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\n

“Curandera” Lyrics<\/h3>\n

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\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n Mezcal<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Mezcal<\/p>\n

Four days into Baja
\nLooking for a sign
\nAn empty beach on a rugged coast
\nTrolling with a broken line<\/p>\n

California dreaming
\nRunning short on time
\nRodriguez is missing
\nHe\u2019s gotta realize
\nWe leave no one behind<\/p>\n

It\u2019s been too long to not get it right
\nNo need to \u201cfind\u201d yourself
\nTrust the north star deep in your heart
\nleave your compass up on the shelf<\/p>\n

Hector came to see me
\nHe can guide through the darkest night
\nRodriguez is missing,
\nI hope he\u2019ll realize
\nWe leave no one behind<\/p>\n

Make your way up from Oaxaca
\nJump across that Gulf
\nMescal gonna make you trip real easy
\nIt\u2019s the landing that might get rough<\/p>\n

Sinaloa said nothing
\nMescalero is sublime
\nRodriguez still missing
\nHe\u2019ll see the vision
\nWe leave no one behind<\/p>\n

T. Zamora
\n\u00a9 2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n Dixie Overland Highway<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Dixie Overland Highway<\/p>\n

It\u2019d be easier to find the Dixie Overland Highway then convince me we were wrong
\nIn 1931 a Deusenberg could outrun any dream that may go wrong<\/p>\n

But Savannah is sticky and the tea is so sweet and it all reminds me of you.
\nand you always did dress just like Bonnie Parker but your outlaw never came through<\/p>\n

On that Dixie Overland Highway
\nWe can drive any time of year
\nPack up the car we can be there by Friday
\nbut we lost our way West of Dallas
\nI\u2019ve been searching since it disappeared<\/p>\n

Not exactly a love song I\u2019d sing everyday
\nbut I was bound to see it through
\nA happy ending feels so damn cliche
\nwhen heartbreak is all we knew<\/p>\n

But If you could only see the beaches of Baja
\nfeel the sunsets\u2019 breezy cool
\nBut there\u2019s no place like home
\nand the South is so worn
\nno place for a lovesick fool<\/p>\n

On that Dixie Overland Highway
\nWe can drive any time of year
\nPack up the car we can be there by Friday
\nbut we lost our way West of Dallas
\nBeen searching since it disappeared<\/p>\n

The beach is so quiet in Old Mexico
\nJust a few kids running home from school
\nand I gather my thoughts but they still fall about
\nwhen I gather them up around you<\/p>\n

I can hear your laugh in the breaking waves
\nthere\u2019s a sound to being alone
\nAnd there\u2019s a price to be paid
\nif you don\u2019t find your way
\nmemories are all you own<\/p>\n

On that Dixie Overland Highway
\nWe can drive any time of year
\nPack up the car we can be there by Friday
\nbut we lost our way West of Dallas
\nBeen searching since it disappeared<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora
\n\u00a9 2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n Junk Drawer<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Junk Drawer<\/p>\n

I noticed all the junk in our drawer,
\nI didn\u2019t know what half of it was for.
\nI suppose it makes some kind of sense but a broken hinge from the back porch door?<\/p>\n

Staring out the window over the kitchen sink, you\u2019re trying to see what lies ahead.
\nIf you cleaned it out you think we\u2019d be better off but life\u2019s messy and that\u2019s what junk drawers are fed<\/p>\n

Come on little punk rock girl
\nWe can go get right tonight
\nWe can raise some Cain like we used to do when you were always looking for a fight.<\/p>\n

There ain\u2019t no way we kept it straight or clean
\nbut I wouldn\u2019t change a thing
\nMaybe we left a little mess behind<\/p>\n

But you can\u2019t fix what ain\u2019t broke
\nAnd that is
\nyeah that is all I mean<\/p>\n

I remember you back in 82\u2019 on Larchmont Blvd.
\nScaring the shit out of the tourist trade cause\u2019 you were looking so damn hard.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said, \u201cYou\u2019re a dashing, slashing
\nhunk of a man but I bet I can whoop
\nyour ass. Is that an ugly tattoo or just a scar?
\nIt doesn\u2019t matter, it\u2019s from your past\u201d.<\/p>\n

