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O lovely Gwenita
I’m so happy to meet ‘ya
Because I think I love you
It is not a tangible thing
But if it were a tangerine,
I would eat it
O lovely Gwenita
I’m so happy to meet ‘ya
Because I think I love you
I cradle you into my arms
And label you with all of the charms
Inside me

I look into the Sun
As the sunlight flashes
And look into your eyes
As the moon relaxes
O lovely Gwenita
I’m so happy to meet ‘ya
Because I think I love you
I pour a drink into the glass
Waiting for the moments to pass
‘til I see you

Look into the sun
As the sunlight flashes
Look into your eyes
As the moon relaxes

O lovely Gwenita
I’m so happy to meet ‘ya
Because I think I love you
My sisters are gathered around me
And if they had not come and found me
I’d be floating

O lovely Gwenita
I’m so happy to meet ‘ya
Because I think I love you
(even when people are screaming, I think of you and I am dreaming, instead)

Drums, Bass, Piano, Electric Piano, Strings, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

 



I’ve been around
And I waited for the day
When a lover would shine on me
I stood my ground
And I witnessed there
That there were only clouds of despair
And ladies in their mansions, who combed their hair

This town won’t love you
If you pay your taxes on the run
This town won’t love you if you stay
This town won’t love you
Unless you lay your heart out on a plate
And stamp it with an expiration date
This town won’t love you, this town

I ran around
And I played the field
And laid with women who would not yield
Their all to me
So I was confused
All I got was my Springsteen’s bruised
Though I had a lot of fun being used

This town won’t love you
If you pay your taxes on the run
This town won’t love you if you stay
This town won’t love you
Unless you lay your heart out on a plate
And stamp it with an expiration date
This town won’t love, this town

I was a boy
Who became a man
According to nature’s master plan
I was a fool
Who believed in romance
And believed in a 2nd chance
With ladies in their mansions, a slow lap dance

This town won’t love you
If you pay your taxes on the run
This town won’t love you if you stay
This town won’t love you
Unless you lay your heart out on a plate
And stamp it with an expiration date
This town won’t love, I said this town

Drums, Bass, Piano, Keyboards, Horns, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

With a girl like you
And a boy like me
We can sing hallelujah
And share the love
Coming through ya
With a girl like you
And a boy like me
We can dance in the moonlight
And swim the waves of midnight
A girl like you
And a boy like me

I was raised on American streets
Just to let you know
I was raised on chicken and cornbread
Just to let you know
(and I’ve got to let it show)

With a girl like you
And a boy like me
We can follow the rainbow
Then ride until it let go
With a girl like you
And a boy like me
We can swing through the jungle
Until the vines began to crumble
A girl like you
And a boy like me

I was raised on American streets
Just to let you know
I was raised on catfish and greens
Just to let you know
(and I’ve go to let it show)

With a girl like you
And a boy like me
We can sing hallelujah
And share the love coming through ya
With a girl like you
And a boy like me
We can follow the rainbow
And then ride until it let go
A girl like you (you)
And a boy like me

I was raised on American streets
Just to let you know
I was raised on chicken and cornbread
Just to let you know
(and I’ve got to let it show)

Drums, bass, guitars, organ, piano, vocals - Sananda Maitreya
‘Fiddle’ and banjo - Maestro Lucio Fabbri.

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

I never knew how much I loved you
Until they wrote a song about you!

Hip shaker, party maker,
Candle you handle, my butcher
Be in your baker?
Fist pumping, the needle jumping
Between my heartbeat
And my nerve it rattled something
“Settle down, don’t be so free”
(she’d say) ‘Kiss my Jazz,
I’ll be what I got to be’
Settle down, don’t be so free
I’ll be what I’ve got to be

I never knew how much I loved you
Until they wrote a song about you

The assumption of my function
Is to meet you at the crossroads
Of the junction
Bull masters
Wall street backers
I took some chairs,
And fought the bears
And beat the Packers
Settle down, don’t be so free
Kiss my Jazz, I’ll be what I got to be
Settle down, don’t be so free
I’ll be what I got to be

I never knew how much I loved you
Until they wrote a song about you

Sweet mable, beneath my table
If they can’t kill you with the lance
They’ll use the label
Sensation
Animation
Wake up your nerve
And take the deeper penetration
“Settle down, don’t be so free”
‘Kiss my Jazz, I’ll be what I got to be
Settle down , don’t be so free
I’ll be what I’ve got to be

I never knew how much I loved you
Until they wrote a song about you!

