THE ONLY LOVE
Copyright 2003 Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Drew Glackin - Bass
Konrad Meissner - Drums
Richard Lloyd - Guitar
Amy Allison - Supporting Voice
Paul Wallfisch - Organ

You take a walk in the morning
Try and write it all down
Stare out at the ocean
Ask what you can do without

You will ask for a lot
You will use your silver spoon
You will work your ass off
You will walk to the moon

You can save up your money
You can buy a new volvo
You can dress up funny
You can dance the mambo

Only love can send you to the sky
Only love can make you wonder why
Only love can shake you to your soul
Only love can be
The only love

Let's meet at the library
Then we won't have to talk
We'll stare a hole in the reading room
We'll tie a whole new knot

We can learn from the old
We can build a foundation
Throw away what we been sold
Be a brand new nation

We don't have to slow down
We got a deeper concentration
Create a whole new sound
Start a radio station

Only love can send you to the sky
Only love can make you wonder why
Only love can shake you to your soul
Only love can be
The only love

You can go to the cemetary
Talk to the dead
You can do what's neccessary
To get out of your head

You feel hungry and lost
But you won't sit still
Your gonna take it to the boss
Your gonna get your fill

When you meet your maker
If she won't understand
Tell her to get over it
And hold out your hand

Only love can send you to the sky
Only love can make you wonder why
Only love can shake you to your soul
Only love can be
The only love

WHISTLED A SLOW WALTZ
Copyright 2003 Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Drew Glackin - Bass, Mandolin and Supporting Voice
Konrad Meissner - Drums
Mary Rowell - Violin
David Boyle - Piano

The man wears a wide grin
Seems that smiling is all he does
Waved goodbye to his children
As they climbed into the schoolbus

He whistled a slow waltz
As he danced across the front yard
And he thanked all his lucky stars

He put his arms around his sweet wife
He rubbed her wedding ring
Said i'll love you for the rest of our lives
Come whatever our lives may bring

He whistled a slow waltz
As he danced across the front yard
And he thanked all his lucky stars

One year when the money was bad
And his boy asked him how they would live
He said don't worry boy the family's what we have
Sometimes you gotta take
Other time's you gotta give
Some year's you're flush
But it's never as good as you think it will be
Other year's you're broke
But it's never as bad as you think it will be
Money don't mean nothing at all
Money don't mean nothing at all
Money don't mean nothing at all

He whistled a slow waltz
As he danced across the front yard
And he thanked all his lucky stars

READY FOR ANYTHING
Copyright 2003 Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice, Guitar and Drums
Dave Bassett - Guitar, Supporting Voice, Bass and Mellotron

In four or five weeks
The leaves will start to turn
Let's be ready for anything

There will be plenty
of lessons we can learn
Then we'll be ready for anything

We don't need to lean on yesterday
Or hold a candle for the past
We can choose to while the time away
This ole life was made to last

Listen to records
Figure out the chords
We can be ready for anything

On the beach
Tonight's the night
Then we'll be ready for anything

We don't need to lean on yesterday
Or hold a candle for the past
We can choose to while the time away
This ole life was made to last

I'm pulling over for some gas
And while we're here i'll have a look at the map
We can find a place to dance
We will cross the overpass to find
A world of love and piece of mind

Into the sunset
Under the golden gate
We are ready for anything

Trim the sails
It's never too late
We are ready for anything

We don't need to lean on yesterday
Or hold a candle for the past
We can choose to while the time away
This ole life was made to last

HOLDING ON TO LIFE
Copyright 2003 Konrad Meissner and Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Drew Glackin - Bass and Supporting Voice
Konrad Meissner - Drums and Supporting Voice
Mary Lee Cortes - Supporting Voice
David Boyle - Piano
Dennis Cronin - Trumpet

One cross to bear
Money to be spent
Three standing there
One accident

Coming round the corner
Silently at first
Then the accelerator
Too loud for words

Dancing along
With your head held high
Holding on to life

We sent all the cards
They just keep coming back
The car is in the yard
The train is off the track

Dancing along
With your head held high
Holding on to life

Have you been to Coney Island
Have you seen the Mona Lisa's smile

One sweet seed
Planted in the dirt
A chorus of angels
Looking for work

Dancing along
With your head held high
Holding on to life

INNOCENT
Copyright 2003 Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Drew Glackin - Bass and Supporting Voice
Konrad Meissner - Drums and Supporting Voice
Jason Victor - Guitar
David Boyle - Organ
Mary Lee Cortes - Supporting Voice

Keep your eyes on the prize
Your world doesn't owe you a thing
The sun is on the rise
Toss your head back and sing

Are we gonna get it right
Where are we going tonight
Is there ever any end in sight
Are we gonna get it right
How we gonna get it

Keep your heart innocent of your world

Keep your arms around your bride
Your kids don't owe you a thing
The moon is on the rise
Toss your head back and sing

Are we gonna get it right
Where are we going tonight
Is there ever any end in sight
Are we gonna get it right
How we gonna get it

Keep your heart innocent of your world

Your boss doesn't owe you a thing
Your wife doesn't owe you a thing
Your kidss don't owe you a thing
Your world doesn't owe you a thing

