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Mexile

by Steve Skaith Band

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1.
Model Son 04:02
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Senorita No 03:46
Señorita No (Skaith) She tells me there's no streets I should walk down here She says there ain't no air I can breathe As for the politicians - well, forget them all There's no one at the top you ever should believe She says "We are so far from God here" I say "Señorita no". She says "We are so close to America". I say then, "Well let's fall in love in Mexico".' She says there's nothing you can't buy down here Cops come at 10 cents a time They're just criminals in uniform - I say yes but keep your voice down Don't want them stealing anything of mine. She says "We are so far from God here" I say "Señorita no". She says "We are so close to America". I say then, "Well, let's just fall in love in Mexico". En los estados unidos there was a czar called McCaffrey Sworn to wipe out dope, coke and ecstasy. Because poor Miss America, so pure and innocente Is being forced to take drugs by these narcotraficantes But my señorita says she don't think so. She say señor gringo no. I say señorita no. She says "We are so far from God here" I say "Señorita no". She says "We are so close to America". I say then, "Well let's fall in love in Mexico".'
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Look Away 04:26
Look Away (Skaith/Jones) Nobody likes a wagging finger Nobody likes to think that its them Everyone just keeps their nose clean Here in downtown Bethlehem Eyes front, head down and you'll be Okay Just look, just look and then look away. Just look, just look and then look away. Nobody pays to hear a lecture Not when the world's an open book You're free to squirm in any direction As long as someone's on that hook Small leap, long fall in this sad ballet Just look, just look and then look away Just look, just look and then look away. Look away from the man who can't pay his way You keep wishing that the clock would spin round Somebody's screaming on your mobile and you say You'll never ever get used to that sound But you will, you will, you will get used to that sound - someday. Trust me - we can get used to anything. Nobody wants to miss the last bus Somebody has to jump the queue Shield your eyes but read the faces You know they'd do the same to you. First come, first served, it may you be you one day Just look, just look and then look away Just look, just look and then look away .... Keep your head down, Keep your nose clean, Keep your eyes front, Keep your arms crossed, Keep your chin up, Keep your mouth shut, Keep your tongue tied, Keep your hands off, Keep your foot down, Keep your hair on, Keep your lip stiff, Keep your arms crossed, Keep your chin up, Keep your mouth shut. You can get used to anything
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Shot the Messenger (Skaith) One day there was a knock on my door I went and opened it wide It was a messenger from you I said, you'd better come inside. But first take off those shoes, Don't bring that rain in here He said I bring you more than rain I've come to change your life I fear I said I'd try to understand I said I'd try to understand I Said I'd try to understand But I shot the messenger then I just shot the messenger then Shot him through his heart I shot the messenger then. I shot him good style One day there was a knock on my door I went and opened it slowly It was a man who'd just been shot He said it ain't that easy. He said you will love long Her love is deep inside her But sometimes lovers must be gone And separate their lives - Sir. I said I'd try to understand I said I'd try to understand I Said I'd try to understand But I shot the messenger then I just shot the messenger then Shot him through his heart I shot the messenger then. I shot him dead style One day there was a knock on my door I went and opened it slowly It was a man who'd just been shot He said it ain't that easy. He said you will love long Her love is deep inside her But sometimes lovers must be gone And separate their lives - Sir. I said I'd try to understand
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Race Me Down 04:50
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Somedays the big fish are so close So close to shore, I could just scoop them with my hand. But then I never want to stretch that far Instead I stay restless, restless on dry land. And if you could talk, If you could talk to me If you could talk to me you'd make no sense of what I'd say. Because me I talk, Oh yea me, I talk I talk I talk in calendars But live an endless day to day. Somedays the cloud burst and I can't I just can't remember what it was like before the rain. But then the tides they just recede And I'm left here waiting, all this wreckage to explain And if you could talk, If you could talk to me If you could talk to me you'd make no sense of what I'd say. Because me I talk, Oh yea me, I talk I talk I talk in calendars But live an endless day to day. In my ideas - alive or inactive? In the mirror - unpleasant or attractive? In the future - alone or collective? In this dilemma - oh I need a detective. And if you could talk …
