1. |
The Leah Song
04:04
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The Leah Song
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
Climb up on top of the roof
Look at this lovely sky
Some look at the moon and say she’s aloof
But look at her lovely shine
Yeah, those are my knees shaking
Yeah, that’s my heartbeat pounding inside
But it ain't the height that’s making me
So terrified
I believe I’m falling, I believe I’m falling, calling out Leah, Leah
I believe I’m falling, I believe I’m falling, calling out Leah, Leah
Maybe I just ought to quit
Maybe you got a plan
You ain’t safe, and I don’t fit
But I’m still gonna be your man, yes I am
I want to watch you dance again
Sing me some Marley, take a hold of my hand
I’ll drive you home in my van
As slow as I can
I believe I’m falling, I believe I’m falling, calling out Leah, Leah
I believe I’m falling, I believe I’m falling, calling out Leah, Leah
I believe I’m falling, I believe I’m falling, calling out Leah, Leah
I believe I’m falling, I believe I’m falling, calling out Leah, Leah
Ah, these one-armed angels, ah, these beautiful leaves
Ah, these one-armed angels, ah, these beautiful leaves
Ah, these one-armed angels, ah, these beautiful leaves
Ah, these one-armed angels, ah, these beautiful leaves
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2. |
The Song We Never Wrote
03:47
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The Song We Never Wrote
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
We jumped in the Jeep and left town
It was tough to take the top down
We hit highway 57 like a buck and wing
The lazy sun was setting
And all our cares we were forgetting
500 miles and change to the city of the king
We only had one more hour
When the skies began to shower
Kissing in the southern rain made my knees get weak
We thanked the barkeep that saved us
And the Graceland gods that gave us
Sweet Memphis blues to sway to cheek to cheek
Oh, my, my
I cannot tell a lie
But these words have a hard time coming out of my throat
Oh, well, well
It’s a story I had to tell
I just thought I’d write the song we never wrote
On a day I’ll always remember
We got married in September
The leaves on your bare feet just made me cry
You sang and I played guitar
Mahal kita (I love you)
I’m the luckiest man on earth, and that’s no lie
We flew off to take a
Honeymoon down in Jamaica
We swore by the reggae beat we would never part
To our bungalow we’d go
To turn our lights down low
And make ourselves at home under the island stars
Oh, my, my
I cannot tell a lie
But these words have a hard time coming out of my throat
Oh, well, well
It’s a story I had to tell
I just thought I’d write the song we never wrote
It sets my heart aglow
To watch our family grow
There ain’t a better way a man could spend his time
Through all life’s aches and pains
My love for you remains
I’ll stick right here with you until the day I die
This song is yours to keep
I guess it just put you to sleep
I’ll carry you upstairs; you just go on snoring
I’ll kiss you on your head
And tuck you into bed
Good night, my love, sleep tight; see you in the morning
Oh, my, my
I cannot tell a lie
These words have a hard time coming out of my throat
Oh, well, well
It’s a story I had to tell
I just thought I’d write the song we never wrote
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Thank You for Leaving Me (When I Was Down)
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
I know it wasn’t easy for you babe, loving somebody so blue
I know I wasn’t ready for you, babe, but what was I supposed to do?
I thought I’d be taming these demons with you right by my side
I thought I’d escape this self-hatred, if you’d just be my guide
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
Now I can pick myself up off the ground
Now I can cry without you around
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
I wish I could’ve known you better, I wish we’d written that song
I wish we could’ve grown old together my list of regrets goes on and on
You say it was what it was and I nod and scratch my chin
Can’t shake these collisions of visions of what might have been
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
Now I can pick myself up off the ground
Now I can cry without you around
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
Baby, can you hear me?
‘Cause I’m singing at the top of my lungs
Baby, listen clearly
I know you still love me and I know you’re the one
Baby, though I love you dearly
And it’s been so long since I’ve seen the sun, the sun
Baby, don’t you come near me
‘Cause I might not have the strength
I’m not gonna have the strength to run
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
Now I can pick myself up off the ground
Now I can cry without you around
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
Now I know what your love was all about
Now you can fly without me around
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
Thank you for leaving me when I was down
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4. |
Goodbye Leaves
04:13
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Goodbye Leaves
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
I rearranged the bedroom, it was just getting to be a drag
The couch is in the big room; the bed is in the back
I finally put up your poster, yeah I knew you'd be shocked
But I put everything else you ever gave me in a 4 x 6 inch cardboard box
And yes, I was crying, yes I shed tears
They fell on every note you ever wrote to me for one week shy of a year
Goodbye angels, goodbye leaves, goodbye Memphis and rooftop dreams
How much longer must I grieve until I'm stronger than the ends of my jacket sleeves?
Found that tape you made me, you know the one I'm talking about?