Keep your heart innocent of your world

WHEN THE TELEPHONE RINGS
Copyright 2003 Paul Opperman and Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Drew Glackin - Steel Guitar and Bass
Konrad Meissner - Drums
Don Piper - Supporting Voice

Chilling Autumn rains
Make curtain skyscrapers
More beautiful to see

With the water dripping
I wish somehow I could wash
This perishing world

Even in New York
How I long for New York
When the telephone rings

A withered dream
In the windy fields of memory
Piercing like a knife

Coming out to view
The truth of flowers blooming
In a concrete box

Even in New York
How I long for New York
When the telephone rings

The winter days go on
But how far away
This time called long ago

Then the new year arrives
In utter simplicity
In a deep blue sky

Even in New York
How I long for New York
When the telephone rings

THE FIRST MOVE
Copyright 2003 Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Drew Glackin - Bass
Konrad Meissner - Drums
Amy Allison - Supporting Voice
Mary Rowell - Violin
David Boyle - Piano

Green in october
When she gonna stop and think
When you gonna move on over
Whose gonna blink

The first time
The first move
The only one
You got to lose

Pride of december
Old enough to be a saint
Is she gonna remember
Whose gonna faint

The first time
The first move
The only one
You got to lose

Never a fall back
Plan in the way
Living day by day
Never gonna crack
Never gonna sway
There is no other way

Standing in a puddle of water
Waiting for the shock
Finding one another
Whose gonna knock

The first time
The first move
The only one
You got to lose

DON'T WANNA KNOW
Copyright 2003 Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Drew Glackin - Bass and Supporting Voice
Konrad Meissner - Drums
Jason Victor - Guitar
David Boyle - Organ
Dave McNair - Latin Percussion

Went to the bar down on your street
Met your friends and they told me

Yeah, now, I believe
Yeah, now, I believe
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna hear about you seeing him

Now I know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna drink all night and forget all about you

Yeah, now, I believe
Yeah, now, I believe
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna hear about you seeing him

Set 'em up
We'll knock 'em down
Pretty soon I won't see that you're not around

I may be a prince
I may be a clown
I built this house
You tore it down
I don't feel anything for you
I don't feel anything for you
Everybody's got your news
Everybody's got your news
Yeah I got your news

I don't wanna know
I don't wanna hear about you seeing him
Copyright 2003 Walter Salas-Humara

15 DAYS
Copyright 2003 Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Drew Glackin - Bass and Supporting Voice
Konrad Meissner - Drums
David Boyle - Organ
Bruce Martin - Congas

15 days from San Francisco
You took the very first step
Everyone needs someone to talk to
This is as hard as it gets

Isn't there a nicer one than him
One that's blue and bold and smart and then
Hold him up for me to admire
Toss him higher and higher into

The air that's at our backs and fills the mainsail
As we belly into the sun
Everyone needs a place to strive for
To settle down when we're done

You deny the very thing that grows
You deny the part of you that knows
That there is no answer
No, there is no answer

15 days from San Francisco
You took the very first step
Everyone needs someone to talk to
This is as hard as it gets

DUMBEST ON PARADE
Copyright 2003 Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Drew Glackin - Bass
Konrad Meissner - Drums
Amy Allison - Supporting Voice
David Boyle - Piano
Dennis Cronin - Trumpet and Accordion
Bruce Martin - Congas

What shut you down
Where have you been
I know it's the dumbest scene
It's the one I'm in
So many compromises
So many sacrifices
Do what you wanna do
Don't you be alright for me

I'll be alright today
The dumbest on parade

How can we leave this world
Where would we go
I know it's the dumbest scene
But we all want more
So many compromises
So many sacrifices
Do what you wanna do
Don't you be alright for me

I'll be alright today
The dumbest on parade

I'll never let you let me down
I'll always be at home with you

Please don't shut down
Where would I go
I know it's the dumbest scene
But I want more
So many compromises
So many sacrifices
Do what you need to do
It's alright with me

I'll be alright today
The dumbest on parade

TAKE A HIT
Copyright 2003 Tom Freund and Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Surf Road Music, ASCAP and Lagartija Music, BMI

Walter Salas-Humara - Voice and Guitar
Tom Freund - Supporting Voice, Bass, Piano and Harmonica
Konrad Meissner - Drums
Steve McCormick - Steel Guitar and Organ

They need your constant attention
The whole thing is cracking apart
Did I forget to mention
It was ending right from the start

I don't know about you
I'll take a hit of that partner
Been working all week long
I didn't realise we were writing music
I gotta hear the song

There's a late afternoon siesta
Somewhere in a back room
Is this some kinda low budget mexican fiesta
Or a mid-summer night's gloom

I don't know about you
I'll take a hit of that partner
Been working all week long
I didn't realise we were writing music
I gotta hear the song

How come harmonicas sound so good
Why do these words fall so hard
Why when you know you think you should
Does it all fall apart

I don't know about you
I'll take a hit of that partner
Been working all week long
I didn't realise we were writing music
I gotta hear the song