of town
Where the shadows are irregular so she keeps her curtains down

And she dances round a candle like a moth from outer space
But you can see she is an angel if you look into her face

In the circle of her iris is the light behind a cloud
And her lips are from a petal of a rose on holy ground

She was born into a darkness that she could not comprehend
But she'll look you in the eye and say do you want to be my friend?

© 1998 Victor Payan

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Waiting to Bring You Down
by Victor Payan

All kinds of people
Upside down
And they're waiting to bring you down

All of their colors
Bleed into brown
And they're waiting to bring you down

The stars above you
Hear your sound
And they're waiting to bring you down

So many changes
Coming round
And they're waiting to bring you down

Bring you down
Bring you down
They're waiting to bring you down

Bring you down
Bring you down down down
They're waiting to bring you down

Soul baby
Soul child
So magnificent
So free and wild

Bring you down
Bring you down
They're waiting to bring you down

Bring you down
Bring you down down down
They're waiting, they're waiting
To bring you down

© 1999 Victor Payan

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Recuerdo
by victor payan

Do you remember the songs of inspiration?
And the promise that we shared?
Do you remember the nights of celebration
When we lifted our souls into the air

It was on one of those nights when we lost you
In a nightmare rain of bullets and clubs
When the soldiers came out of the shadows
And put a hole in the thing we called love

Light a candle for the missing
Light a candle for the scared
Light a candle for the dreamers
And the dreams that we all shared

It's been years since the darkness descended
Years of torture and blood
Years of the black dreaded silence
That cuts out all the light from above

Let me eat to forget that I am hungry
Let me dance to forget that I fall down
Let me laugh until I wake up
Let me drink until I drown

Light a candle for the missing
Light a candle for the scared
Light a candle for the dreamers
And the dreams that we all shared

I remember the fire of your speeches
Seemed like there was always enough
I remember the songs that you'd teach us
And the joy and the laughter and the love

I can still see your magic eyes upon us
In their peaceful graceful way
I can still feel your warm arms around us
As we dance and hold on to yesterday

Light a candle for the missing
Light a candle for the scared
Light a candle for the dreamers
And the dreams that we all shared

Do you remember the songs of inspiration?
And the promise that we shared?
Do you remember the nights of celebration
When we lifted our souls into the air

© 2003 Victor Payan

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Waves
by Victor Payan

Some waves rush in like stallions
Proud and fierce and brave
And some slide in like galleons
in search of gold & souls to save

Some hit the shore like soldiers
Only to falter in the sand
Others like shipwreck survivors
Come clutching at the land

Some waves are ferocious
Like the beating of a slave
Some wash up like a body
That nobody could save

Some waves are mean and angry
That the ocean has an end
And some are like a bottle
That a dead man once did send

Some waves come in lapping
Like a lover in repose
And some waves are caught napping
By proud Aegean foes

Some walk along the shoreline
Like a mother and a son
And others slip out quietly
unseen by anyone

© 1997 Victor Payan

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Time
by Victor Payan

Time is an avarice
Time is an emptiness
A warm
Getting cold

Time is an alphabet
Lost to the ages
When a storm
Wears away the stone

And time is a train conductor
That can can take you far away
From your home

Time is a black fishnet
Time is a small room
Where a whore
Spends the night alone

Time is a broke and bent
Old hobo in a fog
Who knows
When the whistle blows

And time is a train conductor
That can can take you far away
From your home

Time is an avarice
Time is an emptiness
A warm
Getting cold

And time is a train conductor
That can can take you far away
From your home

And time is a train conductor
That can can take you far away
From your home

And time is a train conductor
That can can take you far away
From your home

© 2000 Victor Payan

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all lyrics copyright © Victor Payan. for permission to reprint, email vpayan@flyingserpent.net. posted Nov. 2, 2003.