Lyrics Post: “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”

This one from the animated movie, another gem, “Encanto“, SO good. My kids walking around the house singing this song, the chorus anyway, catchy, fun…err, joy…truly, a little splash of joy.

[Pepa:]

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no

We don’t talk about Bruno, but

It was my wedding day

[Félix:]

It was our wedding day

[Pepa:]

We were getting ready

And there wasn’t a cloud in the sky

[Félix:]

No clouds allowed in the sky

[Pepa:]

Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin

[Félix:]

Thunder

[Pepa:]

You’re telling the story or am I?

[Félix:]

I’m sorry, mi vida, go on

[Pepa:]

Bruno says, “It looks like rain”

[Félix:]

Why did he tell us?

[Pepa:]

In doing so, he floods my brain

[Félix:]

Abuela gets the umbrellas

[Pepa:]

Married in a hurricane

[Félix:]

What a joyous day but anyway

[Pepa & Félix:]

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no

We don’t talk about Bruno

[Dolores:]

Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling

I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling

I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch

It’s a heavy lift with a gift so humbling

Always left Abuela and the family fumbling

Grappling with prophecies they couldn’t understand

Do you understand?

[Camilo:]

A seven-foot frame, rats along his back

When he calls your name it all fades to black

Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Hey)

[Pepa & Camilo:]

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no

[Dolores:]

No, no

[Pepa & Camilo:]

We don’t talk about Bruno

[Dolores:]

We don’t talk about Bruno

[Townsperson 1:]

He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead

[Ensemble:]

No, no

[Townsperson 2:]

He told me I’d grow a gut and just like he said

[Ensemble:]

No, no

[Townsperson 3:]

He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head

[Ensemble:]

No, no

Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read

[Isabela:]

He told me that the life of my dreams

Would be promised, and someday be mine

He told me that my power would grow

Like the grapes that thrive on the vine

[Abuela Alma:]

Óye, Mariano’s on his way

[Dolores:]

He told me that the man of my dreams

Would be just out of reach

Betrothed to another

It’s like I hear him, now

[Isabela:]

Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you

[Dolores:]

It’s like I can hear him now, I can hear him now

[Mirabel:]

Um, Bruno

Yeah, about that Bruno

I really need to know about Bruno

Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno

[Camilo:]

Isabela, your boyfriend’s here

[Abuela Alma & Isabela:]

Time for dinner

[Camilo:]

A seven-foot frame, rats along his back

[Pepa:]

It was my wedding day

[Félix:]

It was our wedding day

[Isabela:]

He told me that the life of my dreams

[Dolores:]

Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling

[Camilo:]

When he calls your name it all fades to black

[Pepa:]

We were getting ready and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky

[Félix:]

No clouds allowed in the sky

[Isbela:]

Would be promised and some day be mine

[Dolores:]

I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling

I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch

[Camilo:]

Yeah, he sees your dreams

[Pepa:]

Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin

[Isabela:]

He told me that my power would grow

[Dolores:]

It’s a heavy lift with a gift so humbling

[Camilo:]

And feasts on your screams

[Félix:]

Thunder

[Pepa:]

You’re telling the story or am I?

[Félix:]

I’m sorry mi vida go on

[Isabel:]

Like the grape that thrive on the vine, on the vine

[Dolores:]

Always left Abuela and the family fumbling

Grappling with prophecies they couldn’t understand

Do you understand

[Abuela Alma:]

Óye, Mariano’s on his way

[Pepa:]

Bruno says, “It looks like rain”

[Félix:]

Why did he tell us?

[Camilo:]

Seven-foot frame, rats along his back

[Isabela:]

He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine

[Dolores:]

He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach

[Pepa:]

In doing so, he floods my brain

[Félix:]

Abuela gets the umbrella

[Camilo:]

When he calls your name it all fades to black

[Dolores:]

Betrothed to another, another

[Camilo:]

Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams

[Pepa:]

Married in a hurricane

[Félix:]

What a gorgeous day

[Dolores:]

And I’m fine, and I’m fine, and I’m fine, I’m fine

[Ensemble:]

He’s here

Don’t talk about Bruno, no

[Mirabel:]

Why did I talk about Bruno?

