ITHAKA: "Saltwater Nomad" lyrics
c. 2007 Ravenshark Music (ASCAP)
Administered by Scion Four Music, NY
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ITH INTRO
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SPLIT PERSONALITY
Words: Ithaka Music:Tito Gomes
Introducing: Pilar Sla (vocals on chorus)
Produced by Tito Gomes
A SPLIT PERSONALITY - A SPLIT PERSONALITY
THE GIRLIE YOU SEE- NO, AIN’T ALWAYS WHO SHE BE
A SPLIT PERSONALITY - A SPLIT PERSONALITY
SHE’S ALWAYS RIGHT, BETTER NOT DISAGREE
A SPLIT PERSONALITY - A SPLIT PERSONALITY
SAYS SHE ADORES ME, BUT WANTS TO DESTROY ME
A SPLIT PERSONALITY
A SPLIT PERSONALITY
A SPLIT PERSONALITY
When I wake up in the morning
Never know who I’ll be with
Not cuz of lack of fidelity
But because her bi-polarity
Tomatoe-Tomato, Patato-Patatoe
If weirdness was money, she’d done won the Lotto
Her moods flip on and off like a switch
From Jeckyl and Hyde, from princess to stone-cold witch
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
“Where do you want to eat my precious Baby-Boo ?”
“I’m easy, but how about some fish tacos from Wahoo’s”
And I swear steam came out of her mouth, she started to drool
“Why do we always have to eat where YOU want to ?!?!?!?”
SPLIT PERSONALITY - SPLIT PERSONALITY
THE GIRLIE YOU SEE- NO, AIN’T ALWAYS WHO SHE BE
SPLIT PERSONALITY - SPLIT PERSONALITY
SHE’S ALWAYS RIGHT, BETTER NOT DISAGREE
SPLIT PERSONALITY - SPLIT PERSONALITY
SAYS SHE ADORES ME, BUT WANTS TO DESTROY ME
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
She’s both water and acid
Both wasabi and molasses
Both a sinner and a saint
Gives both praise and complaints
Both a fighter and a lover
Both obvious and undercover
She’s a friend, also a foe
Funny as hell, but can be a bore
And sometimes she bring up shit
that happened months before……….
“I saw you staring at that ho at the record store”
“but, Sugar that was way back last year in September”
“Oh..I GET IT ..you think I’m TOO dumb to remember ! “
A SPLIT PERSONALITY
She’s both angelic and diabolic
Both health-nut and borderline alcoholic
But deep down is she mad, sad or is she happy ?
I’ve known her three years and it’s still a mystery.
SPLIT PERSONALITY - SPLIT PERSONALITY
THE GIRLIE YOU SEE- NO, AIN’T ALWAYS WHO SHE BE
SPLIT PERSONALITY - SPLIT PERSONALITY
SHE’S ALWAYS RIGHT, BETTER NOT DISAGREE
SPLIT PERSONALITY - SPLIT PERSONALITY
SAYS SHE ADORES ME, BUT WANTS TO DESTROY ME
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
“Honey, what skirt do you think that I should wear?”
“Babydoll, I think you should wear
that short blue one over there”
“You #@%*ing bastard, don’t tell me how to dress !
Well, who do you think you are, THE KING OF ATLANTIS ?!”
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
But if it’s so bad, why don’t I leave?
…least that’s what most people ask
But remember, a man will cross a desert
without water for world-class ass
She’s that hot- SMOKING,Glowing like red-hot coals
Making even the one and only Princess Knowles
Look moldy and old
And when she’s nice, hell….it just doesn’t much better
And never a dull moment, be impossible to ever forget her
SPLIT PERSONALITY - SPLIT PERSONALITY
THE GIRLIE YOU SEE- NO, AIN’T ALWAYS WHO SHE BE
SPLIT PERSONALITY - SPLIT PERSONALITY
SHE’S ALWAYS RIGHT, BETTER NOT DISAGREE
SPLIT PERSONALITY - SPLIT PERSONALITY
SAYS SHE ADORES ME, BUT WANTS TO DESTROY ME
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
SPLIT PERSONALITY
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3.
A MILLION LIGHT YEARS
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka featuring Livia Brisa
Producer: Tito Gomes
Two months of euphoria, that was the story of…
The birds and the bees of the Beast and Beauty
No wasn’t exactly looking, wasn’t exactly alone
Was happy enough just to be in the tropic zone
South of the equator. Objective: record
RECORDED IN RIO, otherwise known as Ithaka -album four
But chance encounter at a little beach outside of town
My day off from the mic and wadn’t a lot of folk around
I’m thinking about you…..you thinking about me?
Memories wandering above the mountains and the sea.
I’m thinking about you. Are you thinking about me?
Memories wandering above the mountains and the sea.
Hollow A-frame shacks –had the place to myself
Pit after pit – with only god to witness
Then paddled out a cutie in a blue swimsuit
Her aura radiating, her beauty absolute
Goddess-like complexion, wavy hair
Beautiful from marrow out to exterior
She had a rock-hard body and rode a bodyboard
Stole three waves from me…that alone could’ve led to war
I’m thinking about you….. you thinking about me?
Memories wandering above the mountains and the sea.
I’m thinking about you. Are you thinking about me?
Memories wandering above the mountains and the sea.
