Cuenca

by John Cain

Released 05/23/2017
All World Music
Released 05/23/2017
All World Music
Some sample cuts not yet released from new album recorded in Ecuador coming soon!
  • 04:30 Story Lyrics
    Sad Rain Fallin'

    I come way down here
    try to start again
    That lonely rolling thunder
    seems to be my only friend
    And every day the sad rain fallin’,
    don’t even wash away my sins.

    It’s a bad pain calling
    like it never gonna go away
    Sad rain falling every day
    the cats can’t even play
    seems like it never gonna stop
    feels like my soul’s about to rot


    It’s a sad rain falling
    Don’t know where the sunshine went
    It’s a sad rain falling
    Don’t know where the sunshine went
    It’s raining on my instrument
    got no way to pay my rent.

    It’s a sad rain falling
    Ever since I come ‘ this town
    I just can’t seem to get off
    on that sweet stuff comin’ down
    I try to get back on my feet
    But I just keep on fallin’ down

  • 03:05 Story Lyrics
    Close Again

    I miss your seductive and passionate ways
    and your love and your friendship
    and your smiling face
    Your natural spirit and the song in your soul,
    but most of all I miss your total energy
    and closeness.

    Before you came along I had given up on finding
    a true love in this world.
    But you are the exception to every rule
    and without a doubt you are
    a very magic girl.

    I can’t wait to have you close again.
    I can’t wait to have you close.
    I can’t wait to have you close again.
    I can’t wait to have you close.

    I miss morning coffee and the way you love cats
    and the way you look happy when you water the plants.
    When you’re singing and scatting and playing guitar
    or kissing my face then I see who
    you really are,
    and I love you.

    We finally found a way to get pat the past
    to quit doing our act and to take off our masks,
    And you started to see the kins of man I really am
    and not just some one who’s here
    to make you sorry.

    I can’t wait to have you close again.
    I can’t wait to have you close.
    I can’t wait to have you close again.
    I can’t wait to have you close.

  • 03:43 Story Lyrics
    Coffee In The Mornin'

    Gots to have my Coffee In The morning
    It make me feel alright
    Gots to have my Coffee In The morning
    It make me feel alright
    When the sunrise is stinging my eyes
    and the cook is singing ( whistling )
    while the bacon fries
    it’s alright

    The first thang in the morning
    when I falls out of bed
    I gots to chug that mocha java
    just to ease my aching head

    Don’t need no cream or sugar (shugah)
    gots have it black and hot
    throw a couple of cups right down my neck,
    then I gots to chug the whole damn pot

    Gots to have my Coffee In The morning
    It make me feel alright
    Gots to have my Coffee In The morning
    It make me feel alright
    When the sunrise is stinging my eyes
    and the cook is singing ( whistling )
    while the bacon fries
    it’s alright

    the last thing I remember
    before I hit the sack
    we was shooting shots of cuervo                
    and then every thing went black

    next thing I remember
    I was lying on the floor
    I jumped right up, slap my face
    and I shot me a couple more

    That’s why I gots to have my….
    Coffee In The morning
    It make me feel alright
    Gots to have my Coffee In The morning
    It make me feel alright
    When the sunrise is stinging my eyes
    and the cook is singing ( whistling )
    while the bacon fries
    it’s alright

  • 03:52 Story Lyrics
    Listening To The Moon ( Izhcayluma )

    Between the dusk and dawn
    I feel like I just can’t go on
    the world could just stop spinning
    no music and no more songs  
    just let it be ending
    I listened to the sky
    its sad song made me cry   
    When I had lost my will
    I climbed up on the hill
    and there I stayed
    until I saw the rainbow fade

    And then the sun sank down
    the night is the beginning now
    the world surely is spinning  
    moon magic and stars and clouds
    trees in the wind singing
    listening to the moon
    wrestling with a tune
    when I ask her for the answer
    she told me dreams are dancers
    that fade away and disappear
    and end too soon