It was your town, little punk rock girl
\nWe can crank it up again.
\nfind a bag to get into, get exiled from the city of sin<\/p>\n

There ain\u2019t no way it\u2019s been nice or easy
\nbut I wouldn\u2019t change a thing
\nMaybe we left some dust behind<\/p>\n

but you can\u2019t fix what ain\u2019t broke
\nAnd that is
\nyeah that is all I mean<\/p>\n

How many times did we see Donnelly coming at us from the wrong side. With a pocket full of nothing but trouble, dragging along his current bride<\/p>\n

It was she and he that gave you wings made you nod on the wrong side of town. Couldn\u2019t fly any higher couldn\u2019t look more tired didn\u2019t care, didn\u2019t care what went down<\/p>\n

Well we finally slowed
\nlittle punk rock girl
\ntime has a way of seeing to that
\nYou can still try to kiss the sky
\nnever know if it\u2019s your last at bat<\/p>\n

There ain\u2019t no way it ain\u2019t been funky and fiend
\nmaybe I would change a few things.
\nAnd yeah we left some tracks behind<\/p>\n

but you can\u2019t fix what ain\u2019t broke
\nAnd that is
\nyeah that is all I mean<\/p>\n

Come on girl
\nshouldn\u2019t be up this late
\nIt\u2019s past your bedtime\u2026<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora
\n\u00a9 2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n The Man Who Never Cries<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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The Man Who Never Cries<\/p>\n

As I sat down a teardrop,
\nfell softly on the bar top.
\n\u201cHey stranger, well I always thought, that you never cry\u201d<\/p>\n

I wiped it away with my whiskey glass, \u201cIs there something you wanna ask?\u201d Shook my head so the blur would pass, looked you straight in your good eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve known me at my best and have seen me at my worst.
\nAnd I\u2019ll tell you something darlin,
\nyou can take it for what it\u2019s worth\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s hard to swallow like the moonshine in your eyes coming from a man who never cries\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou forgot when you were the one, and it was you that was on the run.
\nA burnt out house and a loaded gun and how you nearly lost that eye\u201d.<\/p>\n

I recall maybe feeling once, something akin or even close to trust
\nbut you were always fresh out of luck
\nin a drunkard\u2019s paradise<\/p>\n

You may as well\u2019ve been from the plains \u2018cuz being cold runs through your veins.<\/p>\n

Just look who\u2019s doin the talking, I\u2019m not the one who brings the rain.<\/p>\n

We tried to make it down to Texas
\nbut the truck just up and died
\nLike the dreams of a man who never cries.<\/p>\n

Just one time well I truly wish
\nyou could stop giving me so much shit
\nif you\u2019re leaving then go on and git
\nlet me here to slowly die<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say I was gonna to leave. So I\u2019ll have another if you please
\nI\u2019ll stick around and bring you to your knees just for old times sake\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m an honest sort of man
\nat least I try the best I can\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cI ain\u2019t the prize for trying,
\nI fired a shot and off you ran\u201d.<\/p>\n

Still you\u2019re the one I\u2019m bound to follow
\nto the end of the line.
\nLaughing with the man who never cries.
\nLaughing with the man who never cries.<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora
\n\u00a9 2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n M\u00e1s Que Nada<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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M\u00e1s Que Nada<\/p>\n

You know this woman never does retreat.<\/p>\n

With two young children at her feet, her home is clean, in the distance she hears coyotes call.
\nWith a man working hard a world away, sending every penny from his meager pay. They just keep going cause there is no place to fall.
\nBut her eyes can see more than a thousand miles and he feels it every time she smiles and he knows he\u2019s not invisible to her, not at all
\nShe sees his face every single day and says his name every time she prays.
\nShe prays for those for whom she cares m\u00e1s que nada<\/p>\n

M\u00e1s que nada quiero estar contigo
\nM\u00e1s que nada quiero ver las caritas de los ni\u00f1os
\nM\u00e1s que nada quiero ver
\nlo grande que han crecido
\nM\u00e1s que nada, quiero que tengas
\nmas de un buen vestido<\/p>\n