A MILLION LIGHT YEARS CAN’T KEEP US APART
CUZ WE CONNECTED BY OUR MINDS
WE CONNECTED BY OUR HEARTS
A MILLION LIGHT YEARS CAN’T KEEP US APART
CUZ WE CONNECTED BY OUR MINDS
WE CONNECTED BY OUR HEARTS
A MILLION LIGHT YEARS CAN’T KEEP US APART
CUZ WE CONNECTED BY OUR MINDS
WE CONNECTED BY OUR HEARTS
I was hypnotized by her exotic eyes, her glowing smile
(And) the way she rode the barrel with her mermaid style
I could only stare, I could not speak
And I must’ve looked like some kind of circus freak
But a voice from the sky called to me at that moment
Said, Ithaka - that’s Brisa, your soulmate –don’t blow it
My words were few, but at least got the number
Carved the digits into the wax of my 6’4” Thruster
I’m thinking about you……. you thinking about me?
Memories wandering above the mountains and the sea.
I’m thinking about you. Are you thinking about me?
Memories wandering above the mountains and the sea.
And when I called her underwater-cell to arrange a meeting
She picked it up before it rang and said,
Let’s meet in Ipanema
When we met on land, there was inevitability
I was her shark, she was my fish - from now until eternity
Deeper than flesh, was attraction of spirit
Two entities. Destiny: eternal living
Incredibly adorable. Conversation enjoyable.
Geographically improbable, but the chemistry remarkable.
Electricity flowed everyday, twenty-four hours
She brought color to my life, like an iridescent flower
I’m thinking about you…. you thinking about me?
Memories wandering above the mountains and the sea.
I’m thinking about you. Are you thinking about me?
Memories wandering above the mountains and the sea.
EVEN A MILLION LIGHT YEARS CAN’T KEEP US APART
CUZ WE CONNECTED BY OUR MINDS
WE CONNECTED BY OUR HEARTS
A MILLION LIGHT YEARS CAN’T KEEP US APART
CUZ WE CONNECTED BY OUR MINDS
WE CONNECTED BY OUR HEARTS
A MILLION LIGHT YEARS CAN’T KEEP US APART
CUZ WE CONNECTED BY OUR MINDS
WE CONNECTED BY OUR HEARTS
A MILLION LIGHT YEARS CAN’T KEEP US APART
CUZ WE CONNECTED BY OUR MINDS
WE CONNECTED BY OUR HEARTS
We connected by our hearts
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4.
LUST: THE POWER SUPREME
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka Producer: Tito Gomes
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
I said,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
Yes,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
People brave for lust. People pay for lust.
People slave for lust. Even pray for lust.
People spy for lust. People lie for lust.
People fry for lust. Yes, people die for lust.
An’ get busy for lust. An’ get silly for lust.
An’ accuse for lust. An’ get bruised for lust.
Stop time for lust. Leave wives for lust.
Commit crimes for lust. Ruin their lives for lust.
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
I said,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
Yes,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
People travel for lust. Shovel gravel for lust.
Eat dust for lust. Trust too much for lust.
Conceal for lust. Get imbecile for lust.
Steal for Lust. Make deals for lust.
Purify for lust. Beautify for lust.
Annoy for Lust. Destroy for lust.
Get afflicted by lust. Get evicted for lust.
Get addicted to lust. Get convicted for lust.
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
I said,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
Yes,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
People choke for lust. Go broke for lust.
Provoke for lust. Get yolked for lust.
Change their face for lust. Violate for lust.
Embezzle for lust. Befriend the devil for lust.
Gain fame for lust. Hijack planes for lust.
Suicide for lust. Genocide for lust.
…as far as the eye can see,
lust is the power supreme
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
I said,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
Yes,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
For better or for worse
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
I said,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
Yes,
LUST IS THE POWER SUPREME
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5.
THE LIFE YOU WANNA LIVE ?
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka Producer: Tito Gomes
I only ask of y’all
what I ask of myself………….
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE -- WHAT YOU WAS MEANT TO ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE – WHAT YOU WAS SENT TO ?
ARE YOU LEADIN’ THE LIFE THAT YOU WANNA LIVE ?
ARE YOU LIVIN’ YOUR LIFE IN A WAY TO WIN ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE -- WHAT YOU WAS MEANT TO ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE – WHAT YOU WAS SENT TO ?
ARE YOU LEADIN’ THE LIFE THAT YOU WANNA LIVE ?
ARE YOU LIVIN’ YOUR LIFE IN A WAY TO WIN ?
Here and now – limited hours on earth
Make the most of yours – recognize time’s worth
Formulate somethin’ solid just for you…
BEFORE this crazy ball splits in two
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE -- WHAT YOU WAS MEANT TO ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE – WHAT YOU WAS SENT TO ?
ARE YOU LEADIN’ THE LIFE THAT YOU WANNA YOU LIVE ?
ARE YOU LIVIN’ YOUR LIFE IN A WAY TO WIN ?
Do you accomplish the things you set out to do ?
Did you realize the dreams you had when you were twenty-two ?
Do you keep responsibility – MINORITY ?
Do you keep freedom n liberty - PRIORITY ?
Do you get back on your feet when you take a fall ?
Do you stand up proud ? Do you stand up tall ?
Did ya end up with the girl you lost sleep over ?
Or did ya get out of bed with a deadly hangover ?
Searchin’ affection in all the wrong places
Blowin’ all your dough on store-bought embraces
Making the same mistake a million times forever
Loose ground daily - forgettin’ your endeavors
Always tripping over yourself when you need to glide
Never seeming to find your stride in this lifetime
Never in the right place at the right time
Never finding yourself the slightest peace of mind
Falling into depths with no hope of recovery
Searching desperately for some kind of discovery
But gotta drag yourself up – up out of bed
N gotta scrape out your skull – clear out your head
And Gotta turn shit around - like you know you can
Only YOU got the power and the right to demand
A life of pride – one to call your own
Where you’re YOUR own ruler – the Man on the throne
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE -- WHAT YOU WAS MEANT TO ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE – WHAT YOU WAS SENT TO ?