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Love Didn't Get There First (Skaith/Jones) Bobby is bursting, she's so full of empty She reels like a drunk who is crazy for thirst And there came a big spider God he sat down beside her Its a pity - that love didn't get there first. When Bobby was young Young Bobby was ancient And she fell for a line that was old and rehearsed This still married spider, he helped to decide her Its a pity - that love didn't get there first. Its a pity - that love didn't get there first A touch made her tremble, her lovers resemble The vile Valentino she silently cursed This generous spider, left nothing inside her Its a pity- love didn't get there first Its a pity- love didn't get there first So his face in a locket, She keeps in her pocket Its a fate that she has weighed and a hate that she has nursed The web and the spider, the strands that untied her Its a pity - that love didn't get there first. Its a pity- that love didn't get there first
9.
Lucky Man 03:59
Lucky Man (Skaith/Gamiz) I could tell just by the way she walked down my street She wasn't from this part of the world. I guessed Dutch, I was close. In fact she was a Copenhagen girl. And we stared and we smiled (kinda) And me I used to dream at night After three, three months of this – my God I swear! This girl was driving me wild. Oh Lucky man That such women should be in this world Oh lucky man, That such women should be here at all. Well one day, one fine day Finally I plucked up the courage to speak She said yes, she would like to talk But at this hour she had a friend she had to meet But she said with a smile (kinda) Why don't you come along for the ride Three's a crowd I always liked She said tonight we give my friend a surprise. Oh Lucky man That such women should be in this world Oh lucky man, That such women should be here at all. Oh lucky man …. I go cold to think in case A slight delay in time or place A different hour a different day And chance may not have brought her to me Makes me kind of lucky! Oh Lucky man That such women should be in this world Oh lucky man, That such women should be here at all. … Mujeres tan bellas que llegan por la calle Que llegan de Copenhagen, compadre. Vienen de tres en tres, son de este mundo, Vienen de Copenhagen, compadre. Soy un hombre de acción, soy un hombre de suerte Soy un hombre de acción, compadre. Mujeres tan bellas que caminan por la calle Que llegan de Copenhagen, compadre Vienen de tres en tres, soy un hombre de acción, Soy un hombre de suerte, compadre Juego de tres en tres, a veces ni me ves Juego de tres en tres, compadre.
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Believer in Miracles (Skaith) I don't believe in human nature There's more to us than DNA We are the ones given imagination There's nothing here that has to be this way I am a believer in miracles I am a believer in we From each depend on their ability To each, depend on their need Sounds good to me. Still sounds good to me It was a hot day in Mexico City This man doing handstands on the underground train Falling over for pennies, the only work he could think of Covered in dust, embarrassed and shamed I am a believer in miracles I am a believer in we From each depend on their ability To each, depend on their need Sounds good to me. But a miracle is what we'd need. I read this line on the tube, it went through me "There's nothing one man won't do to another" I look around me and I can't disagree But to try and change this world is worth the pain of failure. Nothing has to be. Rich and poor don't have to be. I am a believer in miracles I am a believer in we From each depend on their ability To each, depend on their need … Sounds good to me …
11.
Fake 03:21
Fake (Skaith/Jones) Give me fake Don't give me real by mistake I want an invitation to the imitation you Give me fake Right through to the neon day-break Give me fake Don't give me truths I can't take I want it bogus through and through I want the inauthentic you Give me fake Do I make myself opaque? Love has beaten at my door before And left junk-mail on my floor Love has beaten at my door before And left junk-mail on my floor Give me fake Don't give me real by mistake I want an invitation to the imitation you Give me fake Do I make myself opaque? Give me fake Don't give me real heartache I want phoney I want fraud I want a ticket to Tussaud's Give me fake Not for pity's sake. Love has beaten at my door before And left junk mail on my floor. Love has beaten at my door before And left junk mail on my floor. Give me counterfeit pesos I'll buy you bakerlite pearls I'll give you a copy of the heart I gave to someone else's girl We'll dine on mock-turtle soup While the rice paper moon lights up A player piano And a Lloyd Webber tune. (Oh!) In the replica Eden we will be Eve and the snake But make sure that the apple that you give me, Make sure that the apple you give me Oh make sure that the apple you give me Is fake.

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released October 1, 2003

Steve Skaith - vocals, backing vocals, guitar
Javier Gàmiz - lead guitar, cuatro Venezuelano, backing vocals
Beto Tenorio – bass
Hugo Hernandez – drums
Nikki Racklin - backing vocals
Daniel Cortés Alfaro – saxophone, piano on "Fake"
Bruno Martinez - additional percussion on "Señorita, No" and "Shot The Messenger"


Produced by Steve Skaith and Javier A. Gàmiz V.
Additional Production and mixed by Willy Joe Bob Levins
Recorded at Musiquiatria Recordings, Mexico City, and Nine Cats Studio, Los Angeles.

Front Cover Painting and Design by James Swinson

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Steve Skaith was the singer and co-writer of the band Latin Quarter. When the band split up in 1998 Steve went to live in Mexico where he met and formed the Steve Skaith Band with Mexican musicians. Since returning to the UK in 2007, Steve Skaith has been playing with British musicians and has completed a forth album, entitled "Latin Quarter Revisited". ... more

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