It's you singing a cappella, laughing and giggling throughout
I just let your voice destroy me, took a breath and pressed rewind
Then I made sure that every word hurt, because I knew it would be the last time
And yes, I was crying, yes, I shed tears
One for every note you ever sung to me that so much as blessed my ears
Goodbye angels, goodbye leaves, goodbye Memphis and rooftop dreams
How much longer must I grieve until I'm stronger than the ends of my jacket sleeves?
Goodbye Privata, goodbye plans, goodbye snowsuits and orange vans
Goodbye hiding and eyes that know it, goodbye Pilsen and 3-year-old poets
Goodbye Landslide and noisy beds, goodbye anger and heavy heads
Goodbye rooftops and IHOPS and beautiful dreads
Goodbye angels, goodbye leaves, goodbye Memphis and rooftop dreams
How much longer must I grieve until I'm stronger than the ends of my -
Goodbye angels, goodbye leaves, goodbye Memphis and rooftop dreams
How much longer must I grieve until I'm stronger than the ends of my jacket sleeves?
Goodbye Leaves
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Sweet Perdita
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
Every Monday night, and every other Wednesday
Sweet Perdita gently breaks my heart
And I pour her drinks for free, and I hope the boss don’t see me
‘Cause when Sweet Perdita’s singing, I ain’t so smart
She takes one shot of Jack for every love song
That I dream she sings for me alone
She needs two shots of Beam in-between her
Covers of Nina Simone
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
‘Cause I can ease your pain
I’d cheer you up before you put down the cup
And if you stumble, I’ll take the blame
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
Ain’t nothing that I’d rather be
Honey, I’ll keep you warm through this cold Chicago storm
And you could drown all your sorrows in me
With every lonesome strum, every limb goes numb
My feet uneasily hovering above the floor
And through my tears I see that she don’t sing for me
It’s those hopeless dreams I was hoping to ignore
She takes one shot of Black Johnnie Walker
For every sad song she croons
And it’s Maker’s Mark to harden her heart
Before she can belt out the blues
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
‘Cause I can ease your pain
I’d cheer you up before you put down the cup
And if you stumble, I’ll take the blame
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
Ain’t nothing that I’d rather be
Honey, I’ll keep you warm through this cold Chicago storm
And you could drown all your sorrows in me
Everybody knows that every bar must close
Bleary-eyed and busted, I give last call
And as her final tune leaves this old saloon
So must Sweet Perdita pass these walls
And it’s old Wild Turkey for the barkeep
As the regulars file down the stairs
And I’m drinking Bushmills ‘til I get the will
To confess to her empty chair
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
‘Cause I can ease your pain
I’d cheer you up before you put down the cup
And if you stumble, I’ll take the blame
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
Ain’t nothing that I’d rather be
Honey, I’ll keep you warm through this cold Chicago storm
And you could drown all your sorrows in me
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6. |
Half the Time
02:32
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Half the Time
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
Half the time I’m drinking gin, the other half I’m drunk
Half the time I’m telling lies, the other half is bunk
Half the time I’m half awake, remembering your skin
Half the time I lose the game, the other half I can’t win
Half the time you’re not around, the other half I’m alone
Half the time I bitch and whine, the other half I moan
Half the time I wish I hadn’t done half the things I do
Half the time I’m seeing red, the other half I’m blue
Half the time I’m on my knees, the other half’s no fun
Half the time I walk away from love, the other half I run
Half a chance is all I need to show you that I can change
Half a line’s all I got left, won’t you please meet me halfway?
Oh, half a line’s all I got left, won’t you please meet me halfway?
Half the Time
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
Half the time I’m drinking gin, the other half I’m drunk
Half the time I’m telling lies, the other half is bunk
Half the time I’m half awake, remembering your skin
Half the time I lose the game, the other half I can’t win
Half the time you’re not around, the other half I’m alone
Half the time I bitch and whine, the other half I moan
Half the time I wish I hadn’t done half the things I do
Half the time I’m seeing red, the other half I’m blue
Half the time I’m on my knees, the other half’s no fun
Half the time I walk away from love, the other half I run
Half a chance is all I need to show you that I can change
Half a line’s all I got left, won’t you please meet me halfway?
Oh, half a line’s all I got left, won’t you please meet me halfway?