ARE YOU LEADIN’ THE LIFE THAT YOU WANNA LIVE ?
ARE YOU LIVIN’ YOUR LIFE IN A WAY TO WIN ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE -- WHAT YOU WAS MEANT TO ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE – WHAT YOU WAS SENT TO ?
ARE YOU LEADIN’ THE LIFE THAT YOU WANNA LIVE ?
ARE YOU LIVIN’ YOUR LIFE IN A WAY TO WIN ?
Here and now – limited hours on earth
Make the most of yours – recognize time’s worth
Formulate somethin’ solid just for you…
BEFORE this crazy ball splits in two
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE -- WHAT YOU WAS MEANT TO ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE – WHAT YOU WAS SENT TO ?
ARE YOU LEADIN’ THE LIFE THAT YOU WANNA LIVE ?
ARE YOU LIVIN’ YOUR LIFE IN A WAY TO WIN ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE -- WHAT YOU WAS MEANT TO ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE – WHAT YOU WAS SENT TO ?
ARE YOU LEADIN’ THE LIFE THAT YOU WANNA LIVE ?
ARE YOU LIVIN’ YOUR LIFE IN A WAY TO WIN ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE -- WHAT YOU WAS MEANT TO ?
ARE YOU DOIN’ IN LIFE – WHAT YOU WAS SENT TO ?
ARE YOU LEADIN’ THE LIFE THAT YOU WANNA LIVE ?
ARE YOU LIVIN’ YOUR LIFE IN A WAY TO WIN ?
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6.
‘N PORTUGAL (Tito Gomes Remix)
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Berna Ceppas
Artist: Ithaka Producer: Tito Gomes
Addition vocals: Thalma de Freitas
Ithaka got love for Portugal
Cuz I lived a lot of years in Portugal
Cuz I got alotta bros in Portugal
Cuz I found my soul in Portugal
Ithaka ain't from the old school,
Ithaka ain't from the new
I came swimming into the picture
From the depths of the blue
With my fins dried out dragged myself to town
Still didn't know it if I was lost, or if I was found
No job no friend no money not funny
Stepchild in Lisboa
With no milkshakes or honey
But I be gliding I be rolling
Treatin' time like it be stolen
Take the whole story back to the year 1992
Cuz sometimes you gotta do WHATCHA GOTTA DO*
Time for me to ESCAPE FROM THE CITY* of devils
It was the riddle of life that I was trying to unravel
I had to get out of there
While there was going to get
I WAS FLAT BROKE... IN PORTUGAL
ATE ALOT OF CALDO VERDE..... IN PORTUGAL
DRANK ALOT OF SUPERBOCK.....IN PORTUGAL
SMOKED ALOT OF GANZA …INPORTUGAL
I WAS FLAT BROKE... IN PORTUGAL
ATE ALOT OF CALDO VERDE..... IN PORTUGAL
DRANK ALOT OF SUPERBOCK.....IN PORTUGAL
SMOKED ALOT OF GANZA …IN PORTUGAL
I LOOK TO THE BLUE*
Cuz I'm THE BUM WITH BLUE BLOOD*
BEEN FOUR long YEARS*
Since I made KETCHUP LOVE*
Pretty Little, Pretty Little
pretty pretty STELLAFLY*
Won't you please baby please
be my SUBSTANCE-FREE EXHILE*
But she said,
No, It's time for you to roam
So catch the SUSHI-PACK SUBWAY*
Get yourself on home
I walk the street with no STREET LOYALTY*
Cuz I be from the sea, I be the FISHDADDY*
In my SPIRITUAL GRAVEYARD*, there I was stuck
Wasn't easy like I thought to just, SO GET UP*
THE RISE AND FALL OF A FORTUNE*
That was the next PLOT*
SUNNY THE BUNNY* split with my money
But he never got caught
ERASE THE SLATE OF HATE,
ERASE THE SLATE OF HATE*
With some FLOWERS AND THE COLOR OF PAINT*
THERE'S A LOT OF SUGAR DOLLS...IN PORTUGAL
AND I MADE A LOT OF LOVE .....IN PORTUGAL
BUT I DIDN'T MAKE BABIES..IN PORTUGAL
CUZ I ALWAYS WORE A GLOVE...IN PORTUGAL
THERE'S A LOT OF SUGAR DOLLS...IN PORTUGAL
AND I MADE A LOT OF LOVE .....IN PORTUGAL
BUT I DIDN'T MAKE BABIES..IN PORTUGAL
CUZ I ALWAYS WORE A GLOVE...IN PORTUGAL
BUTTERFLY OF WISDOM*
said, STAY STRONG LITTLE BROTHER*
AIN'T NO BREEZE*,
so STONEMOBILE* on down
To the ALABAMA CAVE PARTY*
KING TARDY's* UMBILIBUS* arrived at two
With the ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGEL* crew
Then it was URSULA of ITHAKA*,
CAPRICORN and CANCER*
And SEABRA IS MAD*
from SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR*
Later, met PIGEON LADY*
at EDEN BY THE SEA*
She's a SLEEPDRIVER*
But she makes GOOD COOKIES*.....
Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies
Now I'm speeding through the decades
Like they was red lights
Keeping a lead on the loanshark
That lent me the good life
I'm out there living mine all the time,
Cuz rhymes don't grow in the garden
PORTUGAL, I MISSING YOU
YOU WAS DOWN WITH ME
AND I'M DOWN WITH YOU
PORTUGAL, I'M MISSING YOU
YOU'RE A PART OF ME
AND I'M A PART OF YOU
PEACE AND LOVE... ........IN PORTUGAL
THE SKY'S STILL BLUE..... IN PORTUGAL
REEFS AND POINTS......... IN PORTUGAL
SCORED THE BARREL OF MY LIFE...IN PORTUGAL
SCRIBED ALOT OF RHYMES... IN PORTUGAL
MADE A DEMO..... .........IN PORTUGAL
CUT TWO ALBUMS ...........IN PORTUGAL
Yes, LIFE WAS GOOD......... IN PORTUGAL
PORTUGAL, I MISSING YOU
YOU WAS DOWN WITH ME
AND I'M DOWN WITH YOU
PORTUGAL, I'M MISSING YOU
YOU'RE A PART OF ME
AND I'M A PART OF YOU
PORTUGAL, I MISSING YOU
YOU WAS DOWN WITH ME
AND I'M DOWN WITH YOU
PORTUGAL, I'M MISSING YOU
YOU'RE A PART OF ME
AND I'M A PART OF YOU
PORTUGAL, I MISSING YOU
YOU WAS DOWN WITH ME
AND I'M DOWN WITH YOU
PORTUGAL, I'M MISSING YOU
YOU'RE A PART OF ME
AND I'M A PART OF YOU
PORTUGAL, I MISSING YOU
YOU WAS DOWN WITH ME
AND I'M DOWN WITH YOU
PORTUGAL, I'M MISSING YOU
YOU'RE A PART OF ME
AND I'M A PART OF YOU
• * titles of existing Ithaka songs that were:
• written in Portugal,
• recorded in Portugal,
or inspired by Portugal.
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7.
ONE MONTH STAND
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka Producer: Tito Gomes
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
I love my freedom , love my life
Probably be On The Roadin’ ‘til the day that I die
Less is more….that seems to work for me
Less responsibility, more liberty
But I do combine from time to time
When someone extra-fly finds her way into my mind
Back in California- city Angeles
Eatin’ sushi at Noshee Japanese
When our eyes locked up - like a lazor-guided missle
A global vagabond and a fair-skinned angel
I said, I want to know you.
She said, I’d like to know you too
Wrote down her webmail and said,
You know what to do
(I) said, I’ll be here thirty days,
leaving in December…
So let’s not waste a beat
An’ have a month to remember
Put your fleas on hold. Call in sick.
And throw away the phone
Gonna give you all of me
From my toes to my dome
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
We met the next day, showed her the towers in Watts
Then went back to her place and split a six-pack of Sparks
Ballerina all her life, curvy apple-backside
Flat-stomach, kinda stacked, long-haired, blue-eyed
Rockin’ sense of humor - brains to boot
Loved hittin’ Chronic after raspberry vodka and juice
She said, I’m really not the type for first date affection
But for you and ONLY you – I will make an exception
Coincidentally her birthday, age: twenty-six
Unzippin’ recited lyrics to; How Many Licks ?
Then ordained me with her very first ………ever
Obviously, I was honored with this provocative endeavor
Unwrapped herself down to rhinestone g-string
This was better than being in Fiji, better than being a king
Went though a box of Trojan Mints the first two days
Inventin’ things not in the Kama Sutra
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
Touching you. Feeling you. Hugging you. Kissing you.
Licking you. Squeezing you. Inside of you. Grinding you.
Touching you. Feeling you. Hugging you. Kissing you.
Licking you. Squeezing you. Inside of you. Grinding you.
Touching you. Feeling you. Hugging you. Kissing you.
Licking you. Squeezing you. Inside of you. Grinding you.
Fornicated more in a month than most couples in a year
Everyday of that November felt like New Year’s
No disappointment. No expectation. Just contentment.
We went our separate ways without any resentment
But if again we collide in this lifetime
Be wrappin’ my vines around you in a vice-like bind
No need to ask, WHAT IS THIS ? HOW ? ..or, WHY?
You and I had something special, we don’t need to define
But for lack of articulate vocabulary
Call it a One Month Stand, of fond memories
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
SHE WAS MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND
MY ONE MONTH STAND…
IN THE MOTHERLAND
IN THE MOTHERLAND
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8.
I RIDE 2008
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka Producer: Tito Gomes
I RIDE cuz I prefer to glide
Than to get high
With things that make my brain fry
I RIDE the bumps in LA grime
I RIDE to forget LA city crime
I RIDE cuz I choose to fly
Don’t wanna stagnate on ‘standby’
I RIDE cuz I like salt spray in my eyes
Ride until the day the sun makes me blind
I RIDE cuz nothing better than being inside of…
A waves inner-thigh
I RIDE, cuz she's always wet
She never talks back
Or messes with my head
I RIDE
I RIDE
I RIDE to be cleansed of my sins
I used to ride a twin but I prefer a tri-fin
I RIDE whenever I have the time
Grew up by the sea,
But I was born in Anaheim
I RIDE I don't sit and observe
I RIDE day or night
Whenever I get the urge
RIDE to calm my fried nerves
RIDE when my sanity I need to preserve
When I ride in the calm. I go with the flow
But when I ride in the storm I get AGRO !
