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…..and restlessly, he began again.

His horses galloping over the gravel of time, running to burst free of the reins.
The bridle making sure he doesn't remain too idle. Work is idyllic.
He tried to rest on his laurels, but they turned out to be poison ivy and he had to run to his doctor for butt creams and soothing words.
There were things to continue, and no time to waste, as there was always a shadow chasing him. Before dawn arrived, he had to RETURN TO ZOOATHALON before they closed the gates. And through the mist, came these songs just like this, from one of your favorite fish. A Pisces in crisis throwing dice at slices of rice to bring down the prices.
Of mice and men, hitting you hard like Mike Tyson and then some, raising the money for ransom. And hoping to raise your hands some. Some things must be, like the balls of Salmon Rushdie. Like Lebron and Kobe. Bless thee.
This chapter 1, THE LAST TRAIN TO HOUSTON, is dedicated to the memory of the divine Goddess, madame WHITNEY HOUSTON. 
The world is better for having known you, even if it were too small to contain you. Dedicated as well to mama Cissy Houston and Whitney's daughter Bobbi Christina. And to cousin Dionne. Also dedicated to my mother, FRANCES. While my spaceship is being repaired, we work to pay the bill. And if we may, we also dedicate these songs to my lovely wife and apologist Francesca and to our son, Francesco Mingus Maitreya. Living with an artist requires patience and stamina, as even when I bring the sandwiches, I am not always a picnic. Also thanks to ORNELLA MUTI for her contribution to the imagination of my electric, pulsating youth. And thanks to you, for your flagrant indulgence, support and interest. We would also like to dedicate this chapter of our new, latest project to our recently departed (as of March 1st 2012) great-grandfather, FRANCESCO RIZZI, a bona fide Italian war hero and a wonderful human being (he left at 93!). May God bless and keep him, Whitney, as well as the rest of us wanderers swimming like flies through the soup of existence.....
Now get your ticket, and grab a seat, the train is pulling out, like a lover pulls out of his beloved. The destination is in your heart. Please enjoy these tunes, and take my regard with you as your luggage. And remember, we do not really lose voice, until we first lose heart and the faith that supports it. 

Selections are:
The Last Train to Houston
Albuquerque
Dancing with Mr. Nostalgia
Tequila Mockingbird
Mr. Gruberschnickel
Ornella or Nothing 


All song selections Written, Arranged, Produced and Performed by Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing. All songs recorded and engineered by MATTEO 'Sergente' SANDRI. All songs mixed by Matteo and Sananda. All songs recorded and mixed at MONO STUDIO in beautiful Milano Italy, in the 11 days between February 13-25, 2012. A very special thanks to my ENGINEER and ally, Matteo Sandri. And thanks to TOBY, the studio dog, to whom I refer as Shakespeare's dog. Why? Toby or not Toby, that is the question! Fortunately, Toby is dyslexic and thinks that he is God. 
 

Chapter 1: THE LAST TRAIN TO HOUSTON

1) The last train to Houston (05:25)

Music: Sananda Maitreya
Piano and Kurzweil Strings
by Sananda
© + P  2012 Treehouse Publishing 


2) Albuquerque (03:37)

New Mexico is where I make my home
in the canyons where the stars are all I own
Leaving Santa Fe was not my plan
but only the cactus and coyotes
could understand her demands

I had a fear that you might hurt me
O I'll be damned or Albuquerque
I had a fear that you might hurt me
O I'll be damned or Albuquerque

Wondering if I hadn't gone insane
'cause I failed to see her teardrops
through the falling rain
The future started fading from our view
and I had to run to keep ahead of you and the pain

I had a fear that you might hurt me
O I'll be damned or Albuquerque
I had a fear that you might hurt me
O I'll be damned or Albuquerque

In the deserts of New Mexico
I swallow hard and I let go of you
Crazy love is never easy
it's why I moved to Albuquerque
to start anew

Paradise is just a world away
with all the meanings that you placed
your faith in yesterday
Climbing down the mountain of our fate
If I learned it all I fear I learned it all too late

I had a fear that you might hurt me
O I'll be damned or Albuquerque
I had a fear that you might hurt me
O I'll be damned or Albuquerque
O I'll be damned or Albuquerque
O I'll be damned or Albuquerque

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Acoustic Guitars, Bongos, Maracas, Tambourine, Vocals
by Sananda Maitreya
© + P  2012 Treehouse Publishing 


3) Dancing With Mr. Nostalgia (03:26)

I heard you went dancing with Mr. Nostalgia
He'll boss you, he'll cost you
You'll pay by the hour
He'll tighten up your skin
He'll buy you and then ride you
like the horse you came in on

I heard you went dancing with Mr. Nostalgia
His virtue won't hurt you
Unless it's gone sour
He's crawling up your spine
He'll shake you and bake you
to surrender your time

Time, it waits for no one but its own
And the love it takes to give is always known

I heard you went dancing with Mr. Nostalgia
He'll make you adapt to
the past they denied you
He'll take your memory lane
and make it so that you
don't have to explain
But then you'll have to pay
as logic and magic go
their separate ways

