Heart & Soul Live

Most recently, I have attempted to review my previous footsteps as an independent artist in a third world country. Two decades had passed by and some  longstanding and neverending problems seemed to make my life goes round and round in circles. A long time running. And time never turn backwards.
A couple of years ago i’d been living under management problems and personal conflicts. It was not an easy moment but i’d say that the sequence of inevitable headaches strenghtened me for sure. If you can overcome the situations, learning something good from the experiences you’ve been through, you can call yourself a lucky man. Most of the people don’t really know themselves and it is the beginning of a huge problem. Set myself free became my motivation. I wanted my satisfaction back and i decided that there was no time to lose. I was falling down, becoming disinterested with my own future. Negative people around me involved me in a vicious relationship which turned out to be more dangerous than i would forsee. A red light was switched on me. So i decided to save my mind and get my soul back. One way ticket for salvation.
As i decided to change my life i moved me on up. I plugged my guitar on an old amplifier after months of inactivity and the demons that were haunting me were flushed away by the toilet. I returned to basics, extracting from within the motivation i was losing. Almightly GOD inspired me in the name of ROCK whispering seven words inside my ears: M-U-S-T-A-N-G.
I was mesmerized by visions of freedom. GOD never sets you up. I turned around my head and looked at all the asleep vynils which were calling but i was deaf as a post. The records caught me in its own luminescence, brighter than the sun outside my windom. My blindness was healed. The vinyls were hunger for love, waiting anxiously to be heard and touched: MC5, the Who, the Beatles, The Small Faces, Thin Lizzy, the Sweet, the Runaways, the Stooges, New York Dolls and old brazilian music masters as The Mutantes, Secos e Molhados, Tim Maia, Novos Baianos, Chico Buarque, Caetano Veloso, Gilberto Gil returned to life using my fingers and my throat. Writing songs inspired by the good old rock masters is not a backwards and useless experience but it’s one of the possible ways to clear all mess up. I choose freely. Please yourself with our musical testimony as a brother in arms dressed to kill and ready to enjoy the good things in life with no negativity and loaded with positive vibrations! Come and get it. Let our music be your guide for the good and sad moments.

God bless you all

Yours in peace

Carlos Lopes

Below the complete lyrics of our first album Rock and Roll Junkfood:

1) Time (Has Just Passed By)

Wandering lost over pale pictures
Forgotten albums lost in the closet
Feel the dust of time over my fingers
The air is contamined
A disease spreads around with no solution

I don’t need to rush
I don’t need surprises
Moving backwards as the very first time
Reminding what’s gone is a fairly way out

Sand-glass is broken into pieces
Letting the time go
There is no more sand to speculate about time
Sorrows for the lost moments
Never lived
Never fear
There is no pain in hiding your mind back

2) Xena & Gabrielle

I don’t want to be a hostage of your precious gifts
I want to take you with me
Inside a heart-shaped little box
Yes, I’m eager for life
And you are so nice
I can hardly express my thoughts

I tried to get away
Maybe i’ve gone astray
But i could not
Must be a way

Xena & Gabrielle

When you’re around
You make me feel so special
But i can’t wait for the breaking-up call
I hope you last forever
It’s too crowded between us:
Argo, Joxer, Eve, Autolycus, Centaurs,
Virgil, Aphrodite

3) Blood Barbecue Rock’n'Roll

Nobody cares for the killing
Come up and see for yourself
Sliced splinter in the eye
Pullet out at my face

Bloody Bloody rock’n'roll
Bloody barbecue rock’n'roll

I began to shivering inside
Supposing those human cannibals
Could eat my own flesh
Giblets beneath your teeth
Driping bloodshed

Satisfying the thirst for grease
Swallowing their nauseated pride
Apologies doesn’t kill nobody
Please, clean up the underneath
Blood over you

Loaf of bread which art in heaven
Hallowed by thy name
Earn us our daily bread
Stop enjoying nauseating flesh

4) The Ides Of March

Your awareness is not
Expecting your changing mood on the corner
Wishing you the best
Waiting for you to enjoy your life

You followed a previous destiny
It’s been for years but never came
Your faith pushed you too hard
You learned how tough it should be
It couldn’t be nice
It’s been hurting very deep inside
You felt yourself alone and down
Trusting nobody
Choose to surrender without fighting

The ides of march will remind you forever
The time you decided to walk with no lean on
So addicted to the crutch made by the bloody Lady death
They stole what you left to be stolen
You’d rather be surronded by vipers and dogs
Reflect about how many words of faith you scorned

5) Social Security

I’m waiting by the door
I was pushed too far
Got Social Security
Know it won’t work all right
The doctor is not having his money
What’s the deal?
I can only wait
And try not to die on my way
Comes and goes in stupid few minutes

Second class cityzen i mean
I’m saying no nominal english pronoun
This is my pain
I! I! I!

