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Lost And Found

Shiny shoes and suits and crunching numbers
Black and white it’s late he’s working Sundays
Shirt and tie and working smiles it’s always the same
And every day is nothing new

Saw his busy life running off of the rails
Running for the train (he) saw the blues resonator
Then a photograph lying there on the table
With that same guitar
Look who’s playing
That’s your generation
Time to pick up this old guitar

The silver resonator kept returning
Desire in his heart it started burning
Then he felt the urge to turn the radio on
And then his fingers played that song

Saw his lonely life crunching numbers was fading
Great granddaddy’s arms they were cradlin’ the baby
Fingers moving fast and the music was crazy
With that same guitar
Blues are playing
That’s your generation

Time to pick up this old guitar
You never played it like you did that evening
Granddaddy looking at you and smiled
Playing the blues like you never
Playing it forever
Found the family treasure

Found a photograph lying there on the table
Saw your father’s granddaddy cradlin’ his baby
Now the blues are groovin’, your fingers are playin’
With that old guitar
Now you’re playing
That’s your generation

(The) moment you found that old guitar
Hurrying home on a Sunday evening
Granddaddy looking down and he smiled
Playing the blues like you never
Playing it forever
Found the family treasure

Lyrics by Amos Clarke

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1. Lost And Found 23
Juanjo Legarda  

One Hour Late

My friend Raymond joined the world
bouncing baby boy, a head of curls
mother labored one more hour
patiently to hold him in her arms

Sixty minutes, every time
one delay or another he’d find
to arrive punctual was impossible
Father Time had other plans for him, he would find

School days followed, he was smart
To be on time, Raymond tried with heart.
He was tardy none the less
with an hour lost he’d pass the test

Sixty minutes, every time
One delay or another he’d find
To arrive punctual was impossible
Father Time had other plans for Raymond

Consequence would be his
on his wedding day instead of bliss
He found empty pews, the guests had gone
The girl he loved could not wait that long.

One short hour mattered less
As a writer, Raymond found success
Never married, he would find
lonely writers have the gift of time.

Sixty minutes, every time
One delay or another he’d find
To arrive punctual was impossible
Father Time had other plans for Raymond.

He grew old, when Death called
to retire Raymond to his end.
But he found himself one hour late
Grimm Reaper left empty handed, irate.

Three hundred years have passed, he’ll never change his ways.
Never, never, never
Sixty minutes saves you from The Reaper if you’re always delayed.
Sixty minutes saves you from The Reaper if you’re always delayed.

Story by Juan José Legarda
Lyrics by Racquel Roberts

 
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2. One Hour Late_16
Juanjo Legarda  

Double Life

Saturday morning
Beautiful day
I’m lying on the floor
It flashed before my eyes
My lucid double life
The finished chore

He played all the clubs
She played all of the people
(A) sweeter guy you would never have known
Had a smooth tenor voice
The kind that made all of the ladies cry

Dorothy
Please call me Billy, ‘coz it works for me
(The) Jazz man
No, he’s not hiring girls today

So, I led this ‘double life’
Now I’m the Poster Boy

Pretty Betty and his Kitty
Oh the boys

I love you

Oh my Cavaliers
How I’ll miss you
The Tipton Trio to-o
The Liberace show
I had to let it go
To hide my ruse

‘The love of my life’
How Betty she remembered
Though the sad accident was a lie
‘Can’t help lovin’ dat man’
It was the movie that would make me cry

Dorothy
Billy’s the name because it has to be
(The) Jazz band
Oh, they’re not hiring girls today

Now I’ve lost Sweet Georgia Brown
And Benny Goodman too

A friendlier guy
you’d never find one
Oh it’s true

We loved you

Dorothy
My name is Billy and it works for me
(The) Jazz man
He’s only hiring boys today

No more playing double life
Now I am ‘Flying Home’

Everybody knew that
Jazz was a man’s world

We loved you
Lyrics by Amos Clarke

 

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3. Double Life 15
Juanjo Legarda  

Old Luis And The Typewriter

Verse 1

Tapping out the beat

Grandfather is in the olden days

Fingers on the keys

They’ve been down these paths so many different ways

the promises we make

 

Chorus 1

Grandfather, why do you labour

when we’re in the modern times

Granddaughter this typewriter

is my old friend and here she stays.

 

Verse 2

Luis shakes his head,

opening the door to write again

Frozen in surprise

There upon his   desk the alien machine

with love from Angeline)

 

Chorus 2

Grandfather, I love you, And I

want you to see what I see

Granddaughter I hear you, but your

Future science will steal my words away

 

Bridge 1

Old Luis

wakes in a fright

tap tap

a ghost in the night is writing’

jumps up

runs to his room to find machines

sleeping side by side

 

Verse 3

Every single night

Tapping out the beat into his dreams

Turning on the light

Crashing through the door the same impassive scene

the old and new machines

 

Chorus 3

Granddaughter, please help me can you

hear them typing every night

Grandfather this story is the

strangest tale you’ve ever told to me

 

Bridge 2

Old Louis

wakes in a fright

tap tap

the ghosts in the night are fighting

jumps up

runs to his room to find that his

beautiful gift destroyed

 

Chorus End

Grandfather, what happened?

The new world I bought you torn apart

Granddaughter I’m sorry but my

Typewriter was jealous from the start

 

Grandfather what do you take me for?

We’re in the modern age.

Granddaughter, this crazy

old machine is mine

and here she’d better stay

 

Vocals: Josh Munnel. All the instruments: Juan José Legarda, except Drums: Paul Woods.

Lyrics: Dan Maitland (based on a short story of Luis Escalante 

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4. Typewriter 2
Juanjo Legarda  

Miss Otis Secret

With the fading sunlight
She’ll materialize
Watch her drifting towards you
Through the smoke in your eyes

She could kill in that dress
Wonder if she has?
In the twilight hours
She’ll take all that you have

When the lights go out
She will come alive again
With a smile and a wink
She is not what you think
But she’s everything you’re dreaming of

When the lights go out
Is it real or just pretend?
Under cover of night
With the moon shining bright
You will swear the music doesn’t lie
Till the fantasy comes to an end
And Miss Otis disappears again
She disappears again

 

Music: Juanjo Legarda

Lyrics: Chris Cron

Lead and Backing Vocals: Chris Cron. All the instruments: Juan José Legarda
*Based on a short story of Luis Escalante

 

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5. Miss Otis Secret 1
Juanjo Legarda  

Estas son las primeras canciones de mi nuevo álbum aún no lanzado y sin título.

These are the first songs of my still unreleased and untitled new album.

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