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The Perfect Mix
Through a crowded bar a little guy pushed
While a musician took the stage and the audience hushed
But not DJ snooze, who drowned the guitar’s first licks
With the exciting news he’d found the perfect mix
DJ Snooze, he’s got a free gift for you
A shiny disk, full of beats and grooves
He’s glowing with pride, it’s taken him many weeks
But now he’s done it, he’s found the perfect mix
Well it’s getting late, and he ain’t going away
He’s made a little mixing desk from a pint and an ashtray
He’d done it for us, not for him or for kicks
He’d made us a minidisk of the perfect mix
“I don’t get much of a crowd at any of my gigs”, he said
“Just me in my room in my local digs
I have a lot of sound stuff, some pretty good rigs
I’ve set it all up to find the perfect mix”
DJ Snooze, he’s got a free gift for you
A shiny disk, full of beats and grooves
He’s glowing with pride, it’s taken him many weeks
But now he’s done it, he’s found the perfect mix
He refused to charge us for this disc jockey’s dream
Though he kept coming back to see if we’d liked what we’d seen
“This ain’t for the music,” he said “they’re just regular hits,
Its for the technical genius of my perfect mix”
He lent us a player and when he turned on his tunes
If the crowd could have heard it he’d have emptied the room
With hearing his mix came a truth automatic
Between the tracks … an empty blast of static
Words & Music © Doug Peters 2006
Pharisee
Well, what happened to you my friend?
You think you’ve had a positive change
But no;
I can’t see that this is so
Standing there upon the street
People trying to stay out of reach
As you try
As you try and preach
And if you really wanted to be set free
Perhaps you’d turn around and see
That you’ve become
Become a Pharisee
‘Love does not insist on its own way’
But that don’t seem to mean too much to you;
Now you’ve been Born Anew
‘Pray to your god who is in secret’
Has become a prayer for everyone to see
Now you’ve become
A Pharisee
Words & Music © Doug Peters 2002
Ka Huna Laydee
Throughout the ages there
It’s come across the sea
From Chakras to Hakka
And Ka Huna Lady
Take a bit of Polynesian
Add some Angels and Mauris
Mix with Chakras, the Hakka
And Ka Huna Lady
There’s an age-old Shaman in there
Jus’ trying to burst free
Through the Chakras, with a Hakka
And Ka Huna Lady
With balanced dance and calloused hand
Partly her and partly me
Open Chakras, cry the Hakka
Dance with Ka Huna Lady
© Words & Music Doug Peters 2007
Hathor
I send up a prayer
To my Goddess Hathor
I beg her to give me the one I desire
When we are lovers, we will thank her
Joyfully we will thank her
Lover, lover, lover in the whole world
I am the one destined for you, by the Goddess
Mistress of pleasure, ruler of joy
Ruler of flowers, queen of the senses
Queen of the dancer, Mistress of music
Mistress of Choirs, Queen of flirtation
You Oh Hathor, Intoxication
Intoxication! Oh, Hathor, you!
A week ago, I prayed to Hathor
My lover came to me and loved me
At the door, there stood my lover
My lover came, it’s been five days now
What else can I do but pray again?
What else can I do but praise?
Praise the Goddess
Words Trad
Arr © Doug Peters 2002
La Vaquera
aka La Vaquera Cuauhtémocense/
The Cuauhtémoc Cowgirl
My heart stopped as I saw her through her tinted panes
As she drove a blue-green pickup through the Sierran plains
A dark-haired Señorita drivin’
Like a Méxican Calamity Jane
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
Well I was hot on her heels as she drove in front of me
And when I chased her through the hills
She was kinda playin’ with me
As if throwing me a lasso
Like some kind of cowgirl mystery
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
Leaving the USA, she showed no signs of stoppin’
Pulled over by the soldiers as she made her border crossing
With a boot full of Texan cargo
She still declared she ain’t got nothin’
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
We caught up in a motel just south of old El Paso
And as she drank Tecate with a little salt, we chatted
And when she shrugged off her li’l mistake
There was a twinkle in her eye
That said if I didn’t think I knew her yet
Then I should go ahead and try
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
Words & Music © Doug Peters 2006
Honduras
Estas en Honduras,
Toda via?
Estoy preocupado,
Senorita!
Tengo dolor ahora,
En mi corazon;
No tengo no mensaje
No oido nada
You spoke with terrorists in Mexico
Blindfold until inside their door
Never fearing what might become of you
Always seeking more
You faced earthquake and hurricane
Whilst helping the poor
Became one with the jungle
Whilst over in El Salvador
The last time you went away
You carried a load;
But maybe now you’ve found your Babylon
Whilst me, I’m still on the road
Estas en Honduras,
Toda via?
Estoy preocupado,
Senorita!
