Entre Las Americas

by Third International

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Lyrically this is a philosophical look into how cultures clash. Why the end product can be so different. It looks at motives. Belief systems. Musically it is an eclectic collection of grooves, tunes, soundscapes that match the diversity of what we sing about


released May 1, 2012

Andrew Pearson: vocals, guitar synthesizers, guitars, electronic percussion, programming
Bill Foster: Bass guitar
Adrian Harpham: Drums
Dave Eggar: Cello



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Track Name: Ellis Island
On the steps of this great hall
Families they were torn
For reasons that were known to few
I would lose her eyes from view
And I’d wonder
And in due, time, you, find
We have been, blind, to things so simple
You say of course, but no remorse
These are our shores, it’s elemental
Ellis Island

I’ve laboured these past fifteen years
Swallowed pride and drowned my tears
A mad dance
I’ve sailed across the cruel sea
Left all that was dear to me
For this chance
Now you ask me to explain
My purpose, what I hope to gain
It’s senseless
Treat me like a criminal
Charged with heinous capital
It’s what you call rational
But I stand tall
For this is my land
Now it’s been done
This welcome
It’s the sad song
Of Ellis Island

These are the powers now breaking the dawn
These are the houses that keep you warm
These are the dreams you once had in your sleep
These are fine raiments you get to keep
Past Ellis Island

c. Nov 2010/Pearson/Boosh Music/BMI
Track Name: Baba

Well the blue collar boys
From the local conservatory
Making medicine
With a minor celebrity
Talking up a storm
As they paint it white and black
New ideas are born
If they could only turn the clock back
And Baba, he says
“Come with me”
Do what I do
See what I see

Don’t confuse me with the evidence
Or bore me with the facts
I got ‘em on the back foot
You might look like an elephant
I might look like a sheep
But they’re stealing from the working man
And subjugate the weak
And that’s you
That’s me

Now I feel like I’m a child
Who’ll never grow up
I feel my hope is distended
I think I’m stuck
I’m feeling lightweight and pointless
Wishful and guiless
Guilty with the truth
It’s a holiday I’ve been looking for
Since I’ve been watching you
Keep feeding me placebos
Tell me it’s a panacea
It’s like watching last night’s TV
The morning after just get me outta here

And Baba he says
Come with me
Do what I do
See what I see
Baba he cries
“Close your eyes”
It ain’t a lie
If everybody lies
Baba he croons
His schadenfreude
Scripted lines
In celluloid
Baba he says
“The only One”
Take him with you
He is my Son
Track Name: Living on the Sun
Living on the Sun

Dark is the day, where the dream shadows play
Jambalaya’s day is done
And all that was hope, now it swings from a rope
The passing tide was fun
Gorging with mouths for the plenty
But now it is gone
Now, how did it happen ?
We had the action, we had it won
Day, day after day
There in your face, he stared and he shone
Now, now here we are boy
Alive in the stars
Here on the sun

Standing here parched, ‘neath the bridge rainbow’s arch
The glory that was the West
You turn to your neighbor, and say “Who's this saviour?"
Who lives in infinite jest
But, it’s not the same
We’ve not seen rain these last fourteen years
Now, at this late hour
See desert flowers bloom in your tears
Now , here we are boy
Alive in the stars
Here on the sun

© 2009 Andrew Pearson/Boosh Music/BMI
Track Name: Caudillo

It was out of the dawn light they sailed
Clutching sticks of fire they came
From Isabella’s lands
With words from the book of their good
On the beach at Cartagena we stood
And kissed their hands
And the night when the angels they came and they took us away
And the wax promises that they made to us on that day
Hooked on the lines
And the stories and rhymes
We were told

We had Caudillo
We had Caudillo
We had Caudillo
We had the sun

In the barrios, on the plains
In the temples grand and the jails
Lies heritage and hope
Confront this immaculate life
And the pagan he refuses to die
Or be controlled
As the Nazca lines in the hills have shown us
The mysteries of our time unfolds
Righteous now in their might
They own us

