Jupiter Cafe

by Thermal And A Quarter

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Brigade St. 05:21
Feet shuffle, shoulders brush Eyes meet across the street Six floors up, one street down The band’s trying to keep the beat This is where I find myself My true identity Lost in a crowd, searching for Who I want to be Playing hide and seek With the strangers that I meet We know without knowing See without seeing This is me I’m looking at This is who they see And tomorrow I’ll remember Hey, have I seen this all before * On Brigade Street Brigade Street Brigade Street Don’t let it pass you by… Bell bottoms, high heeled shoes More than meets the eye I’ve got my wheels I’ve got my style I’m cruising down this aisle This is where I lose myself Nowhere left to hide Lost in a crowd, searching for Who I want to be Playing hide and seek With the strangers that I meet We know without knowing See without seeing This is me I’m looking at This is who they see And tomorrow I’ll remember Hey, have I seen this all before *
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There’s a hummingbird Behind the bars of my eyes Stuck on a sixth floor balcony Wishing for magic, she flies When everything’s so grey Even my washed-out jeans have more to say What’s up my sleeve I’m just an ordinary Joe Waiting for Godot He’ll be here, tomorrow When everything’s so grey Even my washed-out jeans have more to say It takes my breath away How we never see Beyond the cast-iron boundary Of oxidizing memory Wish me luck as I open the door Today is gonna be something more Or so I always say… Tell me mister have-not Barefoot in the park How do you smile so much When tomorrow’s so dark You look at me and say Brother can you spare a bite just for today It takes my breath away How we never see Beyond the cast-iron boundary Of oxidizing memory Wish me luck as I open the door Today is gonna be something more Or so I always say… The colours washing over me Sometimes I fancy I can see They’re not the illusions of a wannabe…
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Sparrows on a telephone wire Making music on the sky Sitting on a million conversations Watching as the world goes by Somebody lost a job Somebody found a dog She just hung up Didn’t even say Good bye… Shadows on the ground Making funny pictures that follow me around Growing bigger as the sun goes down Telling all my secrets without a sound Somebody got laid Somebody got home late again Don’t try to figure why Cry if you have to cry So much time, so much to do Sure, you can subscribe to your point of view Love is a game, money’s a shame, no one to blame The web has my name Have you staked your claim New York is fine but feel free to choose Your state of mind… Lost my stupid job Found another dog Another time another place It’s just another day Don’t let life pass me by Got to get home I’ve got to get home Before it’s too late Play the game Enjoy the shame Don’t mess don’t mess With this state of mine, state of mine Don’t mess don’t mess With this state of mine, state of mine
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Respectable 04:10
He’s a respectable man On a chair beside the window Writing a respectable hand But that he don’t know Punched in, punched out, For many moons Even the echoes of a younger fire Lose themselves at noon A name, a number Sign on the dotted line Take home a fading dream Bits of paper for your time I know you know the feeling Can’t get it out of your head An un-regarded underling Wishing for breakfast in bed He’s a respectable man On his back the world is built And a bullet stopped the voice That sang of all the lonely people Stranger on the local train Member of that impassive tribe Here to there and back again Not much to describe A name, a number Sign on the dotted line Take home a fading dream Bits of paper for your time I know you know the feeling Can’t get it out of your head An un-regarded underling Wishing for breakfast in bed Wearing that smile Permitted Class II preserve Wait for a while Get what you deserve I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know The feeling.
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Look at Me 05:14
Look, go ahead, look at me Black hair, brown eyes, brown man Never mind the goatee Oh yes, I’m from the exotic east, The heat and the dust and the burden of the beast The smells, the spices and the mystery Of people just trying, just trying to be I speak four tongues, Hell, here we all do And we find the space To think in yours too Oh yes, I’m cool and mean And I play that rock n’ roll I don’t use gasoline I get around on petrol The Empire went back and Skywalker came But Asha still sells on forty-five fame Then John, Paul, George and the other guy Crossed the Universe and got real high Don’t you see it yet? Don’t you see it yet? I like my toast in the morning But you can’t take away my Full meals by the wayside I even like Chainese – you know the mean chow But mama tears me down when I eat the holy cow It’s still an odd situation Every time I realize That I’m foolish with pounds When my brothers are not even penny-wise But I’ve got my karmic law and all I accept so much so easy I’m a rampant intellectual When I’m with my glass of bubbly Don’t you see it yet? Don’t you see it yet?
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How does it feel now When the only thing You’ve made up is your mind… Powder, powder my nose, Got so little time Look up and there it goes… The shirt is on my back, with my pack The shoe is on the other foot Don’t want to miss, don’t want to miss This train of thought I’m going away Getting lost but I’m getting there, getting there I’m going away I’m a fool but I am gone You can take it out of my pay There may be just Another place another time Another point of view Forget the upper crust I’m in between A plebeian scene I’m getting sucked into a niche With all the other nouveau riche So tired So uninspired Do you, do you kapische? I’m going away Getting lost but I’m getting there, getting there I’m going away I’m a fool but I am gone You can