Tengo dolor ahora,
En mi corazon;
No tengo no mensajes
No oio nada
Words & Music © Doug Peters 2007
Through a crowded bar a little guy pushed
While a musician took the stage and the audience hushed
But not DJ snooze, who drowned the guitar’s first licks
With the exciting news he’d found the perfect mix
DJ Snooze, he’s got a free gift for you
A shiny disk, full of beats and grooves
He’s glowing with pride, it’s taken him many weeks
But now he’s done it, he’s found the perfect mix
Well it’s getting late, and he ain’t going away
He’s made a little mixing desk from a pint and an ashtray
He’d done it for us, not for him or for kicks
He’d made us a minidisk of the perfect mix
“I don’t get much of a crowd at any of my gigs”, he said
“Just me in my room in my local digs
I have a lot of sound stuff, some pretty good rigs
I’ve set it all up to find the perfect mix”
DJ Snooze, he’s got a free gift for you
A shiny disk, full of beats and grooves
He’s glowing with pride, it’s taken him many weeks
But now he’s done it, he’s found the perfect mix
He refused to charge us for this disc jockey’s dream
Though he kept coming back to see if we’d liked what we’d seen
“This ain’t for the music,” he said “they’re just regular hits,
Its for the technical genius of my perfect mix”
He lent us a player and when he turned on his tunes
If the crowd could have heard it he’d have emptied the room
With hearing his mix came a truth automatic
Between the tracks … an empty blast of static
Words & Music © Doug Peters 2006
Pharisee
Well, what happened to you my friend?
You think you’ve had a positive change
But no;
I can’t see that this is so
Standing there upon the street
People trying to stay out of reach
As you try
As you try and preach
And if you really wanted to be set free
Perhaps you’d turn around and see
That you’ve become
Become a Pharisee
‘Love does not insist on its own way’
But that don’t seem to mean too much to you;
Now you’ve been Born Anew
‘Pray to your god who is in secret’
Has become a prayer for everyone to see
Now you’ve become
A Pharisee
Words & Music © Doug Peters 2002
Ka Huna Laydee
Throughout the ages there
It’s come across the sea
From Chakras to Hakka
And Ka Huna Lady
Take a bit of Polynesian
Add some Angels and Mauris
Mix with Chakras, the Hakka
And Ka Huna Lady
There’s an age-old Shaman in there
Jus’ trying to burst free
Through the Chakras, with a Hakka
And Ka Huna Lady
With balanced dance and calloused hand
Partly her and partly me
Open Chakras, cry the Hakka
Dance with Ka Huna Lady
© Words & Music Doug Peters 2007
Hathor
I send up a prayer
To my Goddess Hathor
I beg her to give me the one I desire
When we are lovers, we will thank her
Joyfully we will thank her
Lover, lover, lover in the whole world
I am the one destined for you, by the Goddess
Mistress of pleasure, ruler of joy
Ruler of flowers, queen of the senses
Queen of the dancer, Mistress of music
Mistress of Choirs, Queen of flirtation
You Oh Hathor, Intoxication
Intoxication! Oh, Hathor, you!
A week ago, I prayed to Hathor
My lover came to me and loved me
At the door, there stood my lover
My lover came, it’s been five days now
What else can I do but pray again?
What else can I do but praise?
Praise the Goddess
Words Trad
Arr © Doug Peters 2002
La Vaquera
aka La Vaquera Cuauhtémocense/
The Cuauhtémoc Cowgirl
My heart stopped as I saw her through her tinted panes
As she drove a blue-green pickup through the Sierran plains
A dark-haired Señorita drivin’
Like a Méxican Calamity Jane
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
Well I was hot on her heels as she drove in front of me
And when I chased her through the hills
She was kinda playin’ with me
As if throwing me a lasso
Like some kind of cowgirl mystery
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
Leaving the USA, she showed no signs of stoppin’
Pulled over by the soldiers as she made her border crossing
With a boot full of Texan cargo
She still declared she ain’t got nothin’
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
We caught up in a motel just south of old El Paso
And as she drank Tecate with a little salt, we chatted
And when she shrugged off her li’l mistake
There was a twinkle in her eye
That said if I didn’t think I knew her yet
Then I should go ahead and try
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos todavia
Andale! Arriba! Somos amigos para siempre.
Words & Music © Doug Peters 2006
Honduras
Estas en Honduras,
Toda via?
Estoy preocupado,
Senorita!
Tengo dolor ahora,
En mi corazon;
No tengo no mensaje
No oido nada
You spoke with terrorists in Mexico
Blindfold until inside their door
Never fearing what might become of you
Always seeking more
You faced earthquake and hurricane
Whilst helping the poor
Became one with the jungle
Whilst over in El Salvador
The last time you went away
You carried a load;
But maybe now you’ve found your Babylon
Whilst me, I’m still on the road
Estas en Honduras,
Toda via?
Estoy preocupado,
Senorita!
Tengo dolor ahora,
En mi corazon;
No tengo no mensajes
No oio nada
Words & Music © Doug Peters 2007
Lyrics -
La
Vaquera
(2007)