Music & Lyrics: C. Sclafani
The blood on the tracks spills into the earth
“Why does that have to be?,” he wonders
Maddona, be blessed, gave birth to a son so divine,
for he was born from her heart, not from her womb
And if others followed, would flows be disturbed or created, deflated or returned?
When will you come, like a fiery comet?
When will you come, on the wings of an eagle?
When will you come, like a cold wind a blowin’?
When will you come, cause I don’t know if we’ll make it without you
You know about pawns
Kings, thieves and others spill the blood of our sisters and brothers
How the colors can run dry
While sons of fortune chuckle over bourbon and big smokes
while the good folks of Big Easy grow harder
And in cities taverns the young lovers, the poets, and the all-know-it’s,
gonna be a hard rain
When will you come, like the eye of a hurricane?
When will you come, like a wave crashing down?
Like a tremor from the ground
When will you come, cause I don’t know if we’ll make it without you
You know about Judas
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RELEASE DATE: 6/22/07 (Wiser Time Music)
Executive Producer: Carmen Sclafani
Produced by: Wiser Time
Recorded by: Tom Camuso at Studio E
Video Recorded by: Aaron Dunsay of PeachBoy Productions, NY
Art & Design: Carmen Sclafani
Photography: Gerry Perlinski
POEM WRITTEN BY: Carmen Sclafani
I look upon these days of trouble and toil,
when men are so consumed with the “i”
Madonna, be blessed, gave birth to a child named David
A divine birth, for the boy came not from her womb, but from her heart
How many others will follow, or has she followed?
I see it
I feel it
Oh to be a young lion of 21 again,
I wish for the first time now
Where shall you come from Bobby Dylan?
What small corners do you dwell?
Where are you hiding?
Awake!
When will you explode onto the earth like a fiery comet?,
for these times they are a changin’
Come out now
For it’s in these times of struggle, that the greatness of men does show
And I swear by the Gods that when the faces appear
That they won’t be carrying guns,
They’ll be holding guitars