Ride all around this globe
I RIDE in the tropics
I RIDE in the cold
I RIDE
I RIDE
I RIDE SINCE I WAS A SMALL FRY
SINCE THE DAY MAMMY MULTIPLIED
RIDE TO KEEP MY SOUL ALIVE
I’LL RIDE UNTIL THE DAY, THE DAY THAT I DIE
I RIDE CUZ I LIKE THE VIEW FROM THE TUBE
I RIDE CUZ I LIKE THE COLOR BLUE
I RIDE TO KEEP MY MOJO INTACT
SO I GOT THE GOODS TO DELIVER
WHEN MY BABY GETS BACK
I RIDE
I RIDE
I RIDE to shed my inhibition
Riding everyday is my one ambition
I RIDE cuz it's my love-extreme
Sometimes ride naked,
Sometimes in neoprene
I RIDE cuz I got the need for speed
I RIDE cuz I got the greed for speed
YES- I'll even bleed for speed !
I RIDE-glide down the line for a mile……
Cuz that's my Substance-Free Exile
I RIDE- slide into liquid caves
I RIDE cuz that's my favorite escape
I RIDE
I RIDE
I RIDE to be one with nature
I RIDE to keep from bad behavior
I RIDE over rocks, I RIDE over reefs
I'll ride any wave, but prefer steep peaks
I RIDE to keep myself inspired
To sculpt or scribe…even change a tire
I RIDE in the middle of the winter
I rode a place that made my stick a splinter
I rode walls that blocked out the sky
Underwater - out of breath - I saw my life flash by
I RIDE to escape street commotion
Givin’ my praise to the motion of the ocean
When I’m angry and times are hard
I get on rail and begin to carve
A liquid piece of the pie
No longer feel like I want to die
I RIDE in the Atlantic, I RIDE in the Pacific
I RIDE secret spots, can't be too specific
I RIDE
I RIDE
I RIDE SINCE I WAS A SMALL FRY…
SINCE THE DAY MAMMY MULTIPLIED
I RIDE TO KEEP MY SOUL ALIVE
I’LL RIDE UNTIL THE DAY, THE DAY THAT I DIE
I RIDE CUZ I LIKE THE VIEW FROM THE TUBE
I RIDE CUZ I LIKE THE COLOR BLUE
I RIDE TO KEEP MY MOJO INTACT
SO I GOT THE GOODS TO DELIVER
WHEN MY BABY GETS BACK
I RIDE
I RIDE
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9.
GREENCARD
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka Produced by: Tito Gomes
They told her, In America nobody works hard
They all live in big houses and they marry movie stars
They said, You’re the one – we’re too old
Now go on, get all the money…. bring it all on home
So go on girl, have a look at the world
She didn’t want to go, but her family’s kinda poor
Met in L.A. by an uncle she couldn’t remember
Said, Welcome to paradise my little “morsel tender”
Got a job under the table as a night-time guard
But now eyes were on the sky: a U.S. Greencard
NO REFUNDS NO GUARENTEES
THEY TAKE YOUR MONEY
THEN THEY TAKE YOUR PRIVACY
WHERE DO YOU GO AT NIGHT?
AND WHAT DO YOU DRINK?
WE ALWAYS WATCHING YOU ….
SO YOU BETTER NOT BLINK
Democratic convention, downtown L.A.
Same day Rage Against The Machine done played
Waitin’ for her number at the INS
Waiting to get legal in this land of excess
Now it’s two years gone, and still no Greencard
They say she’s gettin’ closer, but she’s still so far
She’s tired of these lines – tired of these fines
Tried to pay ‘em off, but they wouldn’t take a bribe
Stuck holding ticket number 811
But the light on the wall says 107
Seven-hundred and four ‘til they get to her turn
Let this mofo burn, let this mofo burn
NO REFUNDS NO GUARENTEES
THEY TAKE YOUR MONEY
THEN THEY TAKE YOUR PRIVACY
WHERE DO YOU GO AT NIGHT?
AND WHAT DO YOU DRINK?
WE’RE ALWAYS WATCHING YOU…..
SO YOU BETTER NOT BLINK
Her number came up…and guess what ?
They denied her ass, that’s some messed-up luck
But a young chola with tear-tats on her eyes
Dropped upon her, some words of the wise
Why don’tcha go down to McArthur Park ?
In an hour you can have license and passport
For five-hundred dollars you can be all set
Either to work or to get your welfare check
So she rode her bicycle down sixth street
To where the brothers play b-ball and the dealers creep
She told one of them players, Yo… I need ID
He said, hold on, Buttercup…let me call my boy “Z”
NO REFUNDS NO GUARENTEES
THEY TAKE YOUR MONEY
THEN THEY TAKE YOUR PRIVACY
WHERE DO YOU GO AT NIGHT?
AND WHAT DO YOU DRINK?
WE’RE ALWAYS WATCHING YOU
SO YOU BETTER NOT BLINK
“Z” showed up and asked for half the dough
Then he took of her a digital photo
And said, Come back in an hour-my little orange flower
You will soon be resident in the land of milk and power
Welcome to America, Baby
No she gotta new name, but she’s still got that face
And now it’s time she rip the roof of this place
NO REFUNDS NO GUARENTEES
THEY TAKE YOUR MONEY
THEN THEY TAKE YOUR PRIVACY
WHERE DO YOU GO AT NIGHT?
AND WHAT DO YOU DRINK?
WE’RE ALWAYS WATCHING YOU
SO YOU BETTER NOT BLINK
NO REFUNDS NO GUARANTEES
THEY TAKE YOUR MONEY
THEN THEY TAKE YOUR PRIVACY
WHERE DO YOU GO AT NIGHT?
AND WHAT DO YOU DRINK?
WE’RE ALWAYS WATCHING YOU
SO YOU BETTER NOT BLINK
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10.
