MEXILE LYRICS

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Model Son

(Skaith / Jones)

I grew up with a scorpion beside me
Sting in my rib cage the moment I drew air.
Within his means, there was nothing he denied me
But nothing was all we'd ever share.

(Chorus 1) I couldn't be a model son
Models have no self motivation
They ride little trains on endless tracks
I had my own route, my own destination.

In Kidd or Blood he claimed a distant cousin
Shipping lumber tramp steam out of Jacksonville,
And he showed me reefs and hitches by the dozen
But the knots he tied in me, they are tighter still.

(Chorus 2) I couldn't be a model son
Models have no self motivation
They ride little trains on endless tracks
I had my own route, my own destination
I couldn't be a model son,
Models learn no self-preservation
They live by grace on feet of clay
Needed my own rock to tangle with temptation.

But then tempted, stung to action
Leaving home and stung some more
We have danced it down the decades
Mother, father, son and squaw.

I grew up with a scorpion beside me
Sting in my ribcage the moment I drew air
Tipped in ink, indelibly he signed me
The blueprint of another son somewhere.

(Chorus 2 repeat)

Steve Skaith (Vocals and Guitar); Javier Gamiz (Lead Guitar); Beto Tenorio (Bass); Hugo Hernandez (Drums); Willy Levins (Shaker)

Señorita No

(Skaith)

She tells me there's no streets I should walk down here
She says there ain't no air I can breathe
As for the politicians - well, forget them all
There's no one at the top you ever should believe

(Chorus) She says 'We are so far from God here'.
I say 'Señorita no'.
She says 'We are so close to America'.
I say then, 'Well let's fall in love in Mexico.'

She says there's nothing you can't buy down here
Cops come at 10 cents a time
They're just criminals in uniform - I say yes but keep your voice down
Don't want them stealing anything of mine.

(Repeat chorus)

En los estados unidos there was a czar called McCaffrey
Sworn to wipe out dope, coke and ecstasy.
Because poor Miss America, so pure and innocente
Is being forced to take drugs by these narcotraficantes
But my señorita says she don't think so.
She say señor gringo no.
I say señorita no.

(Repeat chorus)

Steve Skaith (Vocals and Guitar); Javier Gamiz (Lead Guitar); Beto Tenorio (Bass); Hugo Hernandez (Drums); Nikki Racklin (Backing Vocals); Willy Levins (Backing Vocal); Bruno Martinez (Percussion)

Look Away

(Skaith / Jones)

Nobody likes a wagging finger
Nobody likes to think that its them
Everyone just keeps their nose clean
Here in downtown Bethlehem
Eyes front, head down and you'll be OK
Just look, just look and then look away.

Nobody pays to hear a lecture
Not when the world's an open book
You're free to squirm in any direction
As long as someone's on that hook
Small leap, long fall in this sad ballet
Just look, just look and then look away.

Look away from the man who can't pay his way
You keep wishing that the clock would spin round
Someone's screaming on your mobile and you say
You'll never get used to that sound
But you will, you will, you will get used to that sound someday.
Trust me - we can get used to anything.

Nobody wants to miss the last bus
Somebody has to jump the queue
Shield your eyes but read the faces
You know they'd do the same to you.
First come, first served, it may you be you one day
Just look, just look and then look away.
You can get used to anything

Steve Skaith (Vocals, Guitars, Synth Strings, Banjo, and Drum programming); Javier Gamiz (Cuatro); Nikki Racklin (Backing Vocals); Willy Levins (Bass and Shaker); End Chorus: Genia Sumnik Levins, Vicky Dekovich, Michael Dekovich, Neil Dekovich and Justin MacMartin

The Spearcarrier

(Skaith)

Speaking for myself, there was much that I enjoyed.
In fact I don't regret a single night or day.
But loving you was one thing , the breaking up another
And the silence that comes easy to you
Chills me to the bone.

I sat on the train and sang 'Yesterday' badly
As I thought of our last days again and again
By Amsterdam station still I understood nothing
Forever was never this short, never this unexplained

(Chorus) And so I'll take a bow now for my fine, fine, fine
Walk-on part in your life.