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7. |
Another November
05:05
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Another November
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
A ways back I lost track of the sidewalk
Ain't nobody's fault but my own
The dogs are barking at me, it's starting to get dark and I can't see
How I'm, how I’m getting home
I'd best just rest my legs for a minute
Wipe these tears from my eyes
Oh god, my heart is breaking, this part of the martyr's taking
Too long, too long to die
Oh lord, get me through another November
Keep me strong, but keep me kind
Oh lord, keep my heart and my leather together
Keep me warm 'til wintertime
I'll weave these leaves into a blanket
Sleep beneath this half-naked tree
And I'll dream of Christmastime, and kiss my princess and watch her climb
Right onto, oh right onto my knee
My sweet little Sky, how I miss you
Every summer sun and autumn moon
God, tell my darling daughter, I'm not far and I've not forgotten her
Daddy's coming soon
Oh lord, get me through another November
Keep me strong, but keep me kind
Oh lord, keep my heart and my leather together
Keep me warm 'til winter time
Oh lord, get me through another November
Keep me strong, but keep me kind
Oh lord, keep my heart and my leather together
Keep me warm 'til wintertime
Lord, keep me warm 'til wintertime
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8. |
Brown Woman
03:39
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Brown Woman
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
Mm, your kisses taste like home to me
And when you smile I hear a sweet island song
Mm, we're moving in harmony
In this beautiful rhythm is where I belong
Brown woman give a brown man wings
Brown woman strum a brown man's strings
You ease my suffering
Hear this brown man sing
Brown woman's where a brown man's from
A brown woman calling make a brown man come
You're sweeter than honey rum
Brown woman, brown woman
Mm, you love me like a summer breeze
Through the mango trees on an ocean shore, yeah
Mm, your skin gets me drunk just as well
As a bottle of San Miguel, let me drink some more
Brown woman give a brown man wings
Brown woman strum a brown man's strings
You ease my suffering
Hear this brown man sing
Brown woman's where a brown man's from
A brown woman calling make a brown man come
You're sweeter than honey rum
Brown woman, brown woman
Like a summer breeze through the mango trees
You love me sweet and slow
Like a slow jam sung in our island tongue
You move me down below
When you're not beside me baby
When you're gone and I'm alone
Umiiyak, umiiyak, ang puso ko, yeah
(My heart cries)
Umiiyak, umiiyak
Brown woman give a brown man wings
Brown woman strum a brown man's strings
You ease my suffering
Hear this brown man sing
Brown woman's where a brown man's from
A brown woman calling make a brown man come
You're sweeter than honey rum
Brown woman, brown woman
Mm
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9. |
Two Channels
03:48
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Two Channels
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr. and Jamie Alker
I got two channels to choose from
26 and 32
It don't break up the tedium
It don't stop me from sniffing glue
And here I sit upon my shit up in my kingdom
Yet, it'll cost you a quarter to kiss me. yeah
And I been feeling like I been living in an aquarium
And my daughter didn't miss me
Turn the fan off before I sleep, 'cause I don't feel like dying
Pray to Bob my soul to keep, won't you keep that bacon frying
I got bunny ears of aluminum
Finely tuned by circus fleas
Dead bodies for breeding them
But they don't speak Japanese
And the ceiling is wheezing like an accordion
And it'll cost you an arm to frisk me, yeah
They're trying to sell me a cell in a sanitarium
Or my daughter will commit me
Turn the fan off before I sleep, 'cause I don't feel like dying
Pray to Bob my soul to keep, won't you keep that bacon frying
I got two channels to choose from
But I can't watch either one
Everybody's a comedian
Everybody is a hired gun
And here I am, another man without his freedom
And it'll cost you your tongue if you dis me
(Unintelligible backwards speak)
And my daughter's in the chimney
Turn the fan off before I sleep, 'cause I don't feel like dying
Pray to Bob my soul to keep, won't you keep that bacon frying
I got two channels to choose from
I got two channels to choose from
I got two channels to choose from
26 and 32
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10. |
The Right Way
10:46
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The Right Way
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
My mama, she didn't bring me up this way
She didn't raise no cad
My daddy would disown me
I don't wanna be bad
But I'm a lying, cheating, foul-hearted fool
And I'd stop it if I could
But I need your angel's wings around me
To remind me to be good
It's making you want me
It's making you rub me the right way
It's making you genuflect
It's making you want me
It's making you rub me the right way
'Till I wanna be sick, 'till I wanna be
Don't believe a single word I say
I'm begging ya
It'll only whet my wickedness
It'll come back to haunt ya, haunt ya
I'm a cold-shouldered two-headed creep
And I wish these words unsaid
But I need your soft, sweet, simple touch
To paint this black heart red
It's making you want me
It's making you rub me the right way
It's making you genuflect
It's making you want me
It's making you rub me the right way
'Till I wanna be sick, 'till I wanna be
You're a wide-eyed little bird, yeah
And your legs are so smooth
I like it when you do what I say
It makes me feel so cool
You're a soft shouldered, big hearted girl
My shining star, mm yeah
You need my demon's seed inside ya
To remind ya who you are
It's making you want me
It's making you rub me the right way
It's making you genuflect
It's making you want me
It's making you rub me the right way
'Till I wanna be sick, 'till I wanna be
I'm so tired of your lip, little girl
Lie on your back, get on your back
Those cute little feet just kill me, kill me
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SEESO Chicago, Illinois
Narciso “Seeso” Lobo is a craftsman songwriter and infectious performer, bursting with earnestness, humor, and heart. Fueled by a love of story and character, his songs are tactile and immediate, able to coax the listener from laughter to tears and back again with each passing rhyme. ... more
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