The “Crooked Trail” CD – Music by Robert Otey

Crossing the Divide

All Words and Music written by Robert Otey

 

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Note: “I am a Soldier” and “Sweet Mary Jane” are not on the original CD


Pouring Rain

How long must I wander in this pourin’ rain?
How long will I know this aching pain?
Tell the young lady who brought me this rain,
I’ll climb all her high walls if she’ll let out her train.

Chorus
How long will I know this pain?

Danger all around me or so they say.
Why is this darkness still with me today?
Send me an angel to show me the way,
My baby done left me today.

Chorus
How long will I know this pain

Light when reduced to the speed of sound
is the word made flesh where our love be bound.
Speak the truth to me and spare me some light,
to pierce the edges of the seething night.

Chorus
How long will I know this pain?

Tell the young lady who brought me this rain,
I’ll tear down her high hopes of holding the reins.

Chorus
How long will I know this pain?

 


Crooked Trail

If I find a river
that would bring me home to you
You know I’d cross that river
a thousand times for you.

I wanted her with all my might
and lost my way that lonely night

Chorus
I rode a crooked trail
and missed the river by miles,
rode a crooked trail
missed the river by miles.

If I find that river,
I’m gonna follow it to you.
Down these mountains
on a spotted horse,
whose stride is true.
But, all I do is ride a trail,
over dusty ground and brush and shale.
I wanted her with all my might
and lost my way that lonely night

Chorus
I rode a crooked trail
and missed the river by miles,
rode a crooked trail
missed the river by miles.

If I find that river
I’m gonna follow it to you,
down these mountains and across the plains
I’m gonna follow it to you.

Chorus
I rode a crooked trail
and missed the river by miles,
rode a crooked trail
missed the river by miles.

 


If I Find a River

If I find a river
that would bring me home to you
You know I’d cross that river
a thousand times for you.

I wanted her with all my might
and lost my way that lonely night
I rode a crooked trail
and missed the river by miles,
rode a crooked trail
missed the river by miles.

If I find that river,
I’m gonna follow it to you.
Down these mountains
on a spotted horse,
whose stride is true.
But, all I do is ride a trail,
over dusty ground and brush and shale.
I wanted her with all my might
and lost my way that lonely night
I rode a crooked trail
and missed the river by miles,
rode a crooked trail
missed the river by miles.

If I find that river
I’m gonna follow it to you,
down these mountains and across the plains
I’m gonna follow it to you.

 

 


Carmen de Aragon

Mi alma perdi, se fue amor,
por el agua lanzo su hechizo.
Ella vino, como Cortez
en un viento de Aragon.

Chorus:
Carmen de Aragon
Marcha de la belleza inquieta
detras de la dulzura de su beso
esconde un cierto gran dolor.

Ella conquista, ella destruye
con gracia estudiada.
Ella vino, como Cortez
en un viento de Aragon.

Chorus:
Carmen de Aragon
Marcha de la belleza inquieta,
detras de la dulzura de su beso,
esconde un cierto gran dolor.

Mi alma perdi…
Ella vino…
Mi alma perdi…
Ella vino…

 

 


I am a Soldier

I am a soldier and I do as I’m trained

I take my orders from a man with no brains

I killed some children now I’m going insane

This ain’t the way they said it’d be

When they said “be all that you can be”

“Join the Army”

I am a hero in my hometown

Those folks there don’t know what’s going down

The myth they see on their Tvs

It ain’t the way they say it be

When they say “be all you can be “

“Join the Army”

Si Busco un Rio

Si busco un rio me traeria hacia ti.
Cruzaria este rio mil veces por ti.
Te ame con passion y perdi mi camino.

Chorus
Te ame con passion y perdi mi camino.
Pase un sendero, perdi mi rio.
Pase un sendero, perdi mi rio.

Si busco un rio Yo voy hacia a ti,
abajo las montanas mirando para ti.
Cabalgando senderos en un desierto

Chorus
Te ame con passion y perdi mi camino.
Pase un sendero, perdi mi rio…
Pase un sendero, perdi mi rio…

Te ame con passion y perdi mi camino.

Pase un sendero, perdi mi rio…

Pase un sendero, perdi mi rio…

Pase un sendero, perdi mi rio…

 

 


Señorita en Rosarito

Señorita the way you shake,
your white Spanish dress.
I wanna love ya like don Giovanni.
Spring air is blowin’
through your long brown hair.

Chorus
Your ruby lips and green eyes
light up the dance floor,
in a small town, just across the border.

You should be in Spain,
you’d set fire to Seville.
Those dark haired men
have never seen such passion.
Your shape and gentle style
are jewels of great envy.

Chorus
Ruby lips and green eyes
light up the dance floor,
in a small town, just across the border.

Señorita the way you shake,
your white Spanish dress.
I wanna love ya like don Giovanni.
Spring air is blowin’
through your long brown hair.

Chorus
Ruby lips and green eyes
light up the dance floor,
in a small town, just across the border.

 

 


Spanish Butterfly

 

 

 


The 7th Bowl

The story of Spain
and the lands that she claimed
are still heard in her castanets clacking.
And, though her hands meet
the clatter they create
is the sound of two hands not clapping.

