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San Janeiro in the Rain
05:01
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I see myself due south
In my own areoplane
I made
Wind, rain, snow, through it all
I won’t stop till I see
My dream
Rio in the rain
Is supposed to be a sight to see
I wouldn’t know
How far to go
So I’ll take it nice
And slow
He stands atop the hill
Keeping a close watch on me
I believe
This must be the place
I’ve heard so much about
But I feel the same
Janeiro in the summer
Is a traveler’s dream
And I’m asleep
I wouldn’t know
How far to go
So I’ll take it nice
And slow
I’ve got to admit
I’ve never really left my small farm town
what’s a dream
But unrequited love
San Janeiro
If I trust in me, I could, I would be there
But
Baby it’s a long way to South America
Baby it’s a long way to Redemption
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My real estate broker said me
This town's not the same as it used to be
The crime is long gone
We’ve got cafes along
The main street downtown
We’re washing away
The cans of spray paint
And building a wall
The people of the asphalt
Vs the people of the hill
I can tell which one, you fit the bill
The Red Command stays
Far away
You won’t see them don’t fear
We’ve cleaned this block out
Of the poor, they’ve gone south
Out of sight out of mind
On the day of the move in
Dreams coming true
An artist living making something new
The moving truck pulls away
And the neighbors staring straight, they say
What we built is faded to beige
Pouring hot cement
Over hills, this is my lent
Right angles fit like a glove
In a perfect square
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João's Place
05:04
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I don’t speak Portuguese
But this place has got a thing for me
I’m going to João’s place
To give in and and alleviate
This burning in my heart
Ropes tied so tight
And the leather, my delight
I’m a sucker for an accent
It’s my fetish, given no consent
This exotic way, this land
He said “I’m not just some fantasy for you
There are other eyes, those not blue.”
You know, Vivo sonhando
This world is not what I thought
Growing up on the farm
White lies and a whip is all I’ve got
Break the chain
It’s time for a change
Remember their names
Remember their names
Thrown out on the street
You become who you meet
Break the chain
It’s time for a change
Remember their names
Remember their names
It’s luck of the draw
To be here at all
Break the chain
It’s time for a change
Remember their names
Remember their names
There’s no better or worse
Just the recognition of our postmodern condition
See the sun set on your horizon
And know it’s daylight somewhere else
It’s been years since I’ve seen him
In that walkup
I hope João’s forgotten about me and my mistakes
It’s been a work in progress
Since I left the farm
I’d ask for forgiveness but we’re not done, we never are
This will always be
The world is not what I thought
Growing up on the farm
White lies and whip is all I’ve got
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