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Rocket Summer
02:46
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Wireless words and picture screens
prompted me to say this seems
like this could be the end or the beginning
and something moving through the sky
illuminates the point that I
must choose now to stay or to be going.
It’s Rocket Summer, and the star sailors sing.
Rocket Summer, the changing hymn. Rocket Summer.
Reality, or so it seems
presents me familiar scenes
invented as a child as just supposing.
Comic books of Earth and Mars
midnight eyes turned towards the stars
now gazing at TV, cos it’s the real thing.
It’s Rocket Summer in my life and times.
Rocket Summer. The sounds, the signs, of Rocket Summer.
It’s Rocket Summer at my childhood’s end.
Rocket Summer, and I start again.
It’s Rocket Summer.
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Teenage preachers in stars and striped sneakers
with Quaalude as prelude to pleasure.
Harley dream glider, commuter polluters
womb with a view through windscreen wipers.
In stacks and black sequins, his blue jeans bleaching
this lyrical leader’s another life support bleeder.
His rock and roll Muzak is hamburger feedback
from Black Panther princes/druggers and muggers
and all kinds of other
Pavement paraders/life and death traders.
Subway seduction as someone malfunctions.
Never suspecting the cause and effecting
of what you’re erecting/well I just stepped into
Just another black night crash.
Lunchtime brigaders pulling on waders for
movie blue previews in leather.
The Cockaigne cruisers/those local losers.
Bikers and dikers and eyeliner likers.
The paralyzing/advertising
the imitation/liberation
the simulation/stimulation give me
humiliation/saturation.
My confidence busted, my judgement mistrusted
I held on with one hand still waving.
Never suspecting the cause and effecting
of what you’re erecting/well I just stepped into
just another black night crash.
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3. |
O.M.M. Coda
07:31
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Slowly but surely
making my way
Back to the one
that I used to be
Started taking chances
on so many new romances
Started going places
that I should not be
Finding my way
with someone who knows
Most of the places
that I’m bound to roam
Making quite certain
making quite sure
That each day is much better
than any one before
And it’s a long, long way home
that I’ve chosen to roam
It’s a long, long, long way
to be going.
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Upon the hill/the air is still
but somebody/somebody is watching
Outside somebody passes/glances
then goes off laughing.
There’s a sound of trucks rolling past.
From down here on rock and roll hi way.
Upon the wall/a sound we all know
it’s something passing.
But in my ear/it brings so much fear
because I’m breathing/in its slipstream.
And there’s a sound of burning coming up
from down here on rock and roll hi way.
Back here inside/this suicide of mine/
it’s nearly over.
It could be saved, but who’s that brave
and anyhow/who really needs it.
There’s a sound of singing coming up
from down here on rock and roll hi way.
From a distance/my resistance
it just appears so very useless.
She knows that I just can’t understand
and that’s the hand she’ll use/to win me over.
Now there’s a sound of music coming up
from down here on rock and roll hi way.
Down on the floor/the battle roars
but nobody/no nobody/is even watching.
As they drag away the half-decayed remains
of last year’s victim.
Now there’s a sound of nothing coming up
from down here on rock and roll hi way.
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LIFE AND DEATH IN PARADISE (REPRISE)
Drinking wine down here beneath the trees
singing songs down here down upon my knees
Hearing things that just set my
poor head reeling.
Glance up and I can see the sky
through the veil as it shades my eyes
from the sun as it is rising
on this morning.
Hearing noises coming in from the hill
just like a locust and its high whining trill
Wishing now that I was not ever leaving
So that I could glance up
and I could see the sky
Through the veil as it shades my eyes
from the sun as it is rising
on this morning.
Watching boats sailing out on the sea
that could bring you back close to me
Watching now as all the smoke is slowly rising.
BEADS ON A STRING
Storm clouds are rolling in from Morocco
thunder crashing and lightning flashing.
Electric black night summer skylight
lights a smile on Spanish Rose.
In a doorway mandolin play
Montevideo lady singing
Touch of southern starlight make everything alright
warm sunshine and sweet orange wine.
And the radio man play late night
rock and roll till daylight
Rock and roll on the radio
until daylight come.
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6. |
Critical Incidents
06:41
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It was denim streets that got me beat
but my guitar it still sang like silver.
With my steel third finger I just could not linger
on the brink just like some half-believer.
Well I was brought here by coincidence
but now I find that these incidents
have hurt me more than I could freely say before.
So I hide my eyes behind dark glasses
now I find the lights hurt my sight
and I don’t want to tell night from day.
I could steal you a song, but I sang blues so long
that soon it was reds that were needed.
Then a voice in my ear shouted get outta here
and I knew it was a voice to be heeded.
chorus.
By the hour they pay, and then they pray
you don’t pass that way
just for a bit.
They grin when you’re near
but if you get where you can hear
you’re sure to find you’re the next one
to get hit.
chorus
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7. |
Migrants Song
07:31
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8. |
Approaching Zero
06:47
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9. |
Industrial Hazard
02:11
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10. |
In Moments of Reverie
02:32
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11. |
Peach Trees
07:41
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12. |
Sage and Thyme
04:43
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13. |
Lord Franklin
05:05
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mike cooper Roma, Italy
Mike Cooper has traced a path completely his own for the past 60 years as an international musical explorer, lap steel guitarist, singer, improviser and composer, performing and recording, solo and in a number of inspired groupings and a variety of genres. stretching the possibilities of the guitar with an eclectic mix of the many styles he has practiced over the years. ... more
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