Did you go back to his house? Behind his door, behind his curtains?
And do the old friends come around? Do you cook them dinner?
Well I wonder who am I now, as you serve some new beef invention.
Am I something you don't talk about? Something we don't like to mention?
Don't like to mention anymore

(Chorus)

I have been a printer, a player, been an agitator
I've tried some things I shouldn't and I've missed some things I could
I chased fallen angels, leading ladies
Well I guess that's more than a spear-carrier should.

Steve Skaith (Vocals and Guitar); Javier Gamiz (Lead Guitar and Shaker); Beto Tenorio (Bass); Hugo Hernandez (Drums)

Shot the Messenger

(Skaith)

One day there was a knock on my door
I went and opened it wide
It was a messenger from you
I said, you'd better come inside.
But first take off your shoes,
Don't bring that rain in here
He said I bring you more than rain
I've come to change your life I fear.

(Chorus) I said I'd try to understand
I said I'd try to understand
I Said I'd try to understand
But I shot the messenger then
I just shot the messenger then
Shot him through his heart
I shot the messenger then.
I shot him good style/ dead style

One day there was a knock on my door
I went and opened it slowly
It was a man who'd just been shot
He said it ain't that easy.
He said you will love long
Her love is deep inside her
But sometimes lovers must be gone
And separate their lives sir.

Steve Skaith (Vocals and Guitar); Javier Gamiz (Lead Guitar and Backing Vocals); Beto Tenorio (Bass); Hugo Hernandez (Drums); Bruno Martinez (Percussion); Genia Sumnik Levins (Backing Vocals); Willy Levins (Backing Vocals)

Race Me Down

(Skaith / Jones)

Don't walk, don't walk it says but he can't ride
Not while his only living relative is inside
Who couldn't pay his way, couldn't pay his fines
His spirit stretched, like gum between the stop signs.

The dust of angels hurled into your eyes
Does more than sear and more than tranquillise
The burger beads of gristle, marbled hard
Are strewn like clam shell pearls, in your backyard.

(Chorus) Race me down Felipe, race me down
To the small and secret corners of this town
Race me fast on Sunset, race me past sundown
Race me down Felipé. Race me down.

The street is a storefront smashed beyond repair
Where the cheapest goods costs too much to care
And wisdom is thrown in free with every sale
Don't fool yourself - you can't even make your bail.

(Chorus)

And now Felipe its you and me - the barrio is like a barrier
Where only we can go.
And now Felipe its you and me
Did you hear the news? They set a curfew and they just lit the fuse.

Steve Skaith (Vocals, Guitar and Drum Programming); Javier Gamiz (Lead Guitar); Beto Tenorio (Bass); Hugo Hernandez (Drums); Nikki Racklin (Backing Vocals); Willy Levins (E-bow)

Somedays the Big Fish

(Skaith / Jones)

Somedays the big fish are so close
So close to shore, I could just scoop them with my hand.
But then I never want to stretch that far
Instead I stay restless, restless on dry land.

(Chorus) And if you could talk,
If you could talk to me
If you could talk to me you'd make no sense of what I'd say.
Because me I talk,
Oh yea me, I talkI talk
I talk in calendars
But live an endless day to day.

Somedays the cloud burst and I can't
I just can't remember what it was like before the rain
But then the tides they just recede
And I'm left here waiting, all this wreckage to explain

(Chorus)

In my ideas - alive or inactive?
In the mirror - unpleasant or attractive?
In the future - alone or collective?
In this dilemma - oh I need a detective.

Steve Skaith (Vocals and Guitar); Javier Gamiz (Lead Guitar); Beto Tenorio (Bass)

Love Didn't Get There First

(Skaith / Jones)

Bobby is bursting, she's so full of empty
She reels like a drunk who is crazy for thirst
And there came a big spider
God he sat down beside her
Its a pity - that love didn't get there first.

