Tacos in Venus

by Cherokee Starlight

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This Wicked Spell Words & Music by Stavros You make my knees feel weak Even when I feel strong Every beat of my heart Is a bell that calls your name But ever since you've been gone I've got to keep moving on Move on Move on From this wicked spell This wicked spell This wicked spell This wicked spell This wicked spell This wicked spell This wicked spell This wicked spell This wicked
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The Truth Of It Music & Lyrics by Stavros This world will tell you You aren't pretty, you're too brown To get out, shut up, or quietly go down That believing this thing over that one is not real They'll claim to have your number And tell you what you feel Don't listen to them, Child Don't head to their calls These voices that whisper sweetly Have poisonous claws They'll dig into your wisdom And uproot your soul They'll carve you up for breakfast And leave you living as the fool No tender mercies No forgiveness for them They've dug their own graves Just keep walking on And build your own world Free from hate That you've been shown Just create your own world Free from lies That you've been fed Ah, create your own world Free your heart
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Keep It Real 05:16
Keep It Real Music & Lyrics by Stavros Keep it Real I ain't gotta steal Do it on my own, on my own Ground down, but I have found I'll get back up to run my town with soul, soul; it's what I know The guiding light that wont let go When other's crash, lie, and burn Spirit's star keeps me true That's why I know and keep it real I don't have to listen to you Your course is trash; it won't last Detached from soul, you gotta go Just go! Go! It's all I know It's what I show If it ain't real Then you have to go! I've been poor, there ain't no shame Goin' hungry, I proclaim Strengthens your glide Strengthens your heart Push it aside and hone your art The will to shape it, the drive to start All over again from the heart A Guiding Heart A Guiding Heart A Guiding Heart A Guiding Heart Keep it real Do what you feel Respect the Source Respect the Source Keep it real Do what you feel Respect the Source Re-Enforce Keep it Real ://
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It's All We Have Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168) Reading T.S. Elliot after two books of Bukowski is like getting hit in the dick by a midget flutist Short and Absurd with Whimsical moments that pierce the ears like a Bee sting The rhyming is pretentious The meter is mundane The themes are epic, but... they all feel the same There is one hundred or more years disconnect happening in these air-conditioned rooms, fueled by MTV, reality celebrities, drug mules, pop music, regulated vaccines, orange presidents, women's suffrage to women's rights, school shootings, a prolonged sugar rush, the double Bush tower drop, infinite war, and black boys in hoodies being gunned down by police. Dr. King's essence was surfing the cosmos as all those innocent cries from African-skinned mouths, gagged & bound, suffered the Deep South's Southern Hospitality Haning's goin' on down there, when T.S. Elliot wrote his white words in black ink on yellowish paper. Bukowski was just a cum stain away from a life of hard drinking and coherent ramblings making all the hard of war easy to swallow with a gutter's view of mankind that was way too palatable. No one could've foreseen The Beatles or Elvis from T.S.'s pen They didn't feel the pimp hand of industry slap Little Richard & Chuck Berry; Didn't feel the English rape of American Blues music from the Stones, Jimmy Page, Jeff Beck, Pete Townsend, and Eric Clapton. God! Punk was inconceivable. But T.S. Elliot should've known. He dreamed of touching Space before Neil Armstrong landed on the moon. Wasn't he that said all his poems either need be whispered or shouted? No in between, No Quarter. Balls out, yelling at the world! Just how Lieutenant Lawrence twisted his mouth in unkempt ecstasy riding his camel in another Hejaz raid. That's Punk. That's a Bukowski poem. That's military spending from a paranoid mind Cambodian bodies bleeding out in rice paddies, Syrian children sleeping between their parent's graves. Ho Chi Min, motherfucker! Ho Chi Min, the #4 with a side of Egg Rolls & Mushu Pork - except on Monday In Philadelphia, standing on the street corner of that city block, you know... that one, whole city block where Police blew a hole in the sky to MOVE; rid the United States of the shadow of the Black Panther's menacing paw print. Meow. Meow, motherfucker! Meow. But still... With all these heavy words and big ideas and heartfelt truths stuffed between the bindings of books in reprint it didn't stop the soldiers from putting two bullets into the ass of Fredrico Garcia Lorca, or stop Idi Amin, Ethnic Cleansing, The Cold War, or living out fantasies on Epstein's pedophile island; there was a finger on the trigger that sent Little Boy to Hiroshima. No one listens to wisdom these days with the intent to prevent a future that's shaped by a continuing present of willful ignorance. T.S. saw that too. And he did what Bukowski did. What all poets do in the face of unflinching arrogance... They wrote about it. It may not seem like much, but... It's all we have.
