Love these Ecuadorian Brothers.

This was shot mostly in the Andes in Peru.

Buckset List.

I'm living with war every day
I'm living with war in my heart every day
I'm living with war right now

And when the dawn breaks I see my fellow man
And on the flat-screen, we kill and we're killed again
And when the night falls, I pray for peace
Try to remember peace

I join the multitudes, I raise my hand in peace
I never bow to the laws of the thought police
I take a holy vow to never kill again
To never kill again

I'm living with war in my heart
I'm living with war in my heart, in my mind
I'm living with war right now

Don't take no tidal wave, don't take no mass grave
Don't take no smoking gun to show how the west was won
But when the curtain falls, I pray for peace
Try to remember peace

In the crowded streets, in the big hotels
In the mosques and the doors of the old museum
I take a holy vow to never kill again
Try to remember peace

The rocket's red glare
Bombs bursting in air
Give proof through the night
That our flag is still there

I'm living with war every day
I'm living with war in my heart every day
I'm living with war right now

I'm living with war right now
I'm living with war in my heart every day
I'm living with war right now

Songwriter-Neil Young

V1
Toss a coin in a wishing well 
And I just wanna wish you well 
Got a  love you can never sell 
Broken heart makes you feel like a jail cell 
Everybody’s going through it you can never tell 
I wish there was a way that I could break ya shell 
And Set your body free like your cool as hell 
Walalaŋ favourite bili dhäwu nhuŋu amusing (Their favourite because your story is amusing)
Ŋarra worrying nhä nhuŋu nhe dhu latjukum nhä nhina yaka nhe dhu djäl gu walalaŋ malthun (I'm worried about you. You're sitting alright, don’t follow them)
Bamburuŋburuŋ nhuŋu ḏälkuŋ In the dark room (Keep your brain strong In the dark room)
yaka yolku galkurr (Don’t wait for anyone) 

Pre Chorus.
I know it, I know it’s been a hard time 
And I want to show you mine 
So I Wish you well I hope you fly

Restless future burning bright 
Past is holding on so tight 

Chorus.
Never heard the warning bell 
And I just wanna wish you well 
I just wanna wish you well

V2
Up north down south East side 
Don’t stop If it makes you feel right 
Make room for the feelings you hide 
Got love for the whole world peace sign 
High rise, low light 
Same blood as my brother on the flip side 
You can't win at this game it’s a deep fake 
Somethings you just can’t replicate 
Nhä djälthirr ŋarra’li nhuŋu bäyŋu nhe’li melkum nhuŋu djäl ŋarraku (I love you, you don’t show me that you love me) 
No sleep that I can’t afford it all 
Ḏoṯurrk yindi ŋarra ga ŋaytham (I've got a big heart)
One Love

Pre Chorus.
I know it, I know it’s been a
hard time 
And I want to show you mine 
So I Wish you well I hope  you fly

Restless future burning bright 
Past is holding on so tight 

Chorus.
Never heard the warning bell 
And I just wanna wish you well  
I just wanna wish you well 
I just wanna wish you well 
I just wanna wish you well

Why did you give up on me so soon 
Why did you give up on me so soon 

I just wanna wish you well 
I just wanna wish you well

You know I’ll be waiting here

I just wanna wish you well 
I just wanna wish you well
Djälthirr nhuŋu (love you)
I just wanna wish you well 
I just wanna wish you well
Djälthirr nhuŋu (love you)

Step outside, feet to the ground
Trust the breeze to move the leaves around
In the moments through your days
It’s a movement breaking through the haze

This might be the best we get
Let that sink into your head

Step outside, feet to the ground
Trust the breeze to move the leaves around
In the moments through your days
It’s a movement breaking through the haze

This might be the best we get
Let that sink into your head

This might be the best we get
Let that sink into your head

This might be the best we get
Let that sink into your head

Written by Joe Firstman, David Regelin, Mark Cline Bates, Lucca Soria, and Jon Loyd

Conservative Christian
Right-wing Republican
Straight white American male
Gay-bashing, black-fearing
War-fighting, tree-killing
Regional leaders of sale

Shirt-tucking, frat-housing
Keg-tapping, back-slapping
Hater of hippies like me
Tree-hugging, peace-loving
Pot-smoking, porn-watching
Lazy-ass hippies like me

