Archipelago​/​Baby Boot Box

by George Engel

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In Puerto Rico well. I pronounce it like a white-man does, because I was a white-man once out in Rio... Rio "days-of-broken-arrows!" but Puerto Rico bitten by a sick mosquito that turned my skin and eyes to yellow now playing cello along the the streets of Portobello oh... things change so fast you turn around and you're someone else...and turn and in a second's flash your private jet is about to crash just north of Reno from Villa Grande Cappuccino where I was living incognito with Madonna "Hold all my calls until mañana." "Senior, Gambino, please come and play at our Casino, and stuff yourself at the canteeno." ..while in the ghetto it's rice-and-beano's-jalapenos!" so, I rode a rented mountain bike high into the country side...and deep into a village town where.... it was "all fall down".... So I wrote a Credo good liberal, hippie, old Bandido with rosaries from a bordello I bought a cello on the streets of Portobello on the streets of Portobello (break) oh... things change so fast you turn around and you're someone else...and turn and in a second's flash your private jet is about to crash on my libido bitten by a sick mosquito that turned my skin and eyes to yellow now playing cello on the streets of Portobello I'm playing cello on the streets of Portobello
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I heard a dog bark there was a vicious pound and some wild wind blew my big door down it was a white out... blizzard, covered the town nine times around nine times around So, on the down hill up at Sugarloaf there was a big man from the outermost who took his gloves off and wrapped me in his coat nine times around nine times around I went to walk around circle the village square on the thin hope that maybe God was there well, I was knee deep in my petition prayer nine times around nine times around West of the Great Lakes an empty highway stretch on an entrance ramp I nearly froze to death bargained my mother load of virgin crystal meth nine times around nine times around and in Nebraska where there were frozen farms became a red neck when I flagged him down and he bought me pancakes ninety seven pounds nine times around nine times around I had simple dreams sunshine, food and shelter but they just never seemed to stand up through the winter weather for four full months.... I had a kitten once slept on the cellar stairs but I swear to God I didn't see her there we had to put her down inside the frozen ground nine times around nine times around but medication now somehow keeps me calm but the truth be told it's really never gone yeah, in Omaha the snow's still coming down nine times around nine times around
3.
Let's wait till it settles the mood is still pretty thick and the cold air is quite intense around here so I wouldn't want to make a final judgement to quick and I'm tired and I'm twisted and I'm doubled down in pain and if someone pried me from this wreckage right now I'd only wreck it all again! so, how's my love life doing, you ask well, it's doing alright considering that I've been through another head-on Collision with the Night Collision with the Night Collision with the Night I should learn from all this but I don't think I will like a stunt man tempting death I think the danger of love was my thrill where I dangled from that dark thin edge and I was up-right for a devil-chase till I blew down from that high windy ledge face first flat onto the interstate! you said... you heard about my accident well, that's not quite right you see, heart break's no accident it's a head-on Collision with the Night Collision with the Night Collision with the Night Bridge: It's true, I've been in the hospital but just to get a some rest not like I ever really lived there! I was more like an... overnight guest! so yeah, you might say I was a little upset but wouldn't you be? I still find that it's hard to forget But I guess that's just the way it's gonna' be for me as I try to start moving on...well, you know... well, try as I might somewhere between dusk and dawn another head-on Collision with the Night Collision with the Night Collision with the Night
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God Pray 03:29
I looked in the book I'm told, the one and only holy book I stole from myself from the only shelf that I could reach to teach me the truth all about my transgressions and youthful indiscretions and sin and damnation.... and I thought to myself if I showered in a rainbow and bathed every night and I blew away my kilo believing in the myth...that ...It was time for dealing with this sin around my midriff and ridding all the world of it god pray, curse sin and damnation god pray, my control to take away the guilt of implications and pillage mammon gold So I called all the brotherhood and cousins from the projects from Mercer Street in Tangle-wood with all their stolen objects and rented all the Legionnaires back stairs banquet halls to get them there to tell them all we're praising God with alcohol god pray, curse sin and damnation god pray, my control to take away the guilt of implications and pillage mammon gold (bridge) stillborn brown stone babies war torn down Delancy Street dead armies beaten silent still cry for their Mother's .... love, .....but for her crimes, pain and strife, passed along ......and on and on...and on and on I was born to this quest like a virgin to the fire flies to get it off my chest all the weight of the worldwide and purify my heart but still inside the torture cries and even when I close my eyes still I see the fire flies god pray, curse sin and damnation god pray, my control to take away the guilt of implications and pillage mammon gold
5.
how could I ever re-pay you? I'm terribly short on a plan when Vagas got lucky we moved to Kentucky with five hungry kids in the van you know I'm so full of excuses financial, ridiculous wreck If I had a shovel I'd still be in trouble 'cause I'm buried full up to my neck and though.. death is the wages of sin, it's true red's still my color of rage I'm so freakin' mad at my communist Dad I'm still making minimum wage from who could I ask for a favor? no chance it would do me much good I'd use it for whiskey or resting from labor just like my dead dad said I would so please, please, tell me the moral here please, please tell me what's true while I repeat the story line then I'll leave it for you.... How could I ever re-pay you? will something turn tragic again? like my brother Morrise', who married my niece and then they drove off with my van! which I'd only borrowed from Mason one terrible bulk of a man and how so it cost 'em when somebody crossed him like the jungles in North VietNam and my spiritual life's in foreclosure though my knees are all bloody from prayer I dont mean to blame in Jesus' sweet name But Christ, why is life so unfair? so please, please, tell me the moral here please, please tell me what's true while I repeat the story line, repeat the story line then I'll leave it for you....
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when you took my pulse like shopping in a store just trying on some clothes I asked you for your hand and you said, "Well, I suppose, if we're just talking friend to friend." So, we started slow my hopes were to impress you for a little awhile. then through a hole in time, a thousand-million miles where it would only ever end... ...where all water falls down over us down over... from high mountain top snow where all water, with no effort can touch heaven then fill valleys below! bought you pretty things re-fried all my tasty Spanish recipes read you passion poems on my bended knees how even water falls for you but I'm slow in mind missed your simplest of of sheltered pantomimes but talked until the morning on a hundred times then woke up and called for you... .... where all water falls down over us down over... from high mountain top snow where all water, with no effort can touch heaven then fill valleys below! (Bridge) I grew a garden green and lush with butterflies and morning doves, and built a house with my own hands deep inside this valley land, and decorated picture frames with northern lights and morning rain, and gathered from the mountain stream so I could fill your every dream where all water falls down where all water falls down (Chorus)

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released January 7, 2020

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George Engel Hartford, Connecticut

George Engel, a singer/songwriter and for MANY years the owner and operator of Connecticut local music label, Sling Slang Records, has recorded his own songs with his bands, Baby Boot Box and George Engel and the Wedding Band.

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