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BUTTERFLY SOUL Music & Lyrics by Stavros All life you take All life your break All life you take Breaking apart At the seams, like a queen, of your impossible dream Living in the past to the point of obscene Ruling over love with a cruel intent To keep your heart walled in your chest with regret Boxing all your fears like an army of hate To stand at your soul like a locked gate As you give away, give away, pieces of your heart Through the hole in your flesh that you're tearing apart Such crazy lust, lies, and loads from dirty boys Like a hunchback toad You take anything real and use it like a tool Take a man that is true and treat him like a fool All life you take All life your break apart Churning out pieces of a soul Cascade in paint and worn out gold You say you wanna work, but that is just a lie When the real effort comes you turn tale and hide Ambitions linger - fueling remorse Secret-coded logic that you're blind to, of course Stealing any moment to make it your own Never give back to Spirit, never share the bone Like a dog in a huddle, you're pissing on the ground Marking your territory, barking at sounds Need a good scratch, some liquor, and a smoke To ease the uneasy, it's all a bitter joke When the psyche's unhinged you could really let out Free your soul from the cage; leave that key of doubt And flitter away like a butterfly soul But you return to the cage 'cause it's all you know. You will out And fly free All life you take All life your break apart A thousand pieces of your soul A thousand pieces that you don't know What's the name of your immovable host? Give him all your love and leave yourself like a ghost Feasting on memories like acid tears Not truly living, you're wasting years To the boys that you hurl and hold against your hip Leer into their eye and break upon your lip You weaken your spirit, you cheapen your bones Locked in a flesh castle, alone in your home You should tear away the shutters and let in some light You should love yourself better, because you just might See the beauty and glory of your butterfly soul And step out from the cage a renewed pearl to hold You will out And fly free All life you take All life your break apart No need to run No need to run away Today's the day to make it your own Set aside the pride and climb down from your throne So give yourself a hug 'cause you're worthy of love A precious child of God with wisdom from above Don't need the tears; don't need regret You have everything you need if you'd just let Better to soothe your creative goal And set free to the sky your butterfly soul You will out And fly free So free
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HEART AS A SWORD Music & Lyrics by Stavros Never Again, I say Never Again, This Way Not even a single inch I wont be damaged by you I wont be held back by you This is my last chance Here's where I draw My Heart as a Sword Against all your meddling To make me something I'm not Here's where the violence ends Here's where I begin again Gonna step out like a star Here's to the years I've lost They're gone and dust I'm old, but far from dead Here's where I draw My Heart as a Sword Against all your meddling Against all the shameful acts We could've been better than this Can't even honor one kiss Or the lives we gave to the world, The lives we gave to the world Standing Against Love Standing Against Love Never Again, I say Never Again, This Way Not even a single inch Not even a single inch Not even a single inch Not even a single inch Here's where I draw My Heart as a Sword Against all your meddling To make me something I'm not
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Krys's Secret Stash Music by Stavros Lyrics by Stavros & Cyrus Moses Legalize It! When you see the machinations, political plots, and motivations to divide our labors, like a living abortion. You can't unsee the rules and fabricated laws to push their plastic life on us all. From rope to pills and appliances that thrill, industry has boomed against Spirit's will. Medical & Security; The machine has swelled with wealth and greed. Criminalize! Criminalize! Right before our very eyes. Those that harvest and have smoked, the devil's weed ain't no joke. The people's voice has never been silent. Getting louder to rival the tyrants. A foothold in the medicinal business. The seed is planted! Hit it & Pass This! Yeah. Legalize It! You know it's right; Those that are in jail still fight Legalize It! Push Back :// Push it back now. Push it, push it back Keep it Pushin' Push it way, way back. Keep it Pushin' Push it back, yeah. Push it back, yeah. Push it back Keep it Pushin' Push it back now. Push it back, yeah. Keep it Pushin' Push it, push it back. The fundamental plan of God to Man: Do the right thing when you can. Legalize It! You know it's right; Those that are in jail still fight Can't make up our minds - Divide. Divide. Can't make up our minds - Divide. But we're all One here - United. We're all One - United. Herbally enhanced words that really dance; The hyperbole superbly. Divine alchemy, most definitely. We like our medicine clean, most precious of green. Vibrantly dissolving disease. Full spectrum please, don't forget our THC please! At this point what can really scare us? We survived the Prohibition Era! It's ridiculous, the only side effects is the vibe is fresh. We faithfully follow recipes to bless the trees, These alien entities, communicating via neural synoptic activity. Downloading Terra-biscuits of ancient memories. Waiting patiently for the nugs to dry. Black market, grey zone, or the Rainbow Enterprise. Eyes on the process, this is no nonsense, we harvest this goddess; send ripples through every human's consciousness. Legalize It! You know it's right; Those that are in jail still fight
