Lyrics of all the songs by Kosta Talbic, posted here because youtube doesnt allow to put comments or descriptions so longer
falta el primer album de 1969
son discos raros, un soul progresivo raro de tematica practicamente conceptual
sobre el ecologismo, pero el de verdad, el de la epoca como Canned Heat o Rare Earth
Travelin' High (With The Lord) 00:00
Dear God, for my life,
so far you’ve made it so tough.
Yet I know I just can’t complain—
all my gadgets are still kind of rough.
I trust you, you’re awesome, baby.
But in my screwed-up way, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I certainly am deserving,
I have things going my way.
Oh, oh, oh…
And I put a purpose on the wall—
some causes I will surely cure.
But most of all, I’ll use your soul.
Oh, oh, oh…
And I’m here to reassure you.
Yeah, oh, yeah.
I feel your warmth and I see your light.
Oh Lord, I know I don’t have to worry no more.
Good God, your light is getting so darn bright.
I’m travelin’ high—
I’m so high with your love.
Oh, good, good God.
My sweet God.
I’m making this request:
that you let me show this mean, old,
dirty, mixed-up world
I can be one of the very best.
Oh yeah…
I’ll return the favor,
and I’ll wear a bright, happy mask,
and just a tiny little bit of picture flavor.
Yeah, yeah—
oh, it shall be no task.
Oh no, it shall be no task.
I feel your warmth
and I think I see your light.
Oh, I know I don’t have to worry no more.
Oh, good Lord—
your light is getting so bright.
Oh, I’m travelin’ so high with the Lord.
Oh, I love you so.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, I’m travelin’—
I’m travelin’ high.
This Feelin' Won't Last Long 03:16
Sometimes I feel like a jigsaw puzzle
and I long for someone to put me together —
just take the time
to make all the pieces fit.
Sometimes I feel like yesterday’s newspaper
blowing in the street,
’cause everybody’s heard what I had to say
the day before.
And other times I feel just like the sun — oh yeah —
and I’m shining down on smiling faces,
thinking that nothing at all
could ever go wrong.
But I know this feeling won’t last long.
Sometimes I feel like a sinking sailboat,
breaking apart and going down slow.
Or a big jet plane that’s run out of fuel
and got no place to go — no place to go.
Other times I feel just like the sun, Lord —
and I’m shining down on smiling faces,
thinking that nothing at all
could ever go wrong.
But I know this feeling won’t last long.
Sometimes I feel like a jigsaw puzzle
and I long for someone to put me together.
Just take the time
to make all the pieces fit.
Sometimes I feel like yesterday’s newspaper
blowing in the street,
’cause everybody’s heard what I had to say
the day before — just the day before.
And other times I feel just like the sun — oh yeah —
and I’m shining down on smiling faces,
thinking that nothing at all
could ever go wrong.
Yet I know this feeling won’t last long.
I know it won’t last long.
Yeah — pretty soon, it’ll all be gone.
Oh, I got a feeling it’ll all be gone.
Ballad Of A Well Known Gun 07:04
Well, I pulled out my stagecoach times
and I read the latest news.
I tapped my feet and done surprised,
’cause you know, I knew they knew.
The Pinkertons, they pulled out my bags
and asked me for my name.
Ooh, I stuttered out my answer — ooh yeah —
and I hung my head down in shame.
Now they found me — you know they found me.
It’s so hard to run from a starving family.
Ooh, ooh, they found me — ooh yeah —
and I can’t run no more.
I’m so tired of hearing
“there she goes — there goes a well-known gun.”
Well now, I tell you, I’ve seen,
I know this chain gang,
and I think I want to see my preacher.
I just couldn’t have faced your desert sand
and burned brown till I was looking like a beast.
The poorhouse, they hit me for my kin
and claimed my crumbling walls.
Now I know how Reno felt
when he ran from the law-
that dirty no good law
Now they found me — ooh yeah —
you know they found me.
It’s so hard to run from a dead,
almost dead, starving family.
Ooh, they found me —
I’m so tired of running — ooh yeah —
and I can’t run no more.
Well now, there she goes —
she’s a well-known gun.
Don’t let them get me — yeah — ooh, ooh —
I think I better get them
before they get me — yeah.
Now they found me — ooh —
you know they found me.