Tree-hugging, peace-loving
Pro-choice and gay-wedding
Widespread panic-digging hippies like me
Skin color-blinded
Conspiracy-minded
Protesters of corporate greed

We who have nothing
And most likely will ‘til
We all end up locked up in jail
By conservative Christian
Right-wing Republican
Straight white American male

Diamonds and dogs
Boys and girls
We’re living together
In two separate worlds
We’re following leaders
Up mountains of shame
Looking for someone to blame
I know who I like to blame

Conservative Christian
Right-wing Republican
Straight white American male
Gay-bashing, black-fearing
War-fighting, tree-killing
Regional leaders of sale

Quite diligently
Working so hard to keep
The free reins of this democracy
From tree-hugging, peace-loving
Pot-smoking, porn-watching
Lazy-ass hippies like me

Tree-hugging, peace-loving
Pot-smoking, porn-watching
Lazy-ass hippies like me
Tree-hugging, peace-loving
Pot-smoking, porn-watching
Lazy-ass hippies like me
Tree-hugging, peace-loving
Barefoot and folk-singing
Lazy-ass hippies like me

Songwriters: Todd Daniel Snider

[Intro]
One, two, three

[Verse 1]
Well, you better listen, my sister’s and brothers, ‘cause if you do, you can hear
There are voices still calling across the years
And they’re all crying across the ocean and they’re crying across the land
And they will ‘til we all come to understand

[Chorus]
None of us are free, none of us are free
None of us are free, if one of us are chained, none of us are free

[Verse 2]
And there are people still in darkness and they just can’t see the light
If you don’t say it’s wrong, then that says it’s right
We got try to feel for each other, let our brothers know that we care
Got to get the message, send it out loud and clear

[Chorus]
None of us are free, none of us are free
None of us are free, if one of us are chained, none of us are free
It’s a simple truth we all need just to hear and to see
None of us are free, if one of us is chained, none of us are free

[Verse 3]
Now, I swear your salvation isn’t too hard too find, none of us can find it on our own (On our own)
We’ve got to join together in spirit, heart, and mind, so that every soul who’s suffering will know that we’re not alone

[Chorus]
Oh, none of us are free, none of us are free, y’all
None of us are free, if one of us are chained, none of us are free

[Verse 4]
If you just look around you, your gonna see what I say
‘Cause the world is getting smaller each passing day (Passing day)
Now it’s time to start making changes and it’s time for us all to realize
That the truth is shining bright right before our eyes (Before our eyes)

[Chorus]
None of us are free, none of us are free
None of us are free, if one of us is chained, none of us are free
Oh, none of us are free, none, none, none of us
(None of us are free)
Oh, none one of us
(None of us are free, if one of us is chained, none of us are free) Well, well, well, once again
(None of us are free) None of us are free, (None of us are free) None of us are free
(None of us are free, if one of us is chained, none of us are free)
One of us, none of us, one of us
(None of us are free) Lord, have mercy (None of us are free), oh, let me save you
(None of us are free, if one of us is chained, none of us are free) If one of us is chained, none of us are free
Well, I gotta shout about it
(None of us are free) Oh, ma-ma ma (None of us are free), ma-ma Lord
None of us are free, if one of us is chained, none of us are free (None of us, none of us, none of us are free, none of us are free)
None of us are free, none of us are free
None of us are free, if one of us is chained, none of us are free
None of us are free, none of us are free, no
None of us are free (If one of us is chained), oh, Lord (None of us are free), oh, Lord
None of us are free, none of us are free
None of us are free, if one of us is chained, none of us are free

Songwriters:Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil, and Brenda Russell

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Yesterday
Paper roses, they forgot to bloom
So walk away
Hang your head upon the hollow moon

You got to ride lonesome
You got to try to find the road
You got to cry a river
And follow it all the way home
Alone

She is gone
And you can’t put your arms ‘round a memory
You know it’s wrong
Turn your heart into your worst enemy

You got to ride lonesome
You got to try to find the road
You got to cry a river
And follow it all the way home
Alone

What are you going to say to the mantle of moon
When it’s shining down on you?
Where are you gonna ride tomorrow
When your days are running wild?
Mm, oh-oh