Drums, Bass, Guitars, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 


HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO FEELS IT
THEN I’VE GOT TO BE THE ONE WHO DEALS IT
‘CAUSE I’M NOT A SECOND CHANCER
HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO TAKES IT
THEN I’VE GOT TO BE THE ONE WHO BREAKS IT
BUT UNTIL I FIND MY ANSWERS,
I’LL SURROUND MYSELF WITH DANCERS…

OF A CERTAIN KIND
LIKE MOST OF YOURS
AND SOME OF MINE
I HEAR THUNDER IN A MOUNTAIN FIELD
AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I FEEL
AND I MUST GO AND I MUST GO ALONE
YOU CAN'T CALL ME ON A TELEPHONE
WHO KNOWS JUST WHAT I’LL FIND
I MAY BE WASTING TIME

AT THE CROSSROADS
WHERE I FIND MYSELF
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP
AFRAID THAT I HAVE TO
FACE IT BY MYSELF
AT THE CROSSROADS
WHERE I FIND MYSELF
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP
AFRAID THAT I’LL HAVE TO
FACE IT BY MYSELF

HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO CHASES
ALL THE MIRRORS THAT HAVE BLURRED MY FACES
THEN MY HAT’S OFF TO THE RACES
HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO’S TASTED
ALL THE WINE AND WOMEN THAT I’VE WASTED
LOOKING FOR MY ANSWERS
AND SURROUNDED WITH MY DANCERS…

OF A CERTAIN KIND
LIKE MOST OF YOURS
AND SOME OF MINE
I HEAR THUNDER IN A MOUNTAIN FIELD
AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I FEEL
AND I MUST GO, AND I MUST GO ALONE
YOU CAN’T CALL ME ON A TELEPHONE
WHO KNOWS JUST WHAT I’LL FIND
I MAY BE WASTING TIME

AT THE CROSSROADS
WHERE I FIND MYSELF
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP
AFRAID THAT I’LL HAVE TO
FACE IT BY MYSELF
AT THE CROSSROADS
WHERE I FIND MYSELF
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP
AFRAID THAT I’LL HAVE TO
FACE IT BY MYSELF

HEY, IF I WALK THROUGH THE GRAVEL
OF STONES AT MY FEET AS I TRAVEL
STAGGERING LIKE A PANTHER
HEY, IF I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEYS
THROUGH THE CARAVANS OF BROKEN ALLEYS
LOOKING FOR MY ANSWERS
I’LL SURROUND MYSELF WITH DANCERS…

OF A CERTAIN KIND
LIKE MOST OF YOURS
AND SOME OF MINE
I HEAR THUNDER IN A MOUNTAIN FIELD
AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I FEEL
AND I MUST GO, AND I MUST GO ALONE
YOU CAN’T CALL ME ON A TELEPHONE
WHO KNOWS JUST WHAT I’LL FIND
I MAY BE WASTING TIME

AT THE CROSSROADS
WHERE I FIND MYSELF
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP
AFRAID THAT I’LL HAVE TO
FACE IT BY MYSELF
AT THE CROSSROADS
WHERE I FIND MYSELF
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP
AFRAID THAT I HAVE TO
FACE IT BY MYSELF…..