It’s so hard to run from a starving family.
Ooh, Lord, you know they found me —
and I just can’t run no more.
I’m so tired of hearing:
“There she goes — there she goes —
a well-known gun.”
Get my holster fixed —
I’m so tired of sweating it out.
Let me see that preacher — ooh —
they found me.
He can help me, I know — ooh, yeah, yeah.
Now they found me,
now they found me,
now they found me,
now they found me,
now they found me.
Now they — now they found me —
now they found me — now they found me —
ooh yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah —
you better love the Lord,
or you’re gonna end up just like me.
Then by me, Lord — then by me —
I thought I was so smart — yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Do You Really Have A Heart 11:50
Long ago and oh so far away,
in the land of “I told you so,”
lived a man named “You’ll get nothin’ from me,”
oh yeah.
Awful cute, so he acted strong,
yes, and he never got along.
Yes, he tried, but of course he just couldn’t say—
oh God.
What you need is a little understanding,
a loving hand to guide him, bring him around.
What you need is a little human kindness—
the man is lost and cryin’, don’t let him down.
Do you really have a heart?
Don’t you think it’s time to use it?
If you really have a heart,
try it out and do something good.
In the land of “Get the other guy,”
to the south of “It’s not my fault,”
lived a fellow a lot like you and me.
They believed he was mean and bad,
but when he made you sad,
he said, “Never gonna let that happen to me.”
What you need is a little understanding,
a loving hand to guide him, bring him around.
What you need is a little human kindness—
the man is lost and cryin’, don’t let him down.
Do you really have a heart?
Don’t you think it’s time now to use it?
Take a look around at your fellow man—
do yourself a favor and lend a hand.
Do you really have a heart?
Don’t you think it’s time, my brothers and my sisters?
Put a little love in your heart,
put a little love in your heart.
Let God see right through your heart.
Yeah—put a little love in your heart,
love in your heart.
Do something good.
Do something good.
Dry Dream 15:19
I slipped into a keyhole, into a dim-lit room.
I thought I heard a noise above my head —
ooh, a witch fell out of her room.
She disappeared as she hit the floor,
replaced by a smoky cloud.
Then I thought I heard music
of a stranger’s band —
ooh, it began to grow quite loud.
Ooh, ooh, what a pleasant world this is, though,
but it’s just a dream at stake.
I’d sure like to stay here longer,
but it’s time for me to wake.
I slipped onto the chandelier,
suspended in midair.
I thought I heard somebody say to me,
“Ooh, hey lady, I’m sorry, lover,
you can’t sit up there.”
I turned to see a praying mantis
knitting with their utmost care.
You know, a praying mantis that knits and talks —
but you know, I just couldn’t help but stare.
Well, I didn’t want to offend him,
so I went along my merry old way.
And I almost bumped right smack bang
into a snail in a tiny sleigh.
The sleigh was full of twinkling butterflies
and a tiny blue, blue, blue jay.
The dying bird bit on me and I stepped on it —
ooh yeah —
and I just went strutting along my merry old way.
Ooh, ooh, what a pleasant world this is,
but it’s just a dream at stake.
I’d sure like to stay here longer,
but it’s time for me to wake.
Oh… oh… oh… oh…
Your love house — oh, love me.
Oh, sweet love.
Sup’, come on baby —
yeah, yeah, yeah.
Underdog 19:04
I know how it feels to expect to get a fair shake,
but they won’t let you forget that you’re their underdog
and you’ve got to be twice as good.
Even if you’re never right, they get uptight—
when you’ve got too much,
you might start thinking too much too.
I know how it feels when you know for real
that every other time, yeah, you get a raw deal.
Yeah, yeah.
’Cause I’m their underdog.
I know how it feels to get demoted
when it comes the time to get promoted,
’cause you might be moving up way too fast.
Yeah, yeah.
Did you ever love somebody on a different set,
but the other set wasn’t apt to forget?
Well, it just don’t go like that.
Yeah, yeah.
I know how it feels for people to stop,
turn around and stare,
signify that they don’t love me.
Yeah, yeah.
’Cause I’m their underdog.
I know how it feels to be playing the part,
be at a party, but you’re really all alone.
They underestimate me.
Yeah, yeah.
I know how it feels when you’re feeling down
and you want to come up,
but you’re really in the wrong part of town.