Say, “So long”
To the one who’s still a part of you
There’s no song
That could tell your heart what it already knew

You got to ride lonesome
You got to try to find the road
You got to cry an ocean
And follow it all the way home
Alone

Songwriters: Beck David Hansen

Pretty girls, pretty sisters
Twirling batons, blowing penny whistles
You’re gonna swan dive when you kiss her
You’re gonna write poetry, babe, when you miss her
Southern baptist, father, mister
Pretty girls, pretty sisters

Ugly boys, ugly brothers
Die for your country, or one another
Muscle cars in the front yard
Master of puppets, and kill ‘em all
Don’t question God, don’t question Mother
Ugly boys, ugly brothers

100,000 people, 100,000 lives
100,000 teardrops right behind their eyes
100,000 corpses all sleeping in their beds
6 feet beneath the rooftops, all sleeping like the dead
100,000 highways, all tend to disappear
100 miles an hour, stuck in 7th gear

100,000
100,000
100,000
100,000

100,000
100,000
100,000
100,000
100,000
100,000
100,000
100,000

songwriter:kevin Morby Kevin

Listen to me
Yeah, yeah

You said you’d let me live my life
No fetters and no chains
I believed your every word
Now your tune has changed
One day after coffee
You fixed me with a stare
And said where were you on Friday night?
Tell me who was there?

Well the only problem is
Well the only problem is
You’re such a part of me

Hands off jealous lover
Please let me be
And you pray like a mantis
You’re emerald green
Hands off jealous lover
The joke’s right on me
You’re clinging like ivy
You’re choking a tree

We were once so generous
Sharing secrets of the heart
Now the fruit is turning sour
Got a bad taste in my mouth
You can’t control the ocean
You can’t control the waves
You can’t control the shadows
Flickering in my cave

‘Cause there’s just one thing
Well there’s just one thing
They’ll only be a half of me, yeah

Hands off jealous lover
Please let me be
Your eyes full of envy
And you’re emerald green
Hands off jealous lover
Your words harsh and mean
You pray like a mantis
You’re feeding off me

Let it go, let it go, let it go, now
Let it go, let it go, let it go, now
Come on
(Let it go, let it go, let it go)
Hand off me
(Let it go, let it go, let it go)
You got to let me go baby
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Come on, come on baby

Hands off jealous lover
Please let me be
And you pray like a mantis
You’re emerald green
Hands off jealous lover
The joke’s right on me
The pearls ‘round your neck
They don’t make you a queen
Hands off jealous lover
Please let me be
Your eyes are so cutting
You’re my own guillotine
Hands off jealous lover
Your words harsh and mean
You pray like a mantis
You’re feeding off me

-The Glimmer Twins

Ring, ring, it’s 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and your bankers too
Must get up and learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churnin’ out that boogaloo
Gets you up and it gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don’t stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don’t stop, yeah
You lot, what?
Don’t stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don’t stop, yeah
Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
Seen the ads, she thinks it’s nice

Better work hard, I seen the price
Never mind that it’s time for the bus
We got to work and you’re one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk
Yeah, wave bye, bye
(When can I tell ‘em what I do?)
(In a second, maan, alright Chuck)
Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss
It’s our profit, it’s his loss
But anyway the lunch bells ring
Take one hour, do your thang
Cheeesboiger
What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin’ gypsies on the pavement
Now the news has snapped to attention
Lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car
Like cowboys do in TV land
You lot, what?
Don’t stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don’t stop, huh
You lot, what?
Don’t stop, give it all you got, yeah
You lot, what?
Don’t stop
So get back to work and sweat some more
The sun will sink and we’ll get out the door
It’s no good for man to work in cages
Hit the town, he drinks his wages
You’re frettin’, you’re sweatin’
But did you notice, you ain’t gettin’
You’re frettin’, you’re sweatin’
But did you notice, not gettin’ anywhere
Don’t you ever stop, a long enough to start
Take your car outta that gear
Don’t you ever stop, long enough to start
Get your car outta that gear
Karlo Marx and Frederick Engels
Came to the checkout at the seven on eleven
Marx was skint but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence
What have we got? Yeah, ooh
What have we got? Yeah, ooh
What have we got? Magnificence
What have we got?
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You’ll be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhous Nixon
Both went the same way through the kitchen
Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin
Who’s more famous to the billion millions?
News flash, ‘Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie’
Ooh, bye-bye, bub-bye