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009


A wife knows
Her man's pain
A wife knows
Her man's pain
And she brings out the bitter tears that remain

A wife feels
Her man's pride
A wife feels
Her man's pride
And she brings out the best in him by his side

A wife knows
Her man's pain
A wife knows
Her man's pain
And she brings out the bitter tears that remain

Drums, Bass, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you tell me that you're leaving me
My heart would soon be sad
I'll grab the pillows from the bed
And I'll knock these stones against my head
If you turn and walk away
And leave me where I lay
I would just walk out on the ledge
And knock these stones against my head

You say you're leaving me today
You say that I should walk away

If you leave my arms this way
And climb out of our bed
And just leave me on the wetspot
I'll knock these stones against my head
If you wave and say goodbye
You will not see me cry
I'll grab the pillows from our bed
And I'll knock these stones against my head

You say you're leaving me today
You say that I should walk away

If you tell me that you're leaving me
My heart would soon be sad
I'll grab the pillows from the bed
And I'll knock these stones against my head
If you turn and walk away
And leave me where I lay
I'll just walk out on the ledge
And knock these stones against my head
I'll just walk out on the ledge
And knock these stones against my head

Drums, Bass, Guitar, and Vox , non interruptus - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

If I just stay with you
The dark sky on the horizon
Will open wide and see
The future belongs to me
If I just stay with you
The whispers that were behind me
Will turn to cheers instead
And melt straight into my ears
If I just stay with you
If I just stay with you
If I just stay with you.

If I just stay with you
The heartbeat that I am pumping
Will keep on loving you,
Loving you all or nothing
If I just stay with you
The mountains that are before us
Will turn to stepping stones
Then brick by brick I am home
If I just stay with you
If I just stay with you
If I just stay with you

If I just stay with you
The dark sky on the horizon
Will open wide and see
The future belongs to me
If I just stay with you
If I just stay with you
If I just stay with you
(and blah, blah, blah)

Drums, Bass, Guitar, and Vox non inhibitus - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

 

I ADMIT, I’VE BEEN CONFUSED
MY MIND SEWN UP
MY SOUL ABUSED
I NEEDED TIME TO BREATHE
TO WARM MY FEET
ROLL UP MY SLEEVES
NOW LISTEN UP BEFORE YOU LEAVE

I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME QUIET
BUT BABY, HAS IT BEEN TOO QUIET NOW?
I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME PEACE
BUT NOW IT FEELS LIKE I’VE LOST
A PIECE OF ME

BACK WHEN I KNEW YOUR NAME
BEFORE I KNEW
YOUR OTHER GAMES
BACK WHEN A KISS WAS ALL
YOU NEEDED TO
BREAK YOUR FALL
WE SELDOM SPEAK NOW, IF AT ALL

I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME QUIET
BUT BABY, HAS IT BEEN TOO QUIET NOW?
I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME PEACE
BUT NOW, IT FEELS LIKE I’VE LOST
A PIECE OF ME

YOU PLAYED ME LIKE PIANO KEYS
THEN BROKE MY HEART
BY MEMORY
THEN BEAT ME LIKE A DRUM
DROPPED YOUR STICKS
THEN TRIED TO RUN
WE HELD EACH OTHER LIKE A GUN

I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME QUIET
BUT BABY, HAS IT BEEN TOO QUIET NOW?
I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME PEACE
BUT NOW, IT FEELS LIKE I’VE LOST
A PIECE OF ME

Drums, Bass, Piano, Organ,Keyboards, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

SHE DRIVE YOU CRAZY
IF YOU'RE HER BABY
LIKE A RED MERCEDES
(AND SHE WILL KILL YOUR LUCK WITH OTHER LADIES)

FREE ME, LOVE ME
FREE ME, LOVE ME
FREE ME, LOVE ME
FREE ME, LOVE ME

SHE RODE ME LIKE A
A HARLEY BIKER
I’D ALWAYS FIGHT HER
(AND SHE WOULD SCREAM WHEN I WOULD TRY TO BITE HER)

FREE ME, LOVE ME
FREE ME, LOVE ME
FREE ME, LOVE ME
FREE ME, LOVE ME

SHE KNOW NO MERCY
TO REIMBURSE ME
FOR MY CHARITY
(AND FOR THE TIME THAT IT TAKES TO REHEARSE ME)