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Bullshit MF 04:06
Bullshit MF Poem by Stavros (Aka: Poet168) Bullshit Motherfucker Bullshit Motherfucker Bullshit Motherfucker Bullshit! Bullshit! Everything I say Every little thing I do Ground in constant distraction A death of conformity The enormity of... Genocide, Segregation, Fascism, War, Television Online Sales, My Web Presence, Facebook Jail, and Christmas Presents Political Rants - They all sound the same Preachin' to the choir to make myself feel sane Legal Weed, Scotch, or Beer Weekend Movies, Sex, and Pollution I Fear Global Warming; gonna kill us all Polar Caps are melting, but our economy grows strong! Free Healthcare and Equal Rights Us Against Us in an Olympic Prize Fight Funded by the Wealthy to keep themselves rich Keeping us busy, so we don't notice the ditch We keep digging ourselves in to with a culture-shaped Spade to cover the truth and Put Us in an early grave We Ain't Got Nothing!!! No! Nothing Got Us Clinging to the welfare of a System of Trust Trust - To do me right Trust - To do me wrong Trust - To make it to work in the mornings Trust - When I come home Trust - All the insurance Trust - The Gold Standard Trust - My bank account Trust - The grocery store and the doctors I discount Trust - In Earthly Jesus Trust - The President And Trust that when I die I trust I ain't never coming back Is my spiritual credit card paid up? Is there Hope? Is there enough time? Send your Thoughts and Prayers. The Power of Positive Thinking We can do it... We can do it. Peace in our times. It's within our grasp. No Nukes are good Nukes, right? No Nukes are good Nukes, right? Send in your Thoughts and Prayers Send them in. Peace is in our time... Peace in our Time. Peace in our Time.
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So Pretty It Hurts Music & Lyrics by Stavros Shock drop; heart stop Face so pretty it hurts. What God do makin' you Broke the mold, you know its true But holy Hell, what a shell Your body slams like a bell You could be beautiful; a perfect 10! If it weren't for the emotionally grim Attitude; a spoiling ruse 'Cause, oh my God! You're fucking rude This chance encounter is certain doom If you were on fire I wouldn't piss on you! Nose stuck high into the ass of the sky All that pretty gets wiped away When you open your mouth And let the shit spill out With all the things mean girls say You're ugly, you're ugly, you're ugly, but... Strong curves, supremely cut Tits to the sky, but your attitude sucks If heaven sent then it's a trap No one should touch you, let's leave it at that But your sugar's sweet, a natural fact To hide the sting that you're just crap A real hum-dinger, a cosmic mindfuck A trunk for lovin', but you're shit outta luck If you think she wants you it'd be easier to die Than step into her honey-laced lies. Nose stuck into the ass of the sky All that pretty gets wiped away When you open your mouth And let the shit spill out With all the things, all the things, With all the things ignorant girls say I see you walkin' down the street The way you move, you got the curves You bring the heat. But even your smile is a warning fued of your deep ingrained Crapitude! God-Damn, you're so rude Built to confuse; weed out the tools wreck the fools, ah, wreck the fools Yeah, wreck 'em with a body like that With a body like that! Shock drop; heart stop Face so pretty it hurt. What God do makin' you Broke the mold, you know its true If heaven sent then it's a trap No one should touch you, let's leave it at that 'Cause, oh my God! You're fucking rude This chance encounter is certain doom If you were on fire I wouldn't piss on you. No, if you were on fire I wouldn't piss on you! Nose stuck into the ass of the sky All that pretty gets wiped away When you open your mouth And let the shit spill out With all the things, all the things, Yes, all the things, with all the things mean girls say. You're pretty, you're pretty, you're pretty... You're pretty, you're pretty, you're pretty... You're pretty, you're pretty, you're pretty... Ugly!
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The Shame 07:29
The Shame Music & Lyrics by Stavros You say you wanna take me home tonight You say you wanna love me all night long Your eyes sound just like a telephone Making calls so you are not alone The shame of wanting to love The shame of needing hope The shame of holding onto life The shame of lust feels good The weight of the stars on your tender spine Feels like a fast moving freight train So real when you're lying flat on your back Skin deep in the emptiness you crave to fill The shame of wanting to love The shame of needing hope The shame of holding onto life The shame of lust feels good
