℗ 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing - 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 There 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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing - 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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. www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing - 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing - 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing - 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing - 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
If you tell me that you're leaving me My heart would soon be sad I'll grab the pillows from the bed And 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 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 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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 Drums, Bass, Guitar, and Vox non inhibitus - Sananda Maitreya www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 WHIPED 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 BY 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, 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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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 www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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. www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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. www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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. www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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. www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009
(Sananda Maitreya)
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. www.SanandaMaitreya.com Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing – 2009