FREE ME, LOVE ME
FREE ME, LOVE ME
FREE ME, LOVE ME
FREE ME, LOVE ME

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Organ, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 




 

 


SHE DANCES WITH THE DEVIL
HE KEEPS HER ON HIS LEVEL
SHE WAS A COLD ASSASSIN
SHE COULD HAVE TAUGHT A CLASS IN
HE WAS A FIREBIRD
SHE WAS HIS DYING WORD
SO I WANTED HER DEAD
TO PUT A BULLET THROUGH HER HEAD
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS
SO I WANTED HER DEAD
TO SUFFOCATE HER ON HER BED
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD
AND WIPED HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!

SHE CAME IN LIKE A WIDOW
WITH SPIDERS ON HER PILLOW
SHE WAS ‘CONFUSIONISTA’
HE WAS ‘EVANGELISTA’
HE WAS A RINPOCHE
HER FENG SHUI NO EASY WAY
SO HE WANTED TO DROWN
BUT KEEP HIS BIGGER FISH AROUND
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS
IT GOT HARDER TO SWIM
I SWEATED SO MUCH, MY CHANCES SLIMMED
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!

SHE DANCES WITH THE DEVIL
HE KEEPS HER ON HIS LEVEL
SHE WAS A COLD ASSASSIN
SHE COULD HAVE TAUGHT A CLASS IN
HE WAS A FIREBIRD
SHE WAS HIS DYING WORD
SO I WANTED HER DEAD
TO PUT A BULLET THROUGH HER HEAD
AND I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS
SO I WANTED HER DEAD
TO SUFFOCATE HER ON HER BED
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS

I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Organ, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009


I’m gonna get you girl
I’m gonna knock on your door
I’m gonna get you girl
I’m gonna knock on your door
Because you’re a widow
And you’re gonna need my love

I go to sleep
In silent fear
That my dreams
Won’t find you here
‘Cause I‘ve gotta give my heart to Mrs. Gupta!

I’m gonna get you girl
And I’m gonna tie you down
I'm gonna lay with you
And I want to stay around

I go to sleep
In silent fear
That my dreams
Won’t find you here
‘Cause I’ve gotta give my heart to Mrs. Gupta!

I’m gonna get you girl
I’m gonna knock on your door
I’m gonna get you girl
And I’m gonna knock on your door
Because you’re a widow
And you’re gonna need my love

MRS. GUPTA BE SURE TO REMEMBER THAT OBSTACLES ONLY HELP CLEAR CONFUSION!

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Organ, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

 

 

 

 



When time, first woke up to begin
You’ve been on my mind since then
(I dream that I’ve already been there)
Friends, lost track of the state I'm in
Drink! Is what they recommend

Ooh Carolina I’m sure
I just wanna love you, for sure
I just wanna love you
Nothing could be finer

Your face strangles tears without a trace
You’d cry if you could find a place
(I dream that I’ve already been there)
Let’s ride, and ramble on the mountainside
You, me, and my fertile pride

Ooh Carolina I’m sure
I just wanna love you for sure
I just wanna love you
Nothing could be finer

Don’t wait, love goes cold if it’s too late
And fades when it depreciates

Ooh Carolina I’m sure
I just wanna love you for sure
I just wanna love you
Nothing could be finer

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Organ, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

Listen to the laughing waters rolling down the stream
If the sun would come tomorrow it would be a dream
Because tomorrow a family reunion is taking its place in the park
Tomorrow's family reunion and it will be there after dark

Children will be running over the clover in the fields
Barbecues and Butterflies are rising on the hill
Because tomorrow a family reunion is taking its place in the park
Tomorrow’s family reunion and it will be there after dark

Porticos in alabaster, the calendar is free
We pray to God that he will bless our humble family tree
Because tomorrow a family reunion is taking its place in the park
Because tomorrow’s a family reunion and it will be there after dark.