When Bobby was young
Young Bobby was ancient
And she fell for a line that was old and rehearsed
This still married spider, he helped to decide her
Its a pity - that love didn't get there first.

A touch made her tremble, her lovers resemble
The vile Valentino she silently cursed
This generous spider, left nothing inside her
Its a pity- love didn't get there first

So his face in a locket,
She keeps in her pocket
Its a fate that she has weighed and a hate that she has nursed
The web and the spider, the strands that untied her
Its a pity - that love didn't get there first.

Steve Skaith (Vocals, Guitars, Drum Programming, Percussion, and Piano); Willy Levins (E-Bow and Bass)

Lucky Man

(Skaith/Gamiz)

I could tell just by the way she walked down my street
She wasn't from this part of the world.
I guessed Dutch, I was close.
In fact she was a Copenhagen girl.
And we stared and we smiled (kinda)
And me I used to dream at night
After three, three months of this God I swear! This girl was driving me wild.

(Chorus) Oh Lucky man
That such women should be in this world
Oh lucky man,
That such women should be here at all.

Well one day, one fine day
Finally I plucked up the courage to speak
She said yes, she would like to talk
But at this hour she had a friend she had to meet
But she said with a smile (kinda)
Why don't you come along for the ride
Three's a crowd I always liked
Tonight we give my friend a surprise.

(Chorus)

I go cold to think in case
A slight delay in time or place
A different hour a different day
And chance may not have brought her to me
Makes me kind of lucky!

(Chorus)

Mujeres tan bellas que llegan por la calle
Que vienen de Copenhagen
Soy un hombre de suerte compagre

Steve Skaith (Vocals and Guitar); Javier Gamiz (Vocals and Cuatro); Beto Tenorio (Bass); Hugo Hernandez (Drums)

Believer in Miracles

(Skaith)

I don't believe in human nature
There's more to us than DNA
We are the ones given imagination
There's nothing here that has to be this way

(Chorus) I am a believer in miracles
I am a believer in we
From each depend on their ability
To each, depend on their need
Sounds good to me.
Still sounds good to me

It was a hot day in Mexico City
This man doing handstands on the underground train
Falling over for pennies, the only work he could think of
Covered in dust, embarrassed and shamed

(Chorus)

But a miracle is what we'd need.

I read this line on the tube, it went through me
'There's nothing one man won't do to another'
I look around me and I can't disagree
But to try and change this world is worth the pain of failure.
Nothing has to be.
Rich and poor don't have to be.

(Chorus)

Steve Skaith (Vocals, Guitar, Piano, and Drum Programming); Javier Gamiz (Lead Guitar); Nikki Racklin (Backing Vocals); Willy Levins (E-bow, Shaker and Bass)

Fake

(Skaith/Jones)

Give me fake
Don't give me real by mistake
I want an invitation to the imitation you
Give me fake
Right through to the neon day-break

Give me fake
Don't give me truths I can't take
I want it bogus through and through
I want the inauthentic you
Give me fake
Do I make myself opaque?

Love has beaten at my door before
And left junk-mail on my floor

Give me fake
Don't give me real by mistake
I want an invitation to the imitation you
Give me fake
Do I make myself opaque?

Give me fake
Don't give me real heartache
I want phoney I want fraud
I want a ticket to Tussaud's
Give me fake
Not for pity's sake.

Love has beaten at my door
And left junk mail on my floor.

Give me counterfeit pesos
I'll buy you bakerlite pearls
I'll give you a copy of the heart I gave to someone else's girl
We'll dine on mock-turtle soup
While the rice paper moon lights up
A player piano
And a Lloyd Webber tune. (Oh!)
In the replica Eden we will be Eve and the snake
But make sure that the apple that you give me,
Make sure that the apple you give me
Oh make sure that the apple you give me
Is fake.

Steve Skaith (Vocals and Guitar); Javier Gamiz (Lead Guitar and Berimbau); Beto Tenorio (Bass); Hugo Hernandez (Drums); Daniel Cortes Alfaro (Sax and Piano)