Songwriters

• Joe Strummer

• Mick Jones

• Topper Headon

• Norman Watt-Roy

• Mickey Gallagher

Bubba Jones was a good ‘ole boy
Lived back in the woods
Drove a 4-wheel drive pickup
Kept it running good

Had a little ‘ole 5-horse Mercury
The thing was bad to smoke
Spent his spare time fishing
In a 10-foot aluminum boat

Cause there was a lot of money to be had
For the man who caught the world record large-mouth bass

Bubba had a dream one night
Everything seemed surreal
He caught a bass that weighed 25 pounds, on a Zebco spinning reel
He was getting anxious
But he waited till the moon was right
He loaded up his truck and boat
Headed out before daylight

He stopped for bologna and crackers, and a little gas
And he was off to catch a world record large-mouth bass

He had a small fortune in plastic worms, auto-fishing lures
He’s throwing them hard, and throwing them long
Nothing was doin’ no good
Then he looked inside his tackle box
Seen a lure his grandpa made
He tied it on and he let it go
Over in a cyprus shade

He let it sit real still, wiggled it kinda slow
Then it seemed like the whole lake exploded
And it shook him down to his toes
Bubba said mmm,
believe I got something here that might last
It just might be the world record large-mouth bass

But he knew that he was in trouble
Knew it was out of hand
When it almost jerked him out of his boat
That’s when he swallowed his Redman

And that ‘ole bass came up on top of the water
Started dancing on his tail
And it sounded something like
Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba

Well it broke his line and blew his mind
Then he started to shake
But he finally got ahold of himself
Had a little Gatorade

Bubba was down and out, but he had class
When he shook his fist and said
I’ll be back for the world record large-mouth bass

Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba-Tony Joe White-Songwriter

Neil Young.

What else is there to say? This Notes For You.

Hey, Nello, we can thank Neil Young….for many things….but mostly this connection of love.

Hugs, Brother….and to all….y’all need one….

This story’s right, this story’s true
I would not tell lies to you
Like the promises, they did not keep
And how they fenced us in like sheep

Said to us, “Come, take our hand”
Set us up on mission land
Taught us to read, to write and pray
Then they took the children away

Took the children away
The children away
Snatched from their mother’s breast
Said, “This is for the best, “ took them away

The welfare and the policeman
Said, “You’ve got to understand
We’ll give to them what you can’t give
Teach them how to really live”

“Teach them how to live, “ they said
Humiliated them instead
Taught them that and taught them this
And others taught them prejudice

You took the children away
The children away
Breaking their mother’s heart
Tearing us all apart, took them away

One dark day on Framingham
Came and didn’t give a damn
My mother cried, “Go get their dad”
He came running, fighting mad

Mother’s tears were falling down
And Dad shaped up and stood his ground
He said, “You touch my kids and you fight me”
And they took us from our family

Took us away
They took us away
Snatched from our mother’s breast
Said, “This is for the best, “ took them away

Told us what to do and say
Taught us all the white man’s ways
Then they split us up again
And gave us gifts to ease the pain

Sent us off to foster homes
As we grew up, we felt alone
‘Cause we were acting white
Yet feeling black

One sweet day all the children came back
The children came back
The children came back
Back where their hearts grow strong
Back where they all belong
The children came back
Said the children came back

The children came back
Back where they understand
Back to their mother’s land
The children came back

Back to their mother
Back to their father
Back to their sister
Back to their brother
Back to their people
Back to their land
All the children came back
The children came back
The children came back
Yes I came back

Songwriters: Archibald William Roach

Tony Mannetta’s birthday is today…he would have been 69.
We sat watching and dancing to Nick Lowe, Dave Edmunds and Rockpile a number of times.

He slept through an amazing show at The Ritz in 1980. It was Thanksgiving weekend and he had taken the train down from Albany and was shattered!

I miss him everyday….he was my brother.

There are some things you can’t cover up
With lipstick and powder
Thought I heard you mention my name
Can’t you talk any louder?