Drums, Percussion; Bass, Keyboards, Acoustic Guitars, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

 

 

 




 

Where did all the money go?
Let’s write some crazy rhymes
I’ve got some time from sipping the wine
Crooks and nannies cooking the books
And the dollar bills are fleeing the hills
Where did the money go, Where did all the
Money go? Where did the money go, where
Did all of the money go?

Let’s check the space satellites
Maybe they send it there overnight
Let’s ask the birds in the trees,
They say ‘Gesundheit’, if you can sneeze
Where did the money go, where did all of the money go?
Where did the money go, where did all of the money go?

Let’s ask the cynical man
Maybe he has a financial plan
Let’s keep an eye on your broker
Is he a smoker, a practical joker?
Where did the money go, where did all the money go?
Where did the money go, where did all of the money go?

Tell me, WHERE DID ALL THE MONEY GO?

Drums, Bass, Guitars, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009


 


 

 

 

 




The stock market’s fallen today
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed

The cynical life is easy
If you’re living in an easy chair
But if you’re living all your dreams from there
You’ll wake up crying
A horizontal life is easy
If you’re living in an open grave
But if you’re living from the love you save
You’ll end up flying

The stock market’s fallen today
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed
The busses stopped running today
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed

A critical eye can follow
All the meanings of your last mistake
So you must drink the wine
Before they break the empty bottle
A vertical mind will tell you
That you’re wasting all your time alone
But you must dig before you reach
The bone inside your puddle

The stock market’s fallen today
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed
The busses stopped running today
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed
Because you’ve changed

Drums, bass, guitars, piano, organ, percussion, vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

Flash back to the early 80’s
You couldn’t even sing
But you were lucky with the ladies
And the magic they bring
They say you didn’t need the money
(BUT YOU ALWAYS NEED THE MONEY!)
But you knew someone who knew someone who knew someone

Superstar
Where did you go where did you go where did you go?
Why did you leave why did you leave why did you leave?
Where did you go where did you go where did you go?
Where did you go?
They say you don’t need the money
(BUT YOU ALWAYS NEED THE MONEY!)

All your hits were written for you
You couldn’t even play
The rumours were, despite your image
That you were gay
They say you didn’t need the money
(BUT YOU ALWAYS NEED THE MONEY!)
But you knew someone who knew someone who knew someone

Superstar
Where did you go where did you go where did you go?
Why did you leave why did you leave why did you leave?
Where did you go where did you go where did you go?
Where did you go?
They say you don’t need the money
(BUT YOU ALWAYS NEED THE MONEY!)

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Organ, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009




Some say it was just pneumonia
That December
But I found my love in California
That December
That December
December in the Rain!

Knocked out by a certain fever
That December
It made of me a true believer
That December
That December
December in the Rain!

These things, they take on
A mind of their own

Swept up off my feet and restless
That December
Now I’m a fool and I couldn’t care less
(since) That December
That December
December in the Rain!

These things, they take on
A mind of their own

Captured by a sudden smile
That December
Blinded for a little while
That December
That December
December in the Rain!

Drums, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Guitars, Vocals, - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009


Fade, fade I do without you woman
I take the long way home when you’re not here
Let me paint a picture for you
I’m an Angel, not a Saint

So put your body on my canvas and paint
So put the real on your feel
When we meet on the hill
And you can slap me if you tell me I can’t
I’m an Angel, not a Saint!

Come and tumble down across my pillow
Come and lay your flesh upon my shadow
And wet the daisies in my meadow

I’m an Angel, not a Saint
So put your body on my canvas and paint
So put the real on your feel
When we meet on the hill
And you can slap me if you tell me I can’t
I’m an Angel, not a Saint!

Settle all your horses in my stables
Your instability is killing me
Let me paint a picture for you

I’m an Angel, not a Saint
So put your body on my canvas and paint
So put the real on your feel
When we meet on the hill
And you can slap me if you tell me I can’t
I’m an Angel, not a Saint!

 

Drums, bass, guitars, piano, organ, tambourine/percussion, vocals
- Sananda Maitreya
Them funky fiddles - Lucio Fabbri.

