blues for pablo
manhattan transfer, the
you know how much we'll miss you
when you finally leave us
puttin' forth a heathen horde
to blacken human spirit'll
make the devil glad - glad
things like that will make
tryin' t' fight your brother
and madness blinds you pablo
none make our spirit glow
my body's leaving but not me
on the day that we're free
when danger threatens i must flee
yet the children hunger on
the everlasting light of art
as long as i'm away from home
the devil strikes without warning
life is heavy 'neath these
los conquistadores acted nice
i know that you're the music
is to keep the lamp of beauty
burning bright to keep it alive
that's a light s' gotta live