    And then the sun came up
    The world still must be whirling ‘round
    the world surely is spinning
    seed magic inside the ground
    bird music and singing
    I listened to the moon
    it seemed to sing a tune
    and I was born again
    where have I been?
    like sunshine to a seed
    it set my spirit free
    and I was born again
    where have I been, my friend?
    like sunshine to a seed
    it set my spirit free

  • 06:06 Story Lyrics
    It Ain't My Isness

    Maybe I’m naive
    to actually believe
    there is art that matters,
    and has meaning.
    Is it something I can make,
    or am I just another fake
    another dreamer dreaming?

    Self doubt and sour grapes
    with confidence alternates.
    I’m a fool, a lout
    and they are great.
    Or the reverse,
    It’s even worse….
    An artist who is famous
    is just another anus,
    They say “he’s a genius”
    but in real life he’s a “pen-ius.”
    All around us
    Bullshit sculpture,
    Bullshit paintings,
    Bullshit musc,
    Bullshit culture,
    Famous,
    mediocre,
    modal three-chord pop tunes
    are ubiquitous,
    the lyrics ridiculous
    useless and banal,
    Juvenile and anal,
    And they got the gig,
    and made it big.

    Why them,
    not me?
    Damn my jealousy!
    Should I dare to think
    that perchance, I stink,
    That I’m not as good
    as those other fuckers,
    or as I am?
    Self imposed treason
    that that’s the reason
    that that’s the thing?
    They have the glam,
    And they have fans.
    Those mother fuckers
    were so much better
    in their V-neck sweaters,
    and they could sing,
    and those other cats could swing.
    And I’m a whiner
    ‘cause they seem so much finer,
    … but they’re not,
    and I’m just being a snot,
    I judge them
    and begrudge them.
    I say “It’s all show business
    And that ain’t my is-ness.”

    Then I see or hear some art,
    that I think is smart.
    and it makes me feel.
    Someone created it,
    and now I ain’t shit
    ‘cause it’s the real deal.
    and I can’t berate it,
    That one rare find,
    that one of a kind
    that’s unique
    and it speaks
    originality
    without banality.
    Well, maybe I could be,
    or so I dream,
    the next
    Antonio Carlos Jobim,
    God damnit,
    just another
    Atonal phony-ass Jim Beam
    or so I seem.
    There’s a thousand kings and princes
    but only one Beethoven.
    A thousand kings of rock ’n roll
    but they all stole
    the side burns, shades,
    the stupid clothes,
    the look,
    mere crooks.
    And they convince
    the rubes and hicks
    they’re funky and hip
    but there is only one Prince.




    I wish I could be brilliant
    like the Beatles or Tim Minchin,
    but I’m not.
    and I’m caught
    in my own bitchin’
    Burning up in envious heat
    I get out’ the kitchen
    in defeat,
    I rot.

    How I wish I could be clever
    like Cole Porter or James Taylor.
    At least he got to nail her,
    Rode Joni like a pony,
    Carly like a Harley,
    yet none of them is phony
    They make real art
    and I can’t even start.

    So, I tell myself,
    If I could find the place
    to display my face
    to the human race
    just in case
    I might be brilliant,
    or they might think so,
    I could make some dough,
    ya know…`
    My big-ass ego.
    “Being here’s
    what holds me back.”
    I tell myself
    as if it’s fact.
    and judge myself
    “I’m just a hack.”
    And “I could make it there,
    or if I had weird hair.”
    and, “life ain’t fair.”
    Afraid to Dare.