SIX YEARS (Time to Move On)
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka Producer: Tito Gomes
SIX YEARS OF LUST – SIX YEARS OF TRUST
SIX YEARS OF DREAMS – SIX YEARS OF BLESSINGS
SIX YEARS OF GRIPES – SIX YEARS OF FIGHTS
SIX YEARS OF HOPING – SIX YEARS OF COPING
Hangin’ on, clingin’ on, dreamin’ on….
Time to move on…time to move on
No, six years ain’t forever – but feel longer than it be
When two peoples’ love has faded and they never agree
No more, I LOVE YOU BABYs- under the shade tree
All that’s left are: NOs, MAYBE SOs , WE’LL SEEs
The lil’ red Scorpio, the big blue Cancer
Stopped seein’ eye-to-eye on the answers
Like water to acid – we no longer mix
And some things in life you just can’t fix
Some people just ain’t meant to stay together
No more spring days, always stormy weather
SIX YEARS OF LUST – SIX YEARS OF TRUST
SIX YEARS OF DREAMS – SIX YEARS OF BLESSINGS
SIX YEARS OF GRIPES – SIX YEARS OF FIGHTS
SIX YEARS OF HOPING – SIX YEARS OF COPING
Hangin’ on, clingin’ on, dreamin’ on….
Time to move on…time to move on
In the City of Angels – taught you how to drive
And amongst people like devils – taught you how to survive
I taught you English – you taught me how to laugh
And taught not to stress about the things we didn’t have
But after a while – you started stressin’ yourself
Ain’t fun being broke – when you’re surrounded by wealth
Wasn’t all our fault – circumstance played its part
But too much reality pulled us apart
Misinterpretation. Miscommunication.
Brought the end to our long affiliation.
SIX YEARS OF LUST – SIX YEARS OF TRUST
SIX YEARS OF DREAMS – SIX YEARS OF BLESSINGS
SIX YEARS OF GRIPES – SIX YEARS OF FIGHTS
SIX YEARS OF HOPING – SIX YEARS OF COPING
Hangin’ on, clingin’ on, dreamin’ on….
Time to move on…time to move on
We could both be sad. We could both be mad.
But let’s try to remember the good times had.
The laughs. The friends. Down by the seaside
Back in Lisboa – under a Portuguese sky.
You’s practically a kid – back then – in the day
But now you’re all grown up – ready to make yo’ way
So let’s go our separate paths - but never forget
Time to move on – but not time to regret
An amazing chapter in our life history
One to value throughout eternity
SIX YEARS OF LUST – SIX YEARS OF TRUST
SIX YEARS OF DREAMS – SIX YEARS OF BLESSINGS
SIX YEARS OF GRIPES – SIX YEARS OF FIGHTS
SIX YEARS OF HOPING – SIX YEARS OF COPING
Hangin’ on, clingin’ on, dreamin’ on….
Time to move on…time to move on
SIX YEARS OF LUST – SIX YEARS OF TRUST
SIX YEARS OF DREAMS – SIX YEARS OF BLESSINGS
SIX YEARS OF GRIPES – SIX YEARS OF FIGHTS
SIX YEARS OF HOPING – SIX YEARS OF COPING
Hangin’ on, clingin’ on, dreamin’ on….
Time to move on…time to move on
Time to move on…time to move on… time to move on
Time to move on…time to move on…. time to move on
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11.
THE CAMERAMAN
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka Producer: Tito Gomes
I LIVE IT - SHOOT IT - STORE IT- DON’T IGNORE IT
FIND SATISFACTION FREEZING TIME BY THE MOMENT
FROM L.A. TO LISBON – ATHENS TO JAPAN
I POINT AND I SHOOT, CUZ I‘M THE CAMERAMAN
I LIVE IT - SHOOT IT - STORE IT- DON’T IGNORE IT
FIND SATISFACTION FREEZING TIME BY THE MOMENT
FROM L.A. TO LISBON – ATHENS TO JAPAN
I POINT AND I SHOOT, CUZ I‘M THE CAMERAMAN
I‘M THE CAMERAMAN ……THE CAMERAMAN
Gotta thank my Pops whose dead and gone to heaven
Put a camera in my hand when I was just seven
Took my first photo soon after that
Of a blue bird sittin’ up on a birch branch
Then off it was – for a trip to the zoo
Took a photo of a kangaroo with attitude
Photos of my family – photos of the dog
Took a picture of the bible trying to photograph god
Then my willy got bigga and my pubes grew
And just wanted to shoot a big set of boobs
When I was sixteen, started shootin’ magazines
Shot covers of some of your favorite cds
Shot rock n rollers, shot angry thugs
Shot a porno star who had triple-D jugs
Took photos of Mike Smith, the Mighty Masher
Published a month later in a rag called, THRASHER
I LIVE IT - SHOOT IT - STORE IT- DON’T IGNORE IT
FIND SATISFACTION FREEZING TIME BY THE MOMENT
FROM L.A. TO LISBON – ATHENS TO JAPAN
I POINT AND I SHOOT, CUZ I‘M THE CAMERAMAN
I LIVE IT - SHOOT IT - STORE IT- DON’T IGNORE IT
FIND SATISFACTION FREEZING TIME BY THE MOMENT
FROM L.A. TO LISBON – ATHENS TO JAPAN
I POINT AND I SHOOT, CUZ I‘M THE CAMERAMAN
I‘M THE CAMERAMAN…..THE CAMERAMAN
I LIVE IT - SHOOT IT - STORE IT- DON’T IGNORE IT
FIND SATISFACTION FREEZING TIME BY THE MOMENT
FROM L.A. TO LISBON – ATHENS TO JAPAN
I POINT AND I SHOOT, CUZ I‘M THE CAMERAMAN
I‘M THE CAMERAMAN….THE CAMERAMAN
The camerman can….