Yeah, yeah.
I know how it feels to have to go along
with people you don’t even know,
simply because there happens to be
a whole lot more of them.
Yeah, yeah. Underdog. But that's all right with me.
I'll always be
Underdog. All right with me.
River 23:04
Did you ever sit down, ever sit down,
listen to the sounds of a river as it went by?
(Ooh vocal line…)
Oh, you seem to move so slow,
only your reflection knows;
on your face, all the time you wasted
all of a sudden shows.
Though our journeys will never feel the same,
we will be remembered by what we became.
Did you ever sit down, ever sit down,
listen to the sounds of a river?
Ripples and flows, it comes and it goes,
without really telling you why.
Seconds make minutes,
hours make days—
the river keeps right on going
like an endless maze.
Though our journeys are never quite the same,
we will be remembered by what we became.
Did you ever sit down, ever sit down,
listen to the sounds of a river?
Ripples and flows, it comes and it goes,
without really telling you why.
Lo And Behold 27:19
Lonely by day, empty and cold—
only to say, lo and behold—
deep in my nights, down in my dreams,
glorious sight this soul has seen.
There’s a well on the hill,
you just can’t kill the Jesus.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
I tell you, there’s a well on the hill,
you just can’t kill the Jesus.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
I don’t build no heathen temples
where the good Lord done laid His hand.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
Now everybody’s talking about the gospel story.
Everybody’s talking.
Some shall sing and others shall write—
everybody’s talking.
Everybody’s talking about the train to glory.
Everybody’s talking.
But it’s a long time till it gets to you, baby—
everybody’s talking.
There’s a well on the hill,
you just can’t kill the Jesus.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
I don’t build no heathen temples
where the good Lord done laid His hand.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
And I’m lonely—hey.
Empty, empty and cold.
Only to say,
Lord, Lord—lo and behold.
Deep in my nights,
down in my dreams,
it’s a glorious, glorious sight
my soul has seen.
There’s a well on the hill—
you just can’t kill the Jesus.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
There’s a well on the hill—
you just can’t kill the Jesus.
There’s a well on the hill—
way upon the hill side
let it be.
There’s a well on the hill—
let it be.
Mother Earth 31:07
Well, you can hide — can’t make it all the time —
and you may never come my way.
Mother Earth’s waiting for you;
there’s a debt you got to pay.
I don’t care, I don’t care who you are — no.
No, no, I don’t care what you are worth — oh no, no, no.
Yeah — ’cause when it all comes on down,
you’ve got to get yourself down
to the good old mother Earth.
You may have your million dollars,
you may drive that damn black shiny Cadillac.
You may have all that green filth —
that shit they call money —
and ain’t nothing you lack.
I don’t care who you are — no, no.
I don’t give one damn, no,
who you are or what you are worth.
’Cause when it all comes on down,
you’ve got to get yourself down
to the good old filthy, dirty, mucky mother Earth — oh yeah.
Oh, you ain’t cookin’.
Oh, oh, oh — Smithy, talk to me, baby.
Do you do as well as you play, baby?
Oh yeah — ooh, lover, I like you, you know.
I like that boy sitting right in there.
I got a message: don’t do me wrong.
I’m a whole lot of woman, understand,
and I need a whole lot of man.
You have to take care of me —
but one more thing, lover:
if you *do* do me wrong,
you’re gonna have to keep on lookin’
at a whole lot you ain’t gonna be gettin’ a whole lot of — oh yeah.
Well now — you go right on ahead
and hit me all the time.
But I surely know you’ll never, ever, ever come my way.
Because, you know — Mother Earth
is right here waiting for you, baby.
There’s nothing you got to fear.
I don’t care — I don’t care who you are.
I don’t give one damn — no —
who you are, what you do, where you go,
who you know, who you do, or who do you, what you are, baby.
When it all comes on down,
you got to come on —
you got to get your ass right on down
to sweet, lovely, jesus beautiful mother Earth.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…
You love me — you love me,
love me, love me, love me, love me, love me…
Oh… hey… oh…
When it all comes on down,
you simply got to keep digging somebody now.
You — you — you got to
come on now.
You simply got to
come on now —
you got to,
got to come on down
to good old mother, mother Earth.
And that means love on.