We have Caudillo (X3)
We have the sun

Now they have come for your sons and your daughters
The future is ours we are told in this dream
Darkened to black are the Amazon waters
They slash and they burn in the forests of green
But this day that you bring with your son
The white man
We lock away deep inside
Into the light of this frightening new life
We’ve been shown

We have Caudillo

c. Pearson/Boosh Music/BMI
Track Name: Mexico
It rolls down the jetway and hits on the run
I smell your diesel burned in the sun
Lost in a state of mired indecision
The faintest of hope keeps me carrying on
Kicked out of time, chased wild euphoria
Distant drums played and in the mirror we danced
The dance of the hours, the last action hero
He’s withered and grey, now he’s lost his romance
And he takes it slow
Way down low
You can call it Mexico

The cinco de mayo
In Nuevo Laredo
Down on the Rio Grande
Well the DEA lost their way
Down on the Borderland
Down in Mexico
If I get low
You can find me way down
In the ground

Truth and the stranger
Oil and the ice
I’ll catch you later
I won’t think twice
The mercy of shamans on the redeye tonight
Darkness vacated and the morning is bright
Preachers and outlaws and sinners and saints
All got the message and even those who ain’t
All make the journey as each one must
To the land of the spirits , and the diesel and the dust
Down in Mexico
Track Name: Sunday Morning in the MIssion

Cruising out of Haight Street
A night in Buena Vista Park
The eastern glimmer of the morning she comes
The sky was not quite dark
Then a voice from the corner she poses
“Are you looking for a friend?”
This could be a child, God knows this
Could be the end

And to the beat of your heart as you listen
To the sound of your soul as it sighs
Sunday morning in the Mission
And you’re glad to be alive

Now the diligence of you missionaries
You take this uphill road
But in eloquent objection
I share my heavy load
‘Cos dreams are done
And lives are lost
And the future is etched in this stone
And with the hopes and wishes all run dry
You find you’re not alone

And to the beat of your heart as you listen
To the sound of your soul as it sighs
Sunday morning in the mission
And you’re glad to be alive
Track Name: Toys
You see it in a store window
You see it in your mind’s eye
You see it at a friend’s house
You want it you don’t know why

And so the paradoxic conclusion to your ambition
To gather more profusion you will add to your collection
And I’ll look up to you and maybe wish I’d been like you
‘Cos at the end of the day
You’re the king of the hill
And what’ll I say?
Maybe I will
The one with the most toys wins

You see it over and over
You see it in magazines
You don’t know which way the wind blows
You don’t know why you dream

And so the paradoxic………

How do I come to know you?
How do I come to see?
Stereotype your face value
Maybe you are much like me
I don’t know
I don’t know nothin’
I just feel incomplete
Why should you even listen?
You‘ve got the world at your feet
Track Name: The Edge
Down in the hills south of here
There passes there a road some ride
Some fear the Cerro Del Muerte
There she stands
And you can ride this road through distant lands
Like Cartago and Three Kings
And into the sky so high
It makes you sing
There you go
San Isidro
El General es Jesus Cristo
Never mind to look behind tonight
That is where the devils play alright
The Fer-de-lance just sits and hides and waits
Me, I’m looking on down the clouds and I’m amazed
In stardust powdered silence gaze
At heaven’s gate
You become the music at the edge
You become the music at the edge
You become the music at the edge of the world

Tomorrow the cool of the mist
Shatters as the morning sun burns its bliss
And kisses kiss prehistory once more
The hills they rock and slide are torn
Carried on down by the Portalon
Throw your heart in, watch it drown
For evermore
Bury me, bury me, bury me there one day
Just toss my soul
Throw it away
I’ll be your eyes
I will be one
And I’ll keep watch
I’ll watch the sun
From this place I’ll stand and face
The truth that when this life is done
You become the music at the edge
You become the music at the edge
You become the music at the edge of the world