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THE POWER OF MUSIC Lyrics

WALK WITH THE DEVIL (Joe Bouchard)

The man on the corner he's playing from his soul

The woman in the doorway she needs that rock and roll

 

An electric dream calls your name

The impulse might drive you insane.

Stinging guitars are wailing away

On another side of the day

Time to put the pedal to the metal.

And then you walk....

Walk with the Devil.

 

Don't know where it all began

With the song and dance man

Moving from town to town

Not ready to settle down

He wired his amp

And the music got loud

Shooting sparks from his fingers

In big bolts of sound

And the tears of romantics

With pain in their eyes

The ground started shaking

And seas started breaking so loud

When you walk with the devil

When you walk with the devil

The man on the corner he's playing from his soul

The woman in the doorway she needs that rock and roll

 

Jimi Hendrix played a mean guitar

Jimmy carved his way to the stars

Beck blew the roof off the room

With pumped up volume and a dose of the blues

All these stars are etched in time

Like a the dream

Near the end of the line

Near the end of the line

When you walk with the devil

When you walk with the devil.

When you walk with the devil.

 

36 STRINGS (Joe Bouchard)

Awoke before dawn

Looking up at the sky

Watching all the lights

of a plane passing by

Perfecting the art

Of lying in bed

Your mind full of cobwebs.

Counting the twinkling

As the sky loses stars

Under the morning sky.

The mysteries of nightfall

Give way to a pulse in your life

With little or nothing to lose and

And a new day in front of you

The morning birds

Sing their songs away

And make the world a better place.

With a tune of a brighter day

Perfecting the art

Of lying in bed

Your mind full of cobwebs.

Counting the twinkling

As the sky loses stars

Under the morning sky.

The mysteries of nightfall

Give way to a pulse in your life

With little or nothing to lose and

And a new day in front of you

36 Strings

Ring in my day

36 Stars

Off to a good start

36 Strings and 36 stars

Off to a good start

 

IS HE THE WOLFMAN (Joe Bouchard)

Who's that on the phone?

Calling at night when you're all alone

A twisted dream that doesn't seem to end.

He claws his way up your wall

And preys on the fears in us all.

A scream in the night and a howl at the moon.

Is he the Wolfman?

 

POWER OF MUSIC (Joe Bouchard)

Time is precious

You can work it out

Time is precious

There is no doubt

Take a walk in the field

Take a walk and be healed

Time is precious

No doubt

The Power of Music

Can't be denied

The Power of Music

Can you feel it inside?

Persevere you will rise

One more reason to try

See the window open the door

Keep ‘em coming back for more.

The Power of Music

It can't be denied

The Power of Music

Can you feel it inside?

SOLO

Time is precious

Work it out in your head

Take a walk down the street

Take a walk feel the beat

Time is precious

The Power of Music

It can't be denied

The Power of Music

It can't be denied

The Power of Music

It can't be denied

The Power of Music

Can you feel it inside?

 

DUSTY OLD PIANO (Joe Bouchard)

That dusty old piano

In the empty old music hall

Never let ya down at all

When inspiration called

 

Tiny little hammers wailing away

They're pounding out rhythms in time

Playful runs and arpeggios

Pulsing to the beat of your heart

 

Sympathetic strings ringing together

Drawing from a roomful of ghosts

Slow moving dreamy serenades

Hoping that you're on the right note

 

Hand-stitched entertainment

From a far-off different age

Steeped in those rippling sounds

A memory of yesterday.

 

Hey, come on and sing La La

La, la, la, la, la, la Come on and sing La La

La, la, la, la, la, la

Everybody's dancing La La

La, la, la, la, la, la

Everybody sing La La

La, la, la, la, la, la La Laaaaahhhh>>>>

 

Tiny little hammers wailing away

They're pounding out rhythms in time

Playful runs and arpeggios

Pulsing to the beats of your heart

Hey, come on and sing La La

La, la, la, la, la, la Come on and sing La La

La, la, la, la, la, la

Everybody's dancing La La

La, la, la, la, la, la

Everybody sing La La

La, la, la, la, la, la La Laaaaahhhh>>>>

 

THE STORY OF THE BLUES PROJECT (Joe Bouchard)

Muddy found his mojo

At the Cafe a go-go

Way down in Village

A long time ago-go

Better than the rest there was a night you won't forget.

That was the story of the Blues Project

The Scene was rocking

with Al and Steve and Danny

Driving the blues to outerspace

Weren't like no hootenanny

A long time ago there the sound you can't forget

That was the story of the Blues Project

SOLO 1

Roy and Andy were pushing

The band to go much higher.

Stoking the engine down the road

To add some fuel to the fire.

Better than the rest, the sound you can't forget

That was the story of the Blues Project

Times were a changin'

As the bands they were a ragin'

Heading off in different directions

With few exceptions.

A long time ago there was a night you won't forget.

That was the story of the Blues Project

The guys just didn't jive

They went their separate ways

But that's how it was

Back in the good old days

SOLO 2

Muddy found his mojo

Down at the Cafe a go-go

Way down in Village

A long time ago-go

A long time ago there was a night you won't forget.

That was the legend of the Blues Project

That was the story of the Blues

(Project)

That was the story of the Blues

(Project)

That was the story of the Blues

(Project)

That was the story of the Blues

(Project)

A long time ago there was a night you can't forget

That was the story of the Blues Project

SOLO 3

 

PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE (J. E. Cook)

So you said too much

Now you're apologizing

I always knew you would

Still it’s surprising

 

You’re in the same old picture

Hung up in the same old frame

The photographic evidence

Says you’re to blame.

You’re in the same old picture

Hung up in the same old frame

The photographic evidence

Says you’re to blame.

 

I snapped you candidly

when you said under state me

The image set you free

Now you berate me

Your portrait set against a blank wall

And you must just look back

The photographic evidence

Is on your tracks

 

From a room so dark

The truth somehow emerges

Systematically and stark

The word is out

And your perfect image shot through a lens

is dried and cracked

The photographic evidence

says your negative

is black.

 

So you said too much

Now you're apologizing

I always knew you would

Still it’s surprising

You’re in the same old picture

Hung up in the same old frame

The photographic evidence

Says you’re to blame.

You’re in the same old picture

Hung up in the same old frame

The photographic evidence

Says you’re to blame.

 

TOURING AGE (Joe Bouchard) [Instrumental]

 

CAREER OF EVIL (Patti Smith, Albert Bouchard)

I plot your rubric scarab, I steal your satellite

I want your wife to be my baby tonight

I choose to steal what you chose to show

And you know I will not apologize

Your mine for the taking

I'm making a career of evil [repeat three times]

Pay me I'll be your surgeon, I'd like to pick your brains

Capture you, Inject you, leave you kneeling in the rain

I choose to steal what you chose to show

And you know I will not apologize

Your mine for the taking

I'm making a career of evil [repeat three times]

I'd like your blue eyed horseshoe, I'd like your emerald horny toad

I'd like to do it to your daughter on a dirt road

And then I'd spend your ransom money, but still I'd keep your sheep

I'd peel the mask your wearing, and then rob you of your sleep

I choose to steal what you chose to show

And you know I will not apologize

Your mine for the taking

I'm making a career of evil [repeat seven times]