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When The World Breaks Music & Lyrics by Stavros I Love It When the World Breaks When the World Breaks Because, I get to see you smile I get to see you smile I love it when the world breaks I love it when the world breaks I love it when the world breaks ...When the World, when the world Breaks
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An Intimate Curse Music & Lyrics by Stavros Babe, you're gone, but here's a song I wrote for you And you don't care, anymore Remembering how we used to laugh and wanted more Couldn't wait to speak with you About everything and everyone And nothing much in particular Now, I wait by the phone but there's no text from you And the silence is deafening Woe oh, memories of you move through me like a ghost Woe oh, haunting with hurt such an intimate curse Woe oh, I wouldn't change a thing because I got to know you Woe oh, I may not want the pain but I will always love you Thinking of the shape of you lying next to me But now you're gone, with some one else I realize just how unspecial I made you feel despite Everything I ever did And maybe that I can't change the world or, how you see yourself in tact Within the cage of your mind But I still love you through all the hurtful things you've said When you over-react Woe oh, memories of you move through me like a ghost Woe oh, haunting with hurt such an intimate curse Woe oh, I wouldn't change a thing because I got to know you Woe oh, I may not want the pain but I will always love you Babe, you're gone, but here's a song I wrote for you 'Cause even now your touch fades Thinking of how you looked at me carves me up with sympathy Hollowed out like a dying tree Does love rot when unfelt or, does it linger on To your last breath Holding our for just one chance to say good night And kiss your lips one last time Woe oh, memories of you move through me like a ghost Woe oh, haunting with hurt such an intimate curse Woe oh, I wouldn't change a thing because I got to know you Woe oh, I may not want the pain but I will always love you
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A Brief Interlude of Percussion Music & Lyrics by Stavros And now...A Brief Interlude of Percussion Notice the distinct wood-like quality of the rawhide Stretched over the ancient hand-carved tube of the drum Mmhmm... Lovely It harkens back to a simpler time Without our modern trappings of technology One could almost feel the primal urges bubbling up from its rhythms To release the animal within and dance Yes... Primal Urges To hunt and kill for food To vanquish your foes and feel the lamentations of the women Hhmm... Just lovely
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And So You Know Music & Lyrics by Stavros Two hearts entwined yet so alone Trying to unshed and make a home But the daily grind takes its toll Isolating each heart on its own Reaching out to touch another soul And so you know And so you know I see you; I hear you Feel you. Breathe you. Love you Feel you. Breathe you. Love you Feel you. Breathe you. Love... Stuck between the cages of our minds Drinking up each moment like fine wine To tell us stories and thrust between the sheets Unlock the cages to finally meet And so you know And so you know I see you; I hear you Feel you. Breathe you. Love you Feel you. Breathe you. Love you Feel you. Breathe you. Love... When I say that, you cry Two hearts entwined yet so alone Trying to unshed and make a home Drinking up each moment like fine wine Distilled from hearts breaking like a crime Reaching out... Reaching out... Reaching out beyond control And so you know And so you know I see you; I hear you Feel you. Breathe you. Love you Feel you. Breathe you. Love you Feel you. Breathe you. Love...
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URA Dick! 03:38
URA Dick! Music & Lyrics by Stavros Ura Dick! (A Solid Shout) Ura Dick! (Shouted Stressed) Ura Dick! (Plain & Casual) Ura... (Falling) Ur/ah Dick! (Pointed. Sudden Realization) Dis-Ah-Point-Ment (Said with Jazz Hands) Ura Dick! (Laughing) Ura Dick! (Ivy League) Ura~ (Folksy) Ura Dick! (Blunt & Fast) Ura Dick! (Shouted from Faraway) Urah! Dick! (Operatic) Ura Dick. (Whispered)
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Indian Casino Music & Lyric by Stavros An Indian Casino is Psychological warfare
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Ninja & Shit 00:08
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Acapulco Gold Music & Lyrics by Stavros Refried beans, chili, & cheese Eggs & tortilla; bacon, if you please Rolled like a rocket ship Set sail to outer space The best breakfast burrito That you'll stuff in your face New Mexican authentic Hatch all the way Fire-roasted goodness To the get the jump on your day Acapulco.... Only a few minutes to spin on the grill A phat 'lil blunt To get your fill You'll taste the difference Once you put it in your hands Unwrap the foil & begin The flavor pops, rich, & bold Like a Caribbean sunset of Acapulco gold Acapulco.... Acapulco Gold Acapulco.... Acapulco Gold Acapulco.... Acapulco Gold Acapulco.... Acapulco Gold
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Pour Me A Drink Music & Lyrics by Stavros Please wont somebody Pour me a drink. I could use a drink. Ain't got time to think! I could use a drink. Ain't got time to think! I could use a drink. Ain't got time to think! 3 shots and you might get lucky!