When the Seventh Bowl is all run dry
the angels weep in a barren sky.

Britain is Queen, she feels she is keen,
but the corpses lie scattered and bleeding.
And, though her minds meet the noise they create
is the sound of young lambs bleating.

To France is to prance, take all from askance,
let others finish what’s started.
And, though her guns fired, all that transpired
was the greif left by the departed.

When the Seventh Bowl is all run dry
the angels weep in a barren sky.

Portugal’s small, but her misery’s caused all,
pain at the hands of her conquests.
And, though her wine’s cheap, she’ll get little sleep
as her soul stirs like a tempest.
Germany’s grand, he raises his hand
and salutes the youth of tomorrow.
Heil Hitlers roar through the streets once more,
to the dismay of everyone’s sorrow.

When the Seventh Bowl is all run dry
the angels weep in a barren sky.

The Church is a whore, the truths there adored
are old myths remade for the taking.
Collection plates clink and the tones they create
is the sound of big change raking.

When the Seventh Bowl is all run dry
the angels weep in a barren sky.

When the Seventh Bowl is all run dry
the angels weep in a barren sky.

Sea of Blue

Lonely news, I can’t keep track of you.
No matter what I try, you keep running from me.
My hope was you, but now I’m stranded
on a Sea of Blue.

I lay her for endless hours
and all I could see was your smile and your eyes.
Scented hair flowed from your shoulders
into a Sea of Blue

I never said I’d Love you
come mornin’, come mornin’
I never said I’d be here,
for you, tomorrow.

The time has come and all I feel
is the tension of love when I see this girl
and if she hides behind her fears
she’ll never know, this love, I feel.

Won’t you come home with me?
I can’t live without you love.
Can’t you see what you mean?
My heart cries for you.
Now I’m stranded
on a Sea of Blue.

The time has come and all I feel
is the tension of love when I see this girl
and if she hides behind her fears
she’ll never know, this love, I feel.

The Touch of Spring

She bends like a willow.
In my arms she bends like a willow.
She dances and sings, sweet songs of love,
under the light, beside the trees.
The grasses caress, two swaying bodies
as the Hosts of Heaven look on with envy

Oh, the touch of spring. Yeah, the touch of spring.

The Sea…….
She holds her secrets.
In the Sea, I see sea shells with secrets.
I dive so deep, fly in my sleep,
wake beneath orchids on mountains steep.
I soar to the stars, leap over cliffs,
on my way home, this endless trip.

Oh, the touch of spring. Yeah, the touch of spring.

Sonando en Aztlan

Many a Track

In my youth I ran down many a track.
Some I’ve been down, I ain’t never comin’ back.
When I assay the way I’ve been,
I see a lot of what most call sin.

I defied what I’d been told,
it all seemed deranged like the buffalo.
I stopped in at every single depot
to see the girls and how far they’d go,
Uh-huh…………….

I was looking for that precious angel,
clear in heart, bright in mind, willing and able.
Now that dreams just so far behind
way down those empty tracks of time.
Uh-Huh……………

The time I thought I finally met my angel,
the girl turned out to be just really baneful.
I the love I’d send her way,
was clear-cut like a forest on a logger’s day.

The crystal sands had come her way
and she’d grown old and tired
long before her day.
Through a dark tunnel into a shallow grave
God’s Holy Temple, she betrays.

Bridge

In my youth I ran down many a track.
Some I’ve been down, I wished I’d come back.
The “Sirens Song” still rings through my ears,
like a lonesome whistle blowin’ through all these years
Uh-Huh……………

A Troubadour’s Love

In these days a Troubadour’s Love is hard to find.
They want too much, they just can’t wait.
They give it all, this is my fate.
I walk the world in loneliness,
to win the strength of the Troubadour.
I’ll stand the searing sands of time
and wait and wait and wait.

In these days
a Troubadour’s Love
is hard to find.

In these days a Troubadour’s Love is hard to find.
All I want, all I need,
is a woman I’ll never have,
never caress, never taste,
the sultriness of her embrace.

In these days
a Troubadour’s Love
is hard to find.

Once I had the kind of love
like the one I’m singing of.
She got too close, I felt her pain
and I swear I’ll never be the same.

In these days
a Troubadour’s Love
is hard to find.

 

 


                                                                                                        Sweet Mary Jane

I loved a girl named Mary Jane

Sweet looking woman but she’s not so sane

She cast a drift out on a jealous Sea

Now she ‘s gone so far from me

My Mary Jane

I loved another girl named Mary Jane

Sweet sugar in the fall time

on a North Coast Range

When I close my eyes I see hers

And the memory of our love endures

Musicians:

Kai Eckhardt Bass

Celso Alberti Drums

Steve Kindler Violin

Sterling Crew Fairlight III

Robert Otey Acoustic and Electric Guitars and Vocals

Bill Spooner Guitar and Vocals on “Sweet Mary Jane”

Michael Petersen Piano

Marquino Brazil Percussion

Tammy and Sue Vocals “If I Find a River and Crooked Trail”

Audrey Weichman vocals “Sonando en Aztlan”