\u201cBuenos dias\u201d, he hears Patr\u00f3n say. Boots walking loud, but lookin\u2019 the other way. La Se\u00f1ora says more but she\u2019s really talking to herself.
\n\u201cI have no illusion, I can be replaced, but I work hard and keep a steady pace. Another day and I\u2019ve learned to keep to myself\u201d.
\nBack home the children do well in school and it eases the pain of working like a mule.
\n\u201cThey will do better than me\u201d, he says everyday to himself. So he will not break cause\u2019 he is not seen.
\nHe\u2019s used to living life in between these two worlds but still his heart aches m\u00e1s que nada<\/p>\n

M\u00e1s que nada quiero estar contigo
\nM\u00e1s que nada quiero ver las caritas de los ni\u00f1os
\nM\u00e1s que nada quiero ver
\nlo grande que han crecido
\nM\u00e1s que nada quiero que tengas
\nmas de un buen vestido<\/p>\n

The elders sometime come to him in dreams. So many of them had no means but to scratch out a hard luck life or lay down and die.
\nSo they sent their young ones far away for a better life or so they say. Watch them disappear and hope one day they learn to fly.
\nWe\u2019ve seen this story a million times or more, people from a distant shore. This is our home, the Americas, where we come from.
\nIt\u2019s a funny thing being told you don\u2019t belong when your people have been here all along. Under the same yellow moon and the ones we love m\u00e1s que nada.<\/p>\n

M\u00e1s que nada quiero estar contigo
\nM\u00e1s que nada quiero ver
\nlas caritas de los ni\u00f1os
\nM\u00e1s que nada quiero ver
\nlo grande que han crecido
\nM\u00e1s que nada quiero que los ni\u00f1os amen sus vidas
\nMas que nada quiero que tengas mas de un buen vestido<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora
\n\u00a9 2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n One Hand (Beneath a Waning Moon)<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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One Hand
\n(Beneath a Waning Moon)<\/p>\n

There ain\u2019t but one hand I want to hold
\nAs days go by I watch it growing old
\nAnd there ain\u2019t but one kiss I can\u2019t forget
\nShe\u2019ll put it on me and I know we ain\u2019t done yet<\/p>\n

Refrain:
\nShe don\u2019t need no flowers
\nShe never cared for silver or gold
\nShe measures love in hours
\nOur memories just overflow
\nYeah our memories just overflow<\/p>\n

There ain\u2019t but one hand that held it all
\nLifted it like a feather
\nevery kid, cat and dog.
\nTends to her garden
\nlike it ain\u2019t no big deal
\nKeeps it all turning like a keeps it all turning like a big ol \u2018 big old wheel<\/p>\n

Refrain:
\nShe don\u2019t need no flowers
\nShe never wore silver or gold
\nShe measured our love in hours
\nOur memories just overflow
\nYeah our memories just overflow<\/p>\n

Our fireplace still burns as bright
\nstill love the old table where we had all our fights
\nbut darlin\u2019 I\u201dll be holding you tonight watch that one hand grow old by the waning moonlight<\/p>\n

Refrain:
\nShe grows her own damn flowers
\nShe never wore no silver or gold
\nShe measured our love in hours
\nOur memories just overflow
\nYeah our memories just overflow<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora
\n\u00a9 2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n Sunday Sinners<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Sunday Sinners<\/p>\n

Sunday evening rolls around, the table\u2019s set for Sunday dinner.
\nThe talk\u2019s about tithings getting bigger.
\nWe sit and break bread, then get the youngin\u2019s off to bed, since the devil\u2019s cast away we are delivered.<\/p>\n

But we\u2019ll start slidin\u2019 again as the week comes to an end,
\nwhen we all turn from saints back to sinners.
\nPious resolution may not be the best solution
\nbut it\u2019s what\u2019s served at our house for Sunday dinner<\/p>\n

Today we\u2019ll remember those of us gone astray
\nToday we\u2019ll be praying that they all find their way
\nThere\u2019s a question unanswered though faith has it\u2019s claims
\nThere\u2019s a loophole and the devil is to blame<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll start slidin\u2019 again as the week comes to an end
\nwhen we all turn from saints back to sinners.
\nPious resolution may not be the best solution
\nbut it\u2019s what\u2019s served at our house for Sunday dinner.<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora, Roberto Rodriguez III
\n\u00a9 2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n Monterrey<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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MONTERREY<\/p>\n