The cameraman
The cameraman can…
The cameraman
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12.
ROOMMATES FROM HELL
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka Producer: Tito Gomes
Started I guess when I was seventeen
When I moved out of home and to the city
To the condo of my bro, Jimmy C
And his pretty baby named, Melanie
From Germany, and pretty cool she seemed
Like a second mommy took good care of me
But one night Jimmy C looked at another girlie
And that’s when the shit got rough
She put his brand new motorcycle on fire
With him attached to it in handcuffs
No, you never really know – it’s hard to tell
When you gonna get a roommate from hell
Since then lived in ten apartments
And had about…twenty roommates
And all but three of those twenty
I’d consider catastrophic mistakes
So let me go down the list and give to y’all straight
Yeah, names I’ve changed to spare my face
Roommates from hell, Roommates from hell
Roommates from hell, Roommates from hell
BOB was a trust fund snob –
who never ever ever had a job
But what a surprise. What do you know ?
He was the biggest tight-wad you ever saw
MEGAN was a strict vegan
Who only ate corn on the cob.
But she’d kick baby cats and little puppy dogs
Every time she out of a job
RICK was artist from Brooklyn
Who’d just moved into the zone
But I had to kick RICK out quick
Cuz he was getting high with acetone
ANNIE’s favorite food was tuna..
Eaten right out of the can.
Ironically, she always complained
About the halitosis of her man, Stan.
MATT was a fat nineteen year old
And a hardcore Star Trek freak.
Everyday after class bought a twenty-four pack
And drank his ass to sleep.
LINDA would sneak into my room
And steal shit to give away or sell.
Found a pair of my sneaks at one thrift shop
And most of my records down at Goodwill.
NO, YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW-IT’S HARD TO TELL
WHEN YOU GONNA GET A ROOMATE FROM HELL
JOHNNY played clarinet and believe or not
It sounded worse than Annie smelled
Like to rehearse while watching softcore
on the Playboy Channel
MARY KAY was a pretty DJ
who lacked any significant skills,
But she’d book gigs every night of the week,
Cuz of her micro-skirt and high heels
GIOVANNI suffered crisis of identity,
He thought that he was me.
Telling everybody up and down the street
About HIS photography
SHEILA was a homely prude
Who frequently had slutty thoughts
Virgin at twenty-nine never been laid
But would talk about sex nonstop.
NED was a long-time meth-head
But didn’t hide it real well
He’d eat only once, one day a week…
Taco Night at Taco Del
RAINY was an old ex-stripper who liked to hang out nude.
Saggy titties, saggin’ to the ground –
Sprawled out in front of the tube
ZEKE was pure street, an ex-thug from the deep ‘hood
But like to tell everybody on the planet
He grew up in Beverlywood
AUDREY looked like a goddess-
But wasn’t quite straight in the head,
Once got drunk and faked her suicide
By painting her entire body red
ANYWHERE YOU LIVE AROUND THE GLOBE
IT’S THE SAME ROULETTE GAME EVERYWHERE YOU GO
WHEN YOU FIRST GET A ROOMMATE IT’S HARD TO TELL
WHEN YOU GONNA MAKE A FRIEND OR GET A ROOMMATE FROM HELL
DON’T PUSH THEM OUT THE WINDOW
AND DON’T FEED THEM TO THE DOGS
AND WHATEVER YOU DO, TAKE MY ADVICE-
DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT CALLING THE COPS
CUZ THEY COME BACK TO GET YOU
IN YOUR SLEEP OR IN ANOTHER LIFE
AND THEN YOU’LL NEVER EVER GET RID OF THEM
AND THEY’LL BE FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE
EARL was addicted to phone-porn, but never claimed his bill.
But who the hell else would call a hundred times over:
Pregnant Hos of the Hollywood Hills ?
An’ once I caught EARL with my girl Shirl,
Had his tongue jammed down her throat.
“I swear Ith”, he said, “She hit on ME”….
But then why was she tied up in rope ?
NO, YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW – IT’S HARD TO TELL
WHEN YOU GONNA GET A ROOMATE FROM HELL
I kicked EARL out, SUE LYNN moved in
With a baby Rotweiler by the name of Spin
She worked all day, stayed out all night
And locked Spin in her room to piss, shit and cry.
Lynn moved out, then came the model – DIANE
Unknown in LA, but she’s star in Japan
And god bless her heart, but she was so damn dumb
It was an awful disgrace….thinking it was hairspray,
Once sprayed herself in the face with Mace
NO YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW-IT’S HARD TO TELL
WHEN YOU GONNA GET A ROOMATE FROM HELL
JAKE had a little daughter, who lived way out in Salt Lake.
But I think he might’ve forgotten her name
Cuz he always just called her, Jake’s Mistake
He thought that he was a modern-day California gigolo
Had a red Mustang and a red wetsuit
……….with a matching red surfboard
Had girls on hold some young, most old
Claiming his cum was worth more than cold.
And I confirm what I saw on my own,
Had a bunch of broads payin’ his rent and phone.