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

 

 

 




Dorothy and Toto
Went shopping today
They’re shopping a script for
Another new play
Dorothy had moved from
Kansas to Hollywood
Toto was working
As a TV dog
Do Re Mi Fa, Sol La Ti Da

‘What would you like from the people today?’
She told me that was the name of the new play,
‘What would you like from the people today?’
She wishes they could all be happy
She wishes they could all be happy
She wishes they could all be happy

Several directors
Were ‘sneaking a peek’
Several reporters
Already taking a ‘leak’
Here come the agents,
They’ll push it along
Until the footlights
And the little catfights
Re Mi Fa, Sol La Ti Da

‘What would you like from the people today?’
She told me that was the name of the new play,
‘What would you like from the people today?’
She wishes they could all be happy
She wishes they could all be happy
She wishes they could all be happy

Dorothy and Toto
Live in Beverly Hills
Accountants are fighting
Over paying her bills
She’s scheduled appointments
For fixing her nose
She can afford it
‘cause now she’s rolling in
Dough Re Mi Fa, Sol La Ti Da

‘What would you like from the people today?’
She told me that was the name of the new play,
‘What would you like from the people today?’
She wishes they could all be happy
She wishes they could all be happy
She wishes they could all be happy!

Drums, Bass, Keyboards, Percussion, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya .

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009


Saturday night was the last that I could handle
So I threw her out under her own steam
If you don't know
If you don't know
If you don't know just what I mean
I kicked butt in my boots and a pair of jeans

Her brother was mad so he came to have discussion
Instead he traded words for a concussion
If you don't know
If you don't know
If you don't know just what I mean
I kicked butt in my boots and a pair of jeans

From the corner of my eye I saw a witness
But I convinced him to mind his own business
If you don't know
If you don't know
If you don't know just what I mean
I kicked butt in my boots and a pair of jeans
If you don't know
If you don't know
If you don't know just what I mean
I kicked butt in my boots and a pair of jeans

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya .

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

Priscilla, don’t let your dragons fall
Priscilla, don’t let your dragons fall
Or you may lose your way while the light of the day finds the dawn.

Priscilla, don’t let them tie your shoes
Priscilla, don’t let them hold your screws
Because life in the city will laugh at your pity

O!
When she dances it feels like heaven
GO!
And be well, ring your bell, grab your pillars
SO!

Priscilla, don’t let your dragons fall
Priscilla, don’t let your dragons fall
Or you may fade away while the light of the day finds the dawn
Or you may fade away while the light of the day finds the dawn
Priscilla.

Drums, Percussion, Bass, Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 



Come on up to Kansas City
And bring the old van with the peace sign
We'll share a smoke and tell some jokes
And have a real good time
We'll talk about the old days
And whether our dreams were realized
And we'll laugh about the stories that
Vandalized our pride
And we will find our way home
On the lost highway
And we will find our way home
On the lost highway

We tried to do the right thing
But sometimes the right thing comes out wrong
We raised some hell, we cracked the bell
And partied all night long
Life is like a snowball
It melts if it's not rolling on
So pick up your feet
And kick the beat
And rave until it's gone
And we will find our way home
On the lost highway
And we will find our way home
On the lost highway

Say goodbye to Kansas City
And next time you come stay awhile
'Cause I know some girls that will rock
Your world and loosen up your smile
Pay attention on the road
And pull over if you have to sleep
Because the yellow lines are full
Of destinations that time don't always keep
And we will find our way home
On the lost highway
And we will find our way home
On the lost highway
On the lost highway
On the lost highway

Now pay attention on the road!

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Vocals - Sananda Maitreya

Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009

 

 
   

All songs written, arranged, produced and performed by Sananda Maitreya. For chapters credits click here.
Mixed by Sananda and Matteo Sandri, recorded and engineered by Matteo 'Sergente' Sandri.
A special Thanks for Drum Tech support to Nik Taccori and Mattia Pittella.
Artwork by Nico Benedict for Blake BW. Ecommerce programming by Andrea Mattoli.
Last but not least, a special thanks to our web-dominatrix Lilian Philips.