[Ensemble:]

Not a word about Bruno

[Mirabel:]

I never should have brought up Bruno

Lin-Manuel said about “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” in an interview for IndieWire.com,

“It’s a complicated family number and it introduces themes from characters that we don’t have time to go into with their own song.

I looked to ‘A Weekend in the Country’ from ‘A Little Night Music’, and ‘It’s Beginning to Snow’ from ‘Rent’.

We’ve got lots of different characters going in different directions.”

Lyrics Post: “Silent Night”

A classic…more than 200 years old…infused into my soul…

“Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
‘Round yon virgin, mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories streams from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing, alleluia
Christ the savior is born
Christ the savior is born

Holy, holy
Hope in a manger for you and for me
Bow down and worship
Come rest your eyes on the king
Jesus our heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night!
Son of God love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth

Holy, holy
Hope in a manger for you and for me
Bow down and worship
Come rest your eyes on the king
Jesus our heavenly peace
Jesus our heavenly peace”

Lyrics Post: “Second Nature”

This one from RUSH, all those years ago…

Still speaks, still magic…

“Second Nature”

A memo to a higher office
Open letter to the powers that be
To a god, a king, a head of state
A captain of industry
To the movers and the shakers…
Can’t everybody see?

It ought to be second nature
I mean, the places where we live
Let’s talk about this sensibly
We’re not insensitive
I know progress has no patience
But something’s got to give

I know you’re different
You know I’m the same
We’re both too busy
To be taking the blame
I’d like some changes
But you don’t have the time
We can’t go on thinking
It’s a victimless crime
No one is blameless
But we’re all without shame
We fight the fire while we’re feeding the flames

Folks have got to make choices
And choices got to have voices
Folks are basically decent
Conventional wisdom would say
But we read about the exceptions
In the papers every day

It ought to be second nature
At least, that’s what I feel
Now I lay me down in Dreamland
I know perfect’s not for real
I thought we might get closer
But I’m ready to make a deal

Today is different, and tomorrow the same
It’s hard to take the world the way that it came
Too many rapids keep us sweeping along
Too many captains keep on steering us wrong
It’s hard to take the heat
It’s hard to lay blame
To fight the fire while we’re feeding the flames

Writers: Lee, Lifeson, Peart

Lyrics Post: “Easy On Me”

My kids turned me on to this one just the other day; their mom was playing it, apparently; they knew it; like it. So we listened on the drive around town.

Good one. We all could use a little now and again…

“Easy On Me”

There ain’t no gold in this river
That I’ve been washing my hands in forever
I know there is hope in these waters
But I can’t bring myself to swim
When I am drowning in this silence
Baby, let me in

Go easy on me, baby
I was still a child
Didn’t get the chance to
Feel the world around me
I had no time to choose what I chose to do
So go easy on me

There ain’t no room for things to change
When we are both so deeply stuck in our ways
You can’t deny how hard I have tried
I changed who I was to put you both first
But now I give up

Go easy on me, baby
I was still a child
Didn’t get the chance to
Feel the world around me
Had no time to choose what I chose to do
So go easy on me

I had good intentions
And the highest hopes
But I know right now
It probably doesn’t even show

Go easy on me, baby
I was still a child
I didn’t get the chance to
Feel the world around me
I had no time to choose what I chose to do
So go easy on me…

easy now and then.”

Song Writers: Adele Adkins, Greg Kurstin

Lyrics Post: “Ceiling Unlimited”

This song, another sneaky sleeper, I think of it…from “Vapor Trails”, the 2002 by RUSH.