Don’t come any closer
Don’t come any nearer
My vision of you
Can’t come any clearer
Oh, I just want to hear girls talk

Got a loaded imagination
Bein’ fired by girls talk
It’s a more or less situation
Inspired by girls talk

But I can’t say
The words you want to hear
I suppose you’re gonna have to play it by ear
Right here

And now, girls talk
But they want to know how girls talk
They say it’s not allowed, girls talk
If they say that it’s so
Don’t they think that I’d know by now?

Got the word up on everyone’s lipstick
That you’re dedicated
You may not be an old-fashioned girl
But you’re gonna get dated

Was it really murder?
Were you just pretending?
Lately, I have heard
You are the living end

But they want to know how girls talk
They say it’s not allowed, girls talk
They think they know how girls talk
If they say that it’s so
Don’t they think that I’d know by now?

But I can’t say
The words you want to hear
I suppose you’re gonna have to play it by ear
Right here

There are some things you can’t cover up
With lipstick and powder
Thought I heard you mention my name
Can’t you talk any louder?

Don’t come any closer
Don’t come any nearer
My vision of you
Can’t come any clearer

Oh, how girls talk
But they want to know how girls talk
They say it’s not allowed, girls talk
Girls talk, girls talk
Girls talk, girls talk
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, girls talk
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, girls talk
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, girls talk

Songwriters: Elvis Costello

The heart of a country girl
is nothing like you’ve ever seen
She’s from another world
Raised up on a rusted dream

But those rusted tools still work
She’s out digging in the dirt
Tending to something sweet
She still believes in the ground beneath her feet

She knows how to run
She knows how to wrangle
She’s out in the sun
Calloused feet, hair mangled
What’s the point of this life she asks
If I can’t give it a whirl
That’s the heart of a country girl

As this world turns black and blue
Fires, floods, nightmares in the news
The country girl holds fast to her dreams
She’s got seeds in the pockets of her jeans

Emily Mann and Wila Frank-Songwriters

Winding down the road
You saw me go and stayed behind
Far away, I told you so
But still you would not change your mind

Took a trip and I fell apart
I saw what often broke my heart
People always come, they go
But not these ones, I thought for sure

I heard the song end
And I lost a friend
'Cause I did not want to pretend
That you could not see
What you did to me


Fall in love but don't run too fast
You always said this was meant to last
Tore a page and I'll let it burn
Somethings I guess I was meant to learn

I wept the whole night through
When I thought I would not be with you
Now so clearly all I see
Is that you were not mеant for me

-Songwriter-Bella White

Good morning, Monday, how was your weekend?

Did you spend it thinking ‘bout what might’ve been?

That’s the same way I spent Saturday ‘til Sunday night grew dim

So, good morning, Monday, how was your weekend?

Good morning, Monday, I think I’ll sit a while with you

Looks like we both got a lonely week to get through

And I can use a helping hand if you got one to lend

So, good morning, Monday, how was your weekend?

Good morning, Monday, you’re looking lost just like me

Good morning, Monday, I wonder what’s gonna be

Good morning, Monday, we’ll get through together somehow

Good morning, Monday, I need you more than ever now

So, good morning, Monday, how was your weekend?

Did you spend it thinking ‘bout what might’ve been?

That’s the same way I spent Saturday ‘til Sunday night grew dim

So, good morning, Monday, how was your weekend?

How was your weekend?

Tell me now, how was your weekеnd?

How was your weekend?

Songwriter-Jen Loy Nichols

I don’t need no doctor ‘cause I know what’s ailing me

I don’t need no doctor ‘cause I know what’s ailing me

Yes I do, all I need is my baby

You don’t know I’m in misery

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

My prescription tells me that

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

My prescription tell me that

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

All I need is my baby

You don’t know [?]

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

Well, the doctor said I need rest

He put me on the critical list

Keeping me safe from harm

All I need is her sweet charm

He gave me a medicated lotion

That wouldn’t do

My emotion

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

No doctor

No doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

[?]

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

[?]

Had a good time

Had a good time

Had a good time

I don’t feel good

I don’t feel good

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t, I don’t feel

I don’t, I don’t feel

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need

Songwriters: Nick Ashford, Valerie Simpson, and Jo Armstead