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Love. Loss. Lust. The pains of the heart that squeezes one's Spirit between the hard and soft shells of delicious tacos. This sophomore album explores the ache of desire.

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released March 7, 2021

All Songs Written and Performed by Stavros
Krys's Secret Stash Lyrics Co-Written with Cyrus Moses

Stavros - Guitar, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Loops, & Vox

ADDITIONAL MUSICAL SUPPORT:
Lisa "Classical Heathen" Donald - Cello
Mary Stockton-Johnson - Backing Vocals
Rachel Ross - Backing Vocals
Judi Romero - Backing Vocals
Samantha Klotz - Backing Vocals
Amy Sedillo - Backing Vocals
Elena Gonzales - Backing Vocals
Story Cockrell - Backing Vocals
Xavier Cowell - Backing Vocals
Cyrus Moses - Vox
Charlie "Chaz" Sutter - Percussion
Zac Ramsey - Hammond Organ
Peter Erb - French Horn

Samples from: Sioux Ghost Dance: 1894; Edison Studios. Relaxing Music Spirit of American Indians: 2018; Sonic Yogi.
Mastered at Rio Grande Studios.
Copyright2021 Stavros
Majestic Pigeon Records

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Cherokee Starlight Albuquerque, New Mexico

Music is! It's the language of my heart, my mind, and Spirit. It is the language of our Earth, the stars; it is life. Every vibration that moves within us, around us, and through us, can be heard, felt, and played. I play with the sounds of Folk, Rock, Punk, Funk, Hip Hop, Spoken Word, and Jazz to explore the journey of this odd flesh suitcase traveling down this organic ghetto. ... more

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