I heard you went dancing with Mr. Nostalgia

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Guitars, Vocals
by Sananda Maitreya
© + P  2012 Treehouse Publishing 


4) Tequila Mockingbird (03:27)

Love will only show its face if you forget its name
Love will only please you if you take it by the hand
Tequila Mockingbird
Love has the final word
Tequila Mockingbird
Love has the final word
Final word

So how can I forget you baby?
We once danced in the dark
If I fail to live without you baby
Just send me another spark
Just send me another spark

Hands across the body leaves a lot of lovers marks
And some are darker than the branches of a broken heart
Tequila Mockingbird
Love has the final word
Tequila Mockingbird
Love has the final word
Final word

So how can I forget you honey?
We once danced in the dark
If I fail to live without you baby
Just send me another spark
Just send me another spark

Hands that once caressed you sugar
are now folded in my arms
and a heart that once finessed you baby
is a stitch away from falling apart
So how can I forget you baby?
We once danced in the dark
If I fail to live without you baby
Just send me another spark
Just send me another spark

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Guitars, Vocals
by Sananda Maitreya
© + P  2012 Treehouse Publishing 


5) Mr. Gruberschnickel (03:40)

I've been running, I've been running
All my life, all my life
I've been paying for what they're saying
All my life, all my life
And it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing

So Mr. Gruberschnickel
Don't keep your nickels all in one place
Have another pickle
And let it ride, let it ride
So Mr. Gruberschnickel
Don't keep your nickels all in one place
Eat your Wiener Schnitzel
And let it ride, let it ride

I've been praying for a way in
All my life, all my life
I've been jumping with my fist pumping
All my life, all my life
And it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing

So Mr. Gruberschnickel
Don't keep your nickels all in one place
Have another pretzel
And let it ride, let it ride
So Mr. Gruberschnickel
Don't keep your nickels all in one place
Eat your Wiener Schnitzel
And let it ride, let it ride

I've been fighting and inviting
trouble, trouble all my life
And it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing

So Mr. Gruberschnickel
Don't keep your nickels all in one place
Have another tickle
And let it ride, let it ride
So Mr. Gruberschnickel
Don't keep your nickels all in one place
Pinch another nipple
And let it ride, let it ride

So Mr. Gruberschnickel
Don't keep your nickels all in one place
Have another pickle
And let it ride, let it ride
So Mr. Gruberschnickel
Don't keep your nickels all in one place
Eat your Wiener Schnitzel
And let it ride, let it ride

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Electric Piano, Banjo, Maracas, Strings, Vocals
by Sananda Maitreya
© + P  2012 Treehouse Publishing 


6) Ornella Or Nothing (03:44)

When I sleep I slip away
To a love that finds a way
She comes in colors like a falling star
She is the reason that I've come this far
She speaks in languages I understand
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing
She never talks about the way she feels
She punches poets just to keep it real
She rides my fences but she doesn't steal
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing

When I sleep I slip away
To a love that finds a way

She drive a motorcycle like a man
She count her money with an open hand
She come so loud that you can hear her scream
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing
Her brother was a soldier in the mob
She slapped him hard and made him get a job
He splits his knuckles in the lumberyard
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing

When I sleep I slip away
To a love that finds a way

Open your heart, Open your heart
Because it takes two to love
Open your heart, Open your heart
Because it takes two to love

She is a missionary in her mind
She spreads her lips instead of valentines
She is a fighter and I'm not much lighter
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing
She ran away when she was 17
And I ran into her where I had been
I won the lottery when I met she
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing
That's why I'm all about Ornella or nothing

When I sleep I slip away
To a love that finds a way

Words and Music: Sananda Maitreya
Drums, Bass, Piano, Electric Piano, Synthesizer, Strings, Harp, French Horn, Vocals
by Sananda Maitreya
© + P  2012 Treehouse Publishing 

We relied upon YAMAHA drums, MAGNETO amps, and an AMPEG CLASSIC bass amp for professional support. These sessions utilized the GIBSON Acoustic Jumbo and Dove guitars, the FENDER Banjo, and the GIBSON SG and Flying V electric guitars. Bass was our light blue model FENDER JAZZ. Keyboard was our trusty KURZWEIL. Percussion by Latin Percussion. See you later, masturbator ! Don't forget, if lost and in doubt, RETURN TO ZOOATHALON !

Post note: The ZOOATHALON is the parade of archetypes that revolve around us every day and in which we ourselves are an intrinsic part. Human psychology, mixed with biology, as it affects the science of living. The Zodiac is a part of the greater Zooathalon. Welcome to the parade, this is your life. Each and every day is an Olympic event !

ZOOATHALON is a trademark of TREEHOUSE PUBLISHING and Sananda Maitreya. All songs and intellectual material property of Treehouse Publishing. THP013. All rights reserved.
Thank you!

* We thank our great hero, the Supreme Grandmaster DUKE ELLINGTON for use of the phrase, 'It Don't Mean A Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing'.

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