Song and Dance Men - When I Still Smoked

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Opening Act 05:43
Let's take it from the start Before we cut to the chase After a dozen rewrites The words can leave the page It's comedy tonight So send in the clowns It's too late to hide Away from the crowd Lights on the stage Let's take it from the start Before we get to our hits It should get loud at times But there's always plenty of pretty riffs We may be a bit cynical But we're not that sore We won't get political That's just a bore And it could make you sick Let's take it from the start And travel way back First you buy your guitar Then some years later you make new friends With spare parts and pieces Screws and bolts You make music that pierces Right through the soul And maybe pays the rent Let's take it from the start Let's start another take We've got to get it real perfect Before we open on The Great White Way We've already done A thousand tryouts In our very home Where we took a few bows And passed out backstage Hello mom and dad All girls I'm yet to bed Here's our opening act Here's our opening act Now there's no going back Now there's no going back
I looked up I looked down From the top of the stairs I looked east I looked west Underneath all the chairs Never invited these creatures Into my home They never helped with the rent So now they're all gone So if you press your ear Way down to the ground You'll find that bugs Are nowhere to be found I don't like the high-ceiling I don't care for these lights And from window to window All the stuff I can't buy These kids hanging around They make me feel old I cannot walk bare-feet Or my feet will get cold So my favorite place To bulldoze wall to wall Is that one place Also known as the mall Me I can't complain I'm assuming you've got out of city plates I don't mind the rain With an umbrella and raincoat that's easy to say Won't the world please somehow Start spinning upside down There are things I don't mind There are those I can't stand Not the girl with green eyes But her stupid boyfriend I'll run over this bloke With my classic car And alone will elope Pretty bold but bizarre And the songs that I like Will be none but my own They'll be easy to write And will not take too long
It seems that you're awful smart You know your books and your art We're quite impressed, very well done A handsome drunk in the snow Now it's out with the old Paris nous appartient ! For what it's worth comes a time To star the strangest people Some of us can't wait in line And never make a ripple Her hair was pure art-deco Her life told in twelve tableaux Stolen moments in the dark Hiding away from the law Bogey betrayed by Bacall Not very gentle of her part I never thought I'd join the line Behind so many people I thought that I would be alright If I just learned to whistle Ain't that smart ? A shining star who's lost the plot Then jump-cut to oblivion A long continuous tracking shot Of a parked abandoned limo I looked behind my back Slowly breathed in a bag And found out I was on my own You drink it straight from the bottle The easiest way to swallow The daily boredom you take home I jumped off of a dream When my high school bell screamed And counted all four hundred blows Now that's the full extension Of my higher education Stolen kisses in a foreign tongue I met the boys in the band And got as high as a steeple I sketched a briliant masterplan Then tossed it out the window
Woke up and thought about last night It was such a crying shame Must I really go outside If so I better wear my shades Don't want to know what is the hour Don't think I want to get out of bed But I'd better take a shower And wash that girl right off my hair Had to go down to the grocery I could see them all staring at me Saying "How could you fuck it up? Just don't go blaming lady luck" Well, I just had to laugh Must I get used to that? Not even in my lies Have I got a place to hide I thought about us all the time I could picture our golden days That went on until last night When she had to put me in my place At the service station I was told "Man you should always take it slow Why not resign to your fate At best you're an acquired taste Well, I just had to laugh I'm getting used to that Now not even in my mind Do I have a place to hide Throughout my town In every damn street Everyone I know Everyone I meet Knows the whole story Will they speak of it Is that embarassing Well, a little bit But I was ill-advised By a little kid Yeah, I was in the clouds I must admit Ever since I saw you And could not resist Ever since the beat That my heart skipped
A voice in auto-tune A high end avenue Echo in her room On the 44th floor She has no time for tears She keeps her souvenirs In what appears to be Her own décor She'll scare you at hello But she'll have you by goodbye She knows just where to go And what is going on tonight She's a champion of darts Her cellphone is too smart Perfectly cast for her part She's a rockstar She's bound to break your heart She's the top of the charts A to-do-list in both prose and rhyme A goodbye kiss she won't waste her time And it feels like magic It's unreal, it's impressive How just being attracive Ain't enough The sheer adolescence Of her beauty and presence Her just being attractive Ain't enough At last appreciated She was never overrated For a star His mind tied up in knots The lonely talk a lot He shares some of his thoughts With the passeger seat He's swept up by the dust He's rattled by the rust It's Hollywood Or Bust On his little screen He thinks of where he's been And where he's meant to go He's got a pocketful of dreams But it's got one big hole He's halfway there With melodies to spare He's the consumate infatuated fan He'll go back to what he did back then It feels adolescent When it's peeled to its essence The beauty and presence Of a song It feels like it's magic It's surreal, almost tragic It's nearly nostalgic When it's on The sheer adolescence Of her beauty and presence Her just being attractice Is a buzz With all the girls she's dated She has now found the petrol for her spark Is it all so complicated Or is it that he isn't all that that smart
An empty room that's full of memories In the ruins of a house that I call home Where now and again among the debris I find the fragments of a song And though these walls are slowly crumbling The curtains do their best to hide A melody that I've been humming The music of the years gone by What was our mansion Is now but ancient ruins And all that has happened In this place is explained When you pay for a guided tour Long ago it was over But still I can't get over Loving you So I've been carrying in my pocket A picture of the Southern Cross I thought I'd think of something logic Since Lately I've been lost Sometimes I spend the lonely nights As though all was still the same All I want to do is to get high On the memory of love's refrain Wide open spaces Have been of no use And old familiar places Just give me the blues But in what was our mansion Among these ancient ruins How I am happy Listening to that tune That echoes in the room Let it play over and over Cause still I'm not over Loving you