    Yeah,
    It always has to be
    some other place,
    another place hipper
    Than where I’m at.
    Where it’s at
    is like a cat,
    And you can’t be fat.
    No silver slipper,
    New York, L.A.
    New Orleans, Paris,
    (big enough to scare us
    if we come from far away.)
    Nashville, Seattle,
    (Assholes and cattle)
    Ok, I’ll take the trip
    ‘cause it’s not where I am
    to get the “fam.”
    Maybe I should go
    haul my big-ass ego
    There,
    where the action is.
    Dare,
    Get loose.
    But, all I do is jam
    So I call it all a scam
    and I’m just a big ham
    That’s my excuse.
    and, “What’s the use?
    It’s all show business
    and that ain’t my is-ness.”






  • 02:50 Story Lyrics
    The Isness Of The Fwunga

    I’m gonna tell you ‘bout a thing
    that happens now and then
    a strange and cosmic feeling
    there’s no tellin’ where or when
    it’s coincidental, it kind of mental
    it’s all around and among ya’
    it’s a curious phenomena
    called the Isness of the Fwunga

    You’re minding your own bid’ness
    just walking down the street
    someone pops into your head
    then suddenly you meet
    they were thinking of you the same
    Maybe it ain’t nothing but a thang,  
    my friend you just experienced
    the Issnes of the fwunga

    Talkin’ ‘bout the Issnes of the fwunga
    pretty mama it gonna stun ya’
    Talkin’ ‘bout the Issnes of the fwunga
    if you were a bell it would’ve rung ya’
    The isness of the fwunga

    When you have a realization
    and it straight up blows your mind
    and there’s no interpretation
    that makes sense, that you can find
    don’t want to be the one who bums ya
    your karmic vibes out run ya’
    but you just had a run in with
    the Issnes of the fwunga

  • 02:10 Story Lyrics
    Sittin' In My Underwear

    Sitting here in my underwear
    singing you this song
    An awful lot folks been saying I am wrong
    but I don’t talk to them for very long
    They say you’re only as good as your stash
    If that be the case I need a pond of hash
    Sitting here in my underwear
    singing you this song

    Sitting here in my underwear
    feeling mighty low
    a lot of folks been trying to tell me where to go
    but I think they’re full of bull and they don’t really know
    They say “do this” and they say “do that”
    but all they really want to do is make me fat!
    Sitting here in my underwear
    feeling mighty low

    Sitting here in my underwear
    feeling kind of blue
    people always try to tell me I am through
    I just look at them and say “boo hoo”
    Everybody always tell me what I should do
    But they all just another monkey in the zoo
    So I’m just sitting here in my underwear
    singing you this song

  • 04:05 Lyrics
    If I Could Dance

    (Him)

    If I could dance
    I’d wanna dance like Fred Astaire
    and have his style and flair
    but I’d want better hair
    If I could dance
    I’d dance away all your cares

    If I could dance
    I’d dance like bubbles in champagne           
    I’d be singing in the rain
    and though it sounds insane
    If I could dance
    I’d dance away all your pain
    If I could dance
    I’d dance away your blues
    If I Could Dance
    I’d dance with you

    (Her)

    If I could dance
    I’d dance like Rita Hayworth
    a long slit up my skirt,
    and I’d be such a flirt !
    If I could dance,
    I’d dance away your hurt

    If I could dance
    I’d dance like Ginger Rodgers
    Oh yeah, that would be my deal
    I imagine how I’d feel
    dancing backwards with Fred Astaire
    and in high heels
    If I could dance
    I’d dance away your blues
    If I Could Dance
    I’d dance with you

    (duet)
    If we could dance
    like the Nicholas Brothers did
    across the floor we’d skid
    you’d probably break a rib
     You’re  no Gene Kelly
    Well, you’re no Liza Minelli

    But,
    If we could dance
    we’d dance a waltz by Strauss
    We’d glide around the house
    and we’d be free

    We’d dance the cha cha cha
    I won’t step on your paws
    and we would break the laws
    of gravity
    If I could dance

    would you dance with me?
    Put on your dancing shoes,
    I’ll dance with you

    If I could dance
    I’d dance away your blues
    If I Could Dance
    I’d dance with you!

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