Sneaky motivator…let it soak in…

“Ceiling Unlimited”

It’s not the heat
It’s the inhumanity
Plugged into the sweat of a summer street
Machine gun images pass
Like malice through the looking glass

The slack-jaw gaze
Of true profanity
Feels more like surrender than defeat
If culture is the curse of the thinking class
If culture is the curse of the thinking class

Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again
Turn again

Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied
Changes never end
Never end

The vacant smile
Of true insanity
Dressed up in the mask of Tragedy
Programmed for the guts and glands
Of idle minds and idle hands

I rest my case…
Or at least my vanity
Dressed up in the mask of Comedy
If laughter is a straw for a drowning man
If laughter is a straw for a drowning man

Ceiling unlimited
Windows open wide
Look and look again
Look again

Feeling unlimited
Eyes on the prize
Changes never end
Never end

Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again
Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again …

Hope is like an ancient river
The time is now again …

Lyrics Post: “The Big Money”

Sometimes you wake up with a song in your head and you gotta share it.

This one from RUSH. What I think of as the third chapter in their musical canon. GOOD.

“The Big Money”

Big money goes around the world
Big money underground
Big money got a mighty voice
Big money make no sound
Big money pull a million strings
Big money hold the prize
Big money weave a mighty web
Big money draw the flies

Sometimes pushing people around
Sometimes pulling out the rug
Sometimes pushing all the buttons
Sometimes pulling out the plug
It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
It’s a Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice

Big money goes around the world
Big money take a cruise
Big money leave a mighty wake
Big money leave a bruise
Big money make a million dreams
Big money spin big deals
Big money make a mighty head
Big money spin big wheels

Sometimes building ivory towers
Sometimes knocking castles down
Sometimes building you a stairway
Lock you underground
It’s that old time religion
It’s the kingdom they would rule
It’s the fool on television
Getting paid to play the fool

It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
It’s a Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice

Big money goes around the world
Big money give and take
Big money done a power of good
Big money make mistakes
Big money got a heavy hand
Big money take control
Big money got a mean streak
Big money got no soul…

By Peart, Lee Weinrib, Lifeson

Lyrics Post: “Running to Stand Still”

Pulled this one down again; an oft-repeated theme for this guy become a single parent almost a year back now. I’m sure my kids mom feels the same. All single parents do; even if you’re in ahold co-patenting 50/50 gig like we are.

Damn! Just keep up, it’s rough sometimes…or at least, it’s about all I can do.

Oh, and the song? An early one by U2.

“Running To Stand Still”

And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something 
About where we’re going

Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha, ah la la la de day
Ah la la la de day
Ah la la de day

Sweet the sin
Bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out

You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice

You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing…ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day

She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will…

Suffer the needle chill
She’s running to stand…

Still.”

Writers: Hewson, Clayton, Evans, Mullen

Lyrics Post: “Lola”

Another one from way back; I think I first heard it in college. I’ve belted it out in sing-a-longs dozens of times. The Kinks brought it to us. What a gift.

“Lola”

I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [LP version – Coca-Cola:]
C O L A cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
L O L A Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well I’m not the world’s most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well I’m not dumb but I can’t understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said little boy won’t you come home with me
Well I’m not the world’s most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me

Well that’s the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
La-la-la-la Lola

Well I left home just a week before
And I’d never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy I’m gonna make you a man

Well I’m not the world’s most masculine man
But I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man
And so is Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Writers: Raymond Douglas Davies

Lyrics Post: “Cheeseburger In Paradise”

Such a good song. Makes my mouth water.

: – )

This song, particularly timely as we head into this soulful weekend on the coast; making our usual stop at Helvetia Tavern, home of the Jumbo Cheeseburger.

Mmm mmm GOOD.

“Cheeseburger In Paradise”

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin’ weight without speed
Eatin’ sunflower seeds
Drinkin’ lots of carrot juice and soakin’ up rays

But at night I’d have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bulgur wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat

Cheeseburger in paradise
Heaven on earth with an onion slice
Not too particular, not too precise
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

Heard about the old-time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
“Warm beer and bread,” they say, “could raise the dead”
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn

But times have changed for sailors these days
When I’m in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas, or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed

Cheeseburger in paradise
Medium rare with Muenster’d be nice
Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god almighty, which way do I steer…

…for my cheeseburger in paradise?
Makin’ the best of every virtue and vice
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god almighty, which way do I steer?

Writers: Jimmy Buffett

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