The Zorro Nation Archive

Blame?

El Presidente — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 04:01:47 +0000

Jack doesn’t have a job and drinks all day
Stumbling down the street
Mandy has 3 kids who have no dad
She lives on section 8

Who in the hell (hood) let these kids down?
How’d they reach so low?
You can blame TV or society
But I blame you and me

The playground where we used to hang out
Overrun by gangs and dealers
A rock of crack and a bag of dope
Trading drugs for hope

Keep Her Safe

El Presidente — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 03:57:56 +0000

I wanted to keep you safe from everything
But I should have kept you safe from me

Car rides and calling cards
I didn’t know it would be this hard

Shotgun Rider

El Presidente — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 04:26:13 +0000

Shotgun rider
Down the 95
From Boston
To South of the Border

Road trip
Can be a road trap
Sitting back
And let the music flow

As the miles go flying by
We use the sign posts as our guide
Just cruising on down with my friends
The journey’s the means and not the end.

Obligatory Protest Song

El Presidente — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 04:20:24 +0000

All I need is a cardboard box
It’s shelter from your storm
The music is my mission
And my ammunition

We should stop and think about what’s gone wrong

The world keeps tearing itself apart
What do we do to make it stop?
War and poverty
Natural calamities

How we do we go and fix – what’s gone wrong

If things keep going the way they’ve been
We may not have a world to live in
I’ll keep fighting
And singing this song

Until we finally fix – what’s gone wrong

John #2

El Presidente — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 21:16:59 +0000

Though I was merely no one
You held onto me for so long
She thought that she was happy
She found that she was wrong

L.A.M.E.

El Presidente — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 22:26:43 +0000

I’ll be the one laughing you down
Once you hear my guitar sound
I let my music speak for me
While I’m laughing at my enemies

I don’t fight with anger
Don’t waste no time beating strangers
Cool heads roll with me
It’s a slow ride to serenity

Slow Train

El Presidente — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 22:25:48 +0000

Riding the slow train down the 95
And the ride’s so smooth
My guitar is strapped along my back
Like Johnny Cash
Like an outlaw
Riding in the nighttime sky

And the ride’s so smooth
On this slow train going down
I want to finish my song
Before the whistle sounds
Don’t want to get off this ride
And face the wicked night

Summer Daze

El Presidente — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 21:35:37 +0000

Dull summer days
Lying on my back
Writing songs for you
About never coming back

And I think about the things that I have never done
How I want to run from here to leave this God forsaken sun

These summer days
This summer haze
It’s too strong a hold
These summer days
This summer daze (phase?)
It crushes my soul

Faking It

El Presidente — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 21:31:00 +0000

This song I wrote for you
Most of it isn’t true
My lies fill up this page
Like an actor on a stage

I run for you
I wait for you
I need you to
To be my everything
I sing for you
I play for you
I live for you
But not really

Early Morning Thing

El Presidente — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 03:26:05 +0000

Wake up
Face the day
The sun is shining softly
Make a cup of coffee
It’s an early morning thing

ooooohh oh yeah (or something Bradley Nowell ish)

I’ll try not to wake you
You’re an early morning thing