I'm going down to California I'm going down to Californ-i-a In the heat of euphoria I'm going down to Berkeley and L.A. I thought it best to inform ya So I pinned a note on the front gate With the winter's coldest warning I Thought I should take my own spring break So I've gone to California Down to Venice Beach and Frisco Bay Nothingness has turned to nausea So I've gone to Californ-i-a All there for the taking Like an endless row of free mini-bars Living to the fullest How those pretty faces glow in the dark Glad to be the boy who got away Don't think that I'll be going back, hurray And in sunny California High on the beach partying till late And in the San Diego morning I Will lie on the sand and count the waves I feel so complete I can hardly feel the beat of my heart All I hear is a beat That keeps on telling me party hard At last I feel okay I'm going all the way Won't hear what I say now Better seize the day Since I've found California I've lost my mind but feel so great At the height of my euphoria Waving goodbye from the Golden Gate Now it's too late for you and I And all the things we could never say Well, I had to go Godot you swine I waited so long but you never came Now heaven feels so close I think that I might touch the stars A romantic overdose, what do you know It just took me that far Yes I'll take the blame Glad to be entertained At least nothing's the same now Better seize the day
So begins a story that ends with me Reading about myself on a magazine When now is long long time ago Way back when I still smoked Woke up at lost and found It's hard to believe you could live twice When you're watching a life less televised As our plane was about to hit the ground I saved the day by flying upside down All safe and sound One wonderful weekend Me and my fellers Wrote our own brand Of a British best-seller At the high of our might We had defined our own era As the advert did advise Bearded men should not cry So I became my father's favorite son Even though, lo and behold, I'm his only one That's how ends a story I began to read Tied up to train tracks eating canapés Lying on the ground I'd rather not think About the thick of the matter At last I'm allowed To be as light as a feather I won't need the sun I kind of like the bad weather It all makes sense And so it'd better As the advert did advise Bugs that bark do not bite
Class of '99 04:43
I'd like to thank dear circumstance For the awesome chance Of seeing your face at last How about this place, isn't it a waste ? It lost its grace When it became a laundromat And I remember you back in high school You were so cool And I didn't even have a band Was it just me ? Was it my TV ? But I wouldn't see A single episode of Friends To go back to those days Please rewind the tape To when we thought we would be something We the proudly lazy Sarah was so stunning While you were cool and crazy Yes I guess we had a blast In the summer of '99 They kept on printing money So we just had to waste it Seinfeld was so funny And we still had Oasis You should never ever mess With the class of '99 I'm sorry what was that ? Politically correct ? You're talking to the last Of the fucked up Maybe I could take you by the hand I think you should give me a second chance You see my tie ? Have you caught me at my prime ? When you are home feeling alone Don't use the phone you can always page a friend To go back in time Just press rewind And we'll go a little retro And see familiar places Don't worry about your makeup But please put on your braces 'Cause tonight we're gonna party Like it's 1999 When we tought we would be something We the proudly lazy Sarah was so stunning While you were cool and crazy Yes I guess we had a blast in the summer of '99 Whe they kept on printing money So we just had to waste it Sandler was still funny And we had Oasis Don't you ever try to mess With the class of '99 I'm sorry what was that? Politically correct ? You're talking to the last Of the fucked up
Circa 1965 05:38
So it seems I took my troubles To someone I thought I knew In my own yellow cab To mad Madison Avenue What will he say ? I might learn a thing or two In truth I always wonder What would Don Draper do ? He just shook his head And said "Whisky or Rhye ?" That's how they do it Circa 1965 So then I drove that car On that famous national route All troubles sound better in French Surtout à la Côte D'azur Arriving there I met Serge Gainsbourg Pastisse and Gitanes Mon Dieu, que ces français sont fou In awe of Françoise Hardy In love with Chantal Goya Insane when I saw B.B. Circa 1965 The in swingin' London It seems I've found my place Girls in go-go boots Nancy with the laughing face With my new friends There's nothing I can't do Now I can even dance Lord it feels like a dream come true So Nancy asked me "How does that mess your mind ? You're done with troubles Circa 1965" Just then B.B. She pulled to one side Said "Mon ami, How about you open your eyes ?" You're out of time baby Way out of time This is no dream no It's a cauchemar You call it Mittiesque Pathetic nonetheless Go back to your time Have you lost your mind I never waved goodbye They all disappeared When I opened my eyes Much to my surprise A thousand B.B.'s One and all in their prime What a waste of time How was I so dumb Never to realize Now I know how I Will have a good time Guess I'll just settle for 2005
At lost in a social evening Self-consciousness streaming As I sat lowly peeling my bouquet From a table filled with chatter Of reasons for the weather I saw the reason I had better stay And it feels Like the perfect storm of poor clichés Happens to have just been blown away By her risqué features Excuse me, but there's been a change of plans I think that I just fell in love again Then I thought I heard her whisper What it took to kiss her Can't you listen ? Just take me away My glass smashed on the ground As I walked into the crowd Flooded and drowned in cheap champagne Well, I feel There's a certain something I must say Even though I still don't know your name Why don't we both get out of this place then after a kiss she said, well, if you insist A goldfish swimming in a plastic bag Indeed it seems there's been a change of plans


released October 2, 2015


Produced by Marky Wildstone
Recorded and Mixed by Luciano Matuck
Mastered by Otávio Bertolo
Cover Art by Wildstone Productions
Photos by Ian Rittmeister Mazzeu


Henry da Rocha - Vocals and Guitars
Rafael Palma - Bass and Vocals
Saulo Santil - Guitars and Vocals
Marky Wildstone - Drums and Percussions

Words and Music by Henry da Rocha
Arranged by Song and Dance Men
Additional Arrangements (4,8,9) by Luciano Matuck
Drums (8) Luciano Matuck


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