JAKE had grown up middle-class, in a nice part of Mar Vista
But got kicked out of home, sixteen years old
For getting’ busy with his little sister
ANYWHERE YOU LIVE AROUND THE GLOBE
IT’S THE SAME ROULETTE GAME EVERYWHERE YOU GO
WHEN YOU FIRST GET A ROOMMATE IT’S HARD TO TELL
WHEN YOU GONNA MAKE A FRIEND OR GET A ROOMMATE FROM HELL
DON’T PUSH THEM OUT THE WINDOW
AND DON’T FEED THEM TO THE DOGS
AND WHATEVER YOU DO, TAKE MY ADVICE-
DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT CALLING THE COPS
CUZ THEY COME BACK TO GET YOU
IN YOUR SLEEP OR IN ANOTHER LIFE
AND THEN YOU’LL NEVER EVER GET RID OF THEM
AND THEY’LL BE FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE
ANYWHERE YOU LIVE AROUND THE GLOBE
IT’S THE SAME ROULETTE GAME EVERYWHERE YOU GO
WHEN YOU FIRST GET A ROOMMATE IT’S HARD TO TELL
WHEN YOU GONNA MAKE A FRIEND
OR GET A ROOMMATE FROM HELL
DON’T PUSH THEM OUT THE WINDOW
DON’T FEED THEM TO THE DOGS
AND WHATEVER YOU DO, TAKE MY ADVICE-
DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT CALLING THE COPS
CUZ THEY COME BACK TO GET YOU
IN YOUR SLEEP OR IN ANOTHER LIFE
AND THEN YOU’LL NEVER EVER GET RID OF THEM
AND THEY’LL BE FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE
AND THEY’LL BE FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE
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13.
NINETY-EIGHT IN THE SHADE
Lyrics: Ithaka Music: Tito Gomes
Artist: Ithaka Producer: Tito Gomes
The day was hot, too hot for fun
Ninety-eight in the sun,
One twenty-one in the sun
Boarding down to a job interview
Unemployed, no that not new
At red light, Pico/Fairfax
Laid homeless drunk in my path
Wrinkled face, big beard and belly
Peacefully passed out wooooo kind of smelly
Dinosaur-breath, and lion-like snore
Dreaming (of) all-night liquor stores
Roasting just like a Christmas turkey
An’ soon to become a stick of hobo-jerky
THE DAY WAS HOT, TOO HOT FOR FUN
NINETY-EIGHT IN SHADE, ONE-TWENTY-ONE IN THE SUN
I COULD’VE SAVED HIS LIFE, KNEW THAT I COULD
I SHOULD’VE SAVED HIS LIFE, KNEW THAT I SHOULD
BUT SOMEONE ELSE’LL HELP
SOMEONE WITH TIME TO KILL
BUT I GOTTA GET THIS JOB, I GOTTA PAY MY BILLS
The day was hot, the day was hot
My meeting for 3:00, and it was only 2:15
Had time enough to be Samaritine
Don’t get involved, (I) thought, ain’t my business
And I didn’t mean to kill him, god be my witness
But I coulda dragged him out of the sun
Into the shade some nearby shrubs
But someone else will help
Someone with time to kill
But I gotta get this job, I gotta pay my bills
Light turned green, I’m on my way
But for big-belly drunk not a good day
And in the end- the job, the job had been taken
It’d been for nothing I’d been on the street a baking
The day was hot, the day was hot
THE DAY WAS HOT, TOO HOT FOR FUN
NINETY-EIGHT IN SHADE, ONE-TWENTY-ONE IN THE SUN
I COULD’VE SAVED HIS LIFE, KNEW THAT I COULD
I SHOULD’VE SAVED HIS LIFE, KNEW THAT I SHOULD
BUT SOMEONE ELSE’LL HELP
SOMEONE WITH TIME TO KILL
BUT I GOTTA GET THIS JOB, I GOTTA PAY MY BILLS
The day was hot, the day was hot
Hour later, back at the corner
Now taped off in yellow border
In the middle, man still asleep
But now his snoring and dreams ceased….
He done run out of his life’s only lease
And while I dazed in a state of confused thought
They put him in a van and haul him off
Like a dead dog without a tag
Nameless, buried in vagabond rags
His old leather face I will never forget
Another debit on my karmic debt
The day was hot, the day was hot
Missed my cue, life to save
No, for the big-belly drunk not a good day
The day was hot, The day was hot
THE DAY WAS HOT THE DAY WAS HOT
THE DAY WAS HOT THE DAY WAS HOT
THE DAY WAS HOT TOO HOT FOR FUN
NINETY-EIGHT IN SHADE, ONE-TWENTY-ONE IN THE SUN
I COULD’VE SAVED HIS LIFE, KNEW THAT I COULD
I SHOULD’VE SAVED HIS LIFE, KNEW THAT I SHOULD
BUT SOMEONE ELSE’LL HELP
SOMEONE WITH TIME TO TIME TO KILL
BUT I GOTTA GET THIS JOB, I GOTTA PAY MY BILLS
The day was hot,
The day was hot -hot –hot
The day was hot, the day was hot
THE DAY WAS HOT THE DAY WAS HOT
THE DAY WAS HOT THE DAY WAS HOT
THE DAY WAS HOT TOO HOT FOR FUN
NINETY-EIGHT IN SHADE, ONE-TWENTY-ONE IN THE SUN
I COULD’VE SAVED HIS LIFE, KNEW THAT I COULD
I SHOULD’VE SAVED HIS LIFE, KNEW THAT I SHOULD
BUT SOMEONE ELSE’LL HELP
SOMEONE WITH TIME TO TIME TO KILL
BUT I GOTTA GET THIS JOB, I GOTTA PAY MY BILLS
The day was hot, the day was hot
The day was hot-hot-hot
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