1. |
Coffee n' Cream
03:20
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Coffee n’ Cream
© 1994 Joel Hamilton & Leo Papa
Coffee and cream, that’s my scheme today
Pour me a bean, I start to scream, cafe ole
Picks me up when I’m so tired in the morning
A cup of java cures my afternoon yawning
Cappuccino in the evening’s so sweet
Turkish coffee knocks me off of my feet
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo, Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Coffee n’ cream
Pour me a cup, it’s getting rough to get up
Get the right mix, I need a fix, of coffee and cream
Picks me up when I’m so tired in the morning
A cup of java cures my afternoon yawning
Cappuccino in the evening’s so sweet
Turkish coffee knocks me off of my feet
Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo…
Coffee n’ cream
Picks me up when I’m so tired in the morning
A cup of java cures my afternoon yawning
Cappuccino in the evening’s so sweet
Turkish coffee knocks me off of my feet
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-do…
Coffee n’ cream
Lord it’s messing’ up my dreams
I need a bean
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2. |
Silk Road Blues
04:33
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Silk Road Blues
© 2019 Leo Papa
From the Mississippi Delta, to the Piedmont Stop n' Go
The blues has been there with me, like nothing else I know
The tell me there's no reason and the tell me there's no rhyme
But the blues is just a feeling, that comes and goes with time
As long as I keep moving, I've got to pay my dues
No matter where I travel, I've got the Silk Road Blues
From the streets of Detroit City, to the shores of Manitou
I'm a man who minds my business, I expect the same from you
Those crooked politicians, want to take me for a ride
I'll never let them tell me, what is true and what's a lie
Slipping and sliding, on these pot-holed streets my friend
I find that I’m still driving, down the Silk Road Blues again
The Silk Road Blues are threadbare; some say I'm past my prime
But I can still deliver, anyway it’s not a crime
To be a man, to take a stand, and care for others too
So I'll just play the blues, until my time is through
As long as I keep moving, I've got to pay my dues
And no matter where I travel, I've got the Silk Road Blues
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3. |
Spare Change
03:14
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Spare Change
© 2017 Leo Papa
Mister since your sifting through
The stuff in my backyard
Don't you dig too hard
And don't dismiss the things that I, discard
What's the value of these things?
They’ve crowded out my past
Life goes on so fast
I never thought that anything would, last
There’s little in my world left to, arrange
And all I'm really asking for is, your spare change
Mr. since you’re interested
In things that I have stored
I’m tired of being bored
That’s one thing I really can’t, afford
The stories in these objects
Like some old sad refrain
Are driving me insane
I can’t resist this twisting in my, brain
Maybe I seem anxious or, deranged
But what I must insist is just that, everything must change
Sister since you’re listening
That’s not junk in my garage
I've been living large
I never saw the point of being in, charge
All of these attachments
Are like pages from a book
I can’t bear to look
At times it seems I’m’ hanging from that, hook
And sister if it doesn’t seem so, strange
Maybe you’d assist me, I’m just trying to make some change
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4. |
Stranded at the Strand
06:05
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Stranded at the Strand
© 1999 Russell Clepper
Take the L train, or the N train
Take the A train or the sea
There ain’t no train, can take me
To some place, that I want to be
Can’t get out of New York City
Got no money for the fair, and I
Owe my next, four paychecks to some
Man, getting in my hair
Some blacktop tar secretion must be
Oozing through my glands
Makes my wandering feet stick to this street
Makes money slide through my hands
Well I should be out there rolling down
The road to strange new lands
But I ain’t going, anywhere
No I’m stranded, at the Strand
I can’t go out, to no restaurants
I get by, on rice and red beans
And I’ve got me some, diaper pins to mend up
The holes in my old blue jeans
Ain’t never been to see no plays down on Broadway
Cause the price is just too steep, and when those
Bowery bums, they see me come, they just
Drop their cups, and weep
Said some blacktop tar secretion must be
Oozing through my glands
Makes my wandering feet stick to this street
Makes money slide through my hands
Well I should be out there rolling down
The road to strange new lands
Oh, but I ain’t going, anywhere
No I’m stranded, at the Strand
Have you ever, been so lonely every
Word, you say sounds like goodbye?
When even seasons, leave you stranded cast
Away, and wondering why
Why should I ever, leave New York City
Ten million people choose to live there, besides
I, owe my next, four paychecks to some
Man, who’s sneaking up my stairs
So take the L train, or the N train
Take the A train or the sea
There ain’t no train, can take me
To some place, that I would rather be
Guess I’ll never see no plays down on Broadway
Cause their asking way to dear, and when those
Bowery bums, they see me come, they just
Drop their cups, and cheer
Some blacktop tar secretion must be
Oozing through my glands
Makes my wandering feet stick to this street
Makes money slide through my hands
Well I should be out there rolling down
The road to strange new lands
But I ain’t going, anywhere
No I’m stranded, at the Strand
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5. |
Berci Bump
02:34
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6. |
Postmodern Blues
02:47
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Postmodern Blues
© Joel Hamilton & Leo Papa
I got the post-modern blues
I just can't make sense of it all
I’m helpless and abused
Why can't you here me call
I read a little book the other day
That stuff was really off the wall
Post-modern theory
Is really getting out of hand
My mind’s so tired and weary
It’s too hard to understand
My baby done gone post-modern
Treats me like the invisible man
Postmodern living
Nearly made a wreck of me
But a downhearted disposition
Ain't the way its supposed to be
Lets go find some hunter-gatherers
Or maybe live down by the sea
You know we're crazy
We're postmodern too
We’re crazy and we're postmodern
We just can't help but lose
But my baby she's post-modern
And she really lights my fuse
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7. |
Recovery Train
03:30
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Recovery Train
© 1994 Joel Hamilton & Leo Papa
I was sitting downtown, waiting on a train
Talking to my baby, sweet baby Jane
Can you tell me now, is this the train for me?
Is this the narrow-gauge train, to silver city?
Is this the, recovery train
Recover train
Recovery train, to silver city?
I got a girl back home, her name is Suzanne
She's a good looking girl, but she says
She just can’t be, with a man like me
So can you tell me now, is this the train for me
Which is this the narrow-gauge train, to silver city, I got to know
If it’s the recovery train, I want the
Recover train, I need the
Recovery train, to silver city?
The prohibition came to soon, it’s a stormy cloud upon me
I don’t know who I am sometimes, or where I’m going to be
But I got my old grand dad, I got my old grand dad
It’s in my back pocket you see, we're both waiting on the recovery
Is it the, recovery train
Recovery train
Recovery train, to Silver City?
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8. |
Out of the Blues
03:50
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Out of the Blues
© 2017 Leo Papa
I’m in a whole, world of trouble
I’m sick and tired, of the blues
Friends come and go, on the double
Can’t even tell, me the news
Love is the answer
Love is the cure
Love is the answer
Love can endure
I’m letting go, of my sorrows
Now I know what, I must do
I’m heading for, new tomorrows
I see the light, shining through
Love is the answer
Love gave me the queue
Love is the answer
Love can renew
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