I\u2019m going back to Monterrey, the mountains of Nuevo Le\u00f3n.
\nWhere people will know when I say,
\n\u201cAy Gu\u00eby, en California que l\u00edo hicieron\u201d.<\/p>\n

I know exactly what\u2019s at stake.
\nI miss the church bells when they ring.
\nIt leaves me feeling out in the cold,
\nI long for things that used to be.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m going to build me a house
\nbut I won\u2019t be walking the floor
\nand if you come round here knockin\u2019
\nYou\u2019ll find a stranger at the door<\/p>\n

Looks like there might be some rain.
\nThunderheads in a Mexican sky.
\nGonna head into that coming storm, look it straight in the eye.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m going to build me a house but I won\u2019t be walking the floor
\nand if you come round here knockin\u2019
\nThere\u2019ll be a stranger at the door<\/p>\n

Voy a construir una casa
\nTal vez un hermoso ranchito
\nTodo lo que ha qerido
\nel rio, la luna y un perrito<\/p>\n

I\u2019m going to build me a house
\nbut I won\u2019t be walking the floor
\nand if you come round here knockin\u2019
\nYou\u2019ll find a stranger at the door<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora
\n\u00a9 2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n 100 Years (Every Kiss In Between)<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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100 Years (every kiss in between)<\/p>\n

Verse 1
\nWill my name be spoken
\na hundred years from now?
\nWill they say I was a good man,
\nor one who didn\u2019t know how?<\/p>\n

Will they know who I am
\nfrom just some photos on a wall?
\nSomeone who had everything
\nand had nothing at all<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nIf I had a nickel,
\nfor every moon that struck me.
\nFor every picture I painted,
\nfor every face I\u2019ve seen<\/p>\n

It\u2019d make me a rich man,
\nevery song I bleed
\nLike finding gold or silver
\nwith every kiss in between<\/p>\n

Verse 2:
\nSometimes I see a reflection,
\ncity lights in her dark eyes
\nShe leans on me and she listens
\nand smiles at every bad rhyme<\/p>\n

I sing my songs from the shadows.
\nSometimes the spotlight finds me.
\n\u201cI almost felt you touching me just now\u201d, a Blaze as hot as can be<\/p>\n

Chorus
\nIf I had a nickel,
\nfor every moon that pulled me,
\nlike a lonesome lost drifter
\ntowards all the places I\u2019ve been.<\/p>\n

It\u2019d make me a rich man
\nevery song I bleed for every heart that\u2019s still aching and every kiss in between.<\/p>\n

Verse 3
\nWell I\u2019ve been missing my mama,
\nher endless faith was the seed
\nIt\u2019s not by mercy alone
\nyou get just what you need.<\/p>\n

So if you ever feel lonely
\nlike being adrift out at sea.
\nDrop a twenty in the tip jar
\nI\u2019ll bear the the sad songs for free.<\/p>\n

Chorus
\nIf I had a nickel,
\nfor every moonlit dream.
\nEvery time my mind faded
\nto some precious old scene.<\/p>\n

It\u2019d make me a rich man,
\nall those times I\u2019ve dreamed.
\nDreams of flying so far away now
\nand every kiss in between.<\/p>\n

Dreams of flying so far away now
\nand every kiss in between<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora, Roberto Rodriguez III
\n\u00a9 2021<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n Mexicano<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Mexicano<\/p>\n

Esta noche encantados
\npor las sombras de la luna mientras bailan.<\/p>\n

Nos tumbamos y miramos las estrellas y los sue\u00f1os que nos traen<\/p>\n

Tal belleza te deja sin miedo a la muerte
\nEntonces amamos c\u00f3mo vivimos,
\ny vivimos c\u00f3mo amamos , es puro Mexicano<\/p>\n

Ay, como chinga esta vida locura es dif\u00edcil y dolorosa para que sepas que es buena
\ncomo un Mexicano<\/p>\n

Por todo el pavoneo
\nque cubre el dolor el cari\u00f1o escondido,
\nhay un ritmo que late a dentro lo profundo.<\/p>\n

que nos hace saber en esta tierra somos eternos.
\nDerramamos l\u00e1grimas de alegr\u00eda y por un amor triste
\nEs puro Mexicano<\/p>\n

