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Asante Sana ( have a nice day)
Well I try my best to stay rooted, on a Monday
Oh I do, yes I do, I get suited and booted on a Monday
See now, Tuesday we just trying to stay dry
But sometimes
You know that I cannot resist a little kiss, a little walk in the rain
My fires burning, you keep my fire burning on a Wednesday
We do our Manipura asana, asante sana, namaste
Babe you’re my fire is burning, on a Wednesday
We do that Manipura asana, asante sana, have a nice day
Ain’t it about time for a little glass of sunshine,
I heard on the grapevine that it’s going to be alright! X2
And I open your heart (I got to open your heart) on a Thursday
You see I put my chest out, Lordy what’s this all about, come on and explain to me x2
Ain’t it about time for a little glass of sunshine,
I heard on the grapevine that it’s going to be alright! X2
Friday, we’re just trying to stay hi.
I try a little elevation, gonna see the situation from the sky x2
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For Marion
06:03
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For Marion (Granny’s song)
Oh what a dream I had that dark September night,
It was the day, the day before, my dear old Granny died
She was playing the piano in a field so far away
Her eyes aquamarine and her hair no longer grey
And the moon it was rising over the city where I stay
And it reminded me, yeah it reminded me
Of when I used to sing
I’d sing for joy
Sing through my pain
I’d sing my prayers when no one was listening
And yeah I sang to birds,
And when the words no longer came
We’d whisper out the names that we call God
From time to time, from time to time.
I met a man in a little Spanish town,
His name was Fred, he played the flute and he never war a frown
Well one day I found a note pinned on the door where I was staying
It said come to la Mesquita for that’s where I will be playing
So I went a long, with just my guitar and a song I went along
And yeah I sang to birds,
And when the words no longer came
We counted up the change, I bought a beer
There’s nothing to fear .. nothing to fear.. here
As I was leaving, these good words Fred said to me,
They’ve been burned upon my mind, etched upon my memory
He said, “I wish you many fish and a brave heart”
He said, “I hope you find a lover who’s not only cute but also smart”
And he said, I hope you find a big shiny balloon!”
“And that you’ll never have to act for free in any kind of cartoon.”
That’s what he said to me, no I wouldn’t lie to you
That’s what he said to me.
And we sang to birds
And when the words no longer came
We whispered out the names that we call God,
From time to time,
From time to time.
For Marion (Granny’s song)
Oh what a dream I had that dark September night,
It was the day, the day before, my dear old Granny died
She was playing the piano in a field so far away
Her eyes aquamarine and her hair no longer grey
And the moon it was rising over the city where I stay
And it reminded me, yeah it reminded me
Of when I used to sing
I’d sing for joy
Sing through my pain
I’d sing my prayers when no one was listening
And yeah I sang to birds,
And when the words no longer came
We’d whisper out the names that we call God
From time to time, from time to time.
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Hard Time Blues
04:24
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Hard Time Blues
I know all to well that things are hard babe,
Well now they’re hard on the mind and the soul
Maybe these are the battles that we face
And daily they grow, they grow
And oh how taxing it is
When you’re hands in a fist
And all you’re fighting is yourself
There are many on the road that have gone before us
Many a good man has fallen low
Why does it seem that our hearts have gotten careless
And we are reaping just what we sow
And oh how taxing it is
When you’re hands in a fist
And all you’re fighting is yourself
I call the angels
I call the fees
I call the spirits
Up from the grave x2
I hear whispers on the wind of revolution
I hear whispers in our hearts that we must change
Well I’ve heard it all before, but no solutions
Guess we got only ourselves to save
And oh how taxing it is
When you’re hands in a fist
And all you’re fighting is yourself
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Rest Your Mind
04:29
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Rest Your Mind
Come on down from your mountain tall
I’ll see you on the valley floor where the river flows
I’ll tell you why that I like this place
You see you slow right down, see your face in the water
And yes it’s true there’s things in this life gonna get to you
There be troubles and blues and my god how they’re vexing you
It’s an on-going game, child
And it’s gonna take a while
So come on and rest your mind
You gotta enjoy your time
Well it’s like those stories that they told their kids
Those old Egyptians and their pyramids
You see, there was this old River Styx
And you go down there just to get your kicks
When you die.
And there’s no telling how long you stay there,
Or what you do or the games they play there
And just when you feet at home
Rumour has it the sun comes around
Pushes you up from the ground
And oh my dear it’s quite a sound. X2
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Oh My God
03:51
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Oh My God
Oh my god, it got me down
It got me thinking about how
I got away with this so long
How I hate to say I’m wrong
Oh my god, I got you down
I chose the worst way to go about it didn’t I?
Well that ain’t no comfort now
No that ain’t no comfort now
Oh my god, won’t you take a bow?
Cos it’s all done it’s over now
It’s over now
Well my darling, I bid you farewell
And I hope you take good care of yourself
I know you will
See I’ve been dealing with my emptiness,
Trying too hard to rectify it
And I wonder who the hell I’m singing this for
Cos you and I don’t talk no more
Oh my God, stop holding on!
Just let it go, let it be gone
Well try as I may
It’s a very easy thing to say Oh my god, won’t you take a bow?
Cos it’s all done it’s over now
It’s over now
Well my darling, I bid you farewell
And I hope you take good care of yourself
I know you will
See I’ve been dealing with my emptiness,
Trying too hard to rectify it
And I wonder who the hell I’m singing this for
Cos you and I don’t talk no more
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We Got Time
04:53
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6. We got time
We got time
We got time babe
To talk about it,
please tell me what you’re worrying about
x2
CH
Where you going, come and sit a little closer
Cos the blues gonna make you feel better and dry
Dry those pretty eyes
I got a bottle of wine, and it’s a fine merlot
Won’t you give it some time babe,
No, you ain’t gonna feel too bad no more
X 2
Speak your mind, and speak it true
Tell me all those things that been troubling you
X2
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Amy Mayson London, UK
ASANTE SANA is out now!
"That one might become the kind
of person who,
without intending it, is a source of marvellous accidents"
Musical artist from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. Formerly Amy & The Calamities. The Calamities are the collective.
Gypsy folk and slide-guitar blues
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