Menghele’s by the door
But Caligari owns it more
The door sign shows
Other two strange names
Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde
Who’s to blame?
At least i was the first
To join the death chamber

6) Opinions (Everybody’s Got Some)

I don’t need nobody to tell exctly what to do
I live peacefully taking care of my own business

I am grateful for all the things i got for free
I’ll get all the understanding i need
No complaning or barren detours
Enjoying all the things in life i got it for more

I don’t kick against the pricks
Meaning nobody’s harm
You’ve got the point
I do my best
Even somebody’s dog has a point of view

Watch out for somebody’s opinions
They want to have the whip hand on you
Beneath their cool advices
There is a sick lack of self-esteem
Don’t let them trick into your mind

7) Disneyland

That’s all false folks
In this land of milk and honey
We pretend to learn
They pretend to teach

Change the name
Substitute it for disneyland
Runaway’s taking all over the place
Coming down to form a new kind of race

I am not the three chords’ messiah
They burned the house down
Looted the country and flew to Florida

Tear down the walls
Keep on fighting
Dig for answers

8) Principles

1968 vanished in a haze
Corporations promoted coup d’etats to set the pace
Some people had fight for a cause
But tell me who really cares?
Will third world still bleeding
Two thousand years from now on?

Who’s to blame?
Who’s to put a spell?
Deaf, dumb and blind as Tommy was

Bullshit bullshit principles
Stop lying
Bullshit bullshit principles
Never happened out philosophy lines

Middle class washed the hands as Pilatos did
Forgetting the agonizing world outside
Gathered guns to defend yourselves
From your own rudeness
Sneakly and slowly cocaine is bowing your child to knees

Who told never trust nobody over 30 years old?

9) Supermacho

Supermacho
He burps and beats his wife (’til she bleeds) to the ground
Supermacho
Sissy stays at home
Nobody cares where he goes (and sleeps) around

This is the perfect way
To make a good family
Based on material possessions
Everyone locked themselves
Stuck in front of the mesmerizing TV set

Try anything you want
But he’s the king inside his boundaries
Hard regrets
Harmfull effects
They salivate on the food
Hypocrisy
Gifts and moods
Sex with no love
Garbage-can inside her legs
Wife, Slave and mistress
That scenario can’t be tolerated

She has to stop this now
You must do something
Woman, you must take care of yourself

10) Black Maria

Redhead beehive
Black soft skin
Hedonistic Goddess
With Mick Jagger’lips
I miss you so much
Baby, whare are you?
You’re perfect like a golden sun

My Black Maria
I just want to see you
My ebony queen

Colorful chunky rings
Costume jewelry
Large hoop earrings
Go-go boots and platform shoes
Pure obsession with the luck
Colored tights and bubble-cuts
Huge false eyelashes
Snazzy suits and skinny ties

11) Divine Spirit

I’m divine and wonderful
I never give up
Never quit
Taste the blood we are made of
Put in your mind our heritage

I read all directions
All of them
From philosophy to comic books
Out of money
Out of sight
Our culture is still alive

Revolution in the head
I tried all the resistance i could
Consideration has been away for too long
Choking us down

The beat of the drums can be heard
Haunting their peer safety
Corroding trembling gates
Announced prophecy

The world lost its way
Beautiful certainty
The sacred hand of history
Takes its curse

I am the black son
Indian, yellow, blue, white, anyone
Scum of the earth by God’s delight
There’s no reason why

Our spirit is free
Descendents from the God’s apple tree
Divine spirit

12) Razor Blade

I always knew it was there
Like a growing silent screaming
Under the laws of a brutal society
We are going to the end

Never see, never touch, never heard, never weep
Never pray, never fall under the enemy
Never say never

Feel the razor blade into your flesh
You are locked up inside your face
They are beating up people on the streets with rage

Air pollution around me
Harmfull clouds of vicious talents
You’d never grabbed it but it’s still there
Opened it up the sky and let it bleed

13) We Did It Right (No Turning Back)

I never regret
We did our best
There’s no other way
Never telling a lie
Struggling hard and moving fast
Our souls are united and clean
We can fall asleep in peace
Is there such a disease?

Judgementing us by default
Exposing your childish thoughts
Oh Gosh!
How i love the word “child”
It’s fitting you too well my pal
That’s the way world is
The press love the gabbler
Those who arise as fast as others fall
The good ones are treated like fools