Ay, como chinga esta vida locura es dif\u00edcil y dolorosa para que sepas que es buena
\ncomo un Mexicano<\/p>\n

encontramos la felicidad incluso en los malos momentos
\nEsto es lo que hacemos,
\ny esto es lo que somos
\nPuro Mexicano<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora
\n@2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n El Paso<\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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El Paso<\/p>\n

En una casita en la calle Florencia
\nen el pueblo de El Paso
\nAlli florecieron las maneras de tu madre con su pasi\u00f3n eterno<\/p>\n

En la primavera de mi juventud era feliz y contenta
\nEn esos d\u00edas lo \u00fanico que sab\u00eda era que la frontera<\/p>\n

Sin siquiera notarlo,
\nnuestro amor profundo
\nnos alej\u00f3 del viejo mundo<\/p>\n

Soy obrero cruzando por Nuevo Laredo
\nLlegando a San Quilmas buscando trabajo<\/p>\n

el trabajo mas duro
\nque mi amor no regrese a su pueblo
\n(Female)
\nHechos para siempre estar juntos
\nNo me digas vuelve a San Antonio
\nMe quedo en El Chuco<\/p>\n

Ten\u00eda un hogar y era feliz en Monterrey
\nPero segu\u00ed la estrella del norte
\nDej\u00e9 la tierra de mis padres<\/p>\n

La frontera no vale nada
\nSigo segura y dichosa
\nLos pa\u00edses son iguales en ambos lados<\/p>\n

Sin siquiera notarlo,
\nnuestro amor profundo
\nnos alej\u00f3 del viejo mundo<\/p>\n

Soy obrero cruzando por Nuevo Laredo
\nLlegando a San Quilmas buscando trabajo<\/p>\n

El trabajo mas duro
\nFue mantaner nuestro amor desde lejos<\/p>\n

Si despierto en tus brazos.
\n\u00bfQu\u00e9 importa d\u00f3nde estemos?
\nMi deseo permanece
\nEn mis sue\u00f1os nos vemos
\njuntos en El Paso<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora, Roberto Rodriguez III
\n\u00a9 2022<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n

\r\n \r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/i><\/span>\r\n <\/span>\r\n Curandera <\/span>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Curandera <\/p>\n

I\u2019m going down to the riverside, to talk with Liza Mae. She knows Curandera, knows the power of her ways.<\/p>\n

Down near Matamoros by the border south Texas way she extricated the evil there, police burned the shack next day.
\nWhat do I do, what can I say?<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nCurandera, ay\u00fadame
\nCurandera
\nIt\u2019s been said no one compares.
\nCan\u2019t sleep, I cannot think,
\na spell\u2019s taken over me.
\nI feel love sick, it haunts my nights and all my waking dreams.<\/p>\n

Verse 2
\nI walk the streets of this old Pueblo feels like high noon to me. Curandera she did tell me
\n\u201cDon\u2019t believe all your dreams\u201d.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a haunting in your vision but it wasn\u2019t put there by she. So If you have half a heart be at the depot at a quarter to three.
\nWhat do I do, what does this mean?<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nCurandera, ay\u00fadame
\nCurandera
\nIt\u2019s been said no one compares.
\nMaybe it\u2019s just susto. Please don\u2019t take my soul from me, or am I just love sick? I have a fever running deep.<\/p>\n

Bridge:<\/p>\n

Verse 3 @ 2:45pm<\/p>\n

Off the train she disembarked
\nCurandera smiling sweet.
\nHer beauty seemed to float through the air a hot wind howling through the street.<\/p>\n

You are such a silly man
\nbig and strong as you can be.
\nNow why would you, ever be afraid of a little ol\u2019 thing like me? What do I do? How can this be?<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nCurandera, ay\u00fadame
\nCurandera
\nIt\u2019s been said no one compares.
\nCurandera,
\nWas it you haunting all my dreams?
\nI\u2019m sick of love, it grows like wild, but to be with you I\u2019d do anything.<\/p>\n

Tony Zamora, Cougar Estrada
\n\u00a9 2023<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n \r\n <\/div><\/p>\n

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Music & Film Reviews: Bob Dylan\u2019s Sensational \u2018Shadow Kingdom,\u2019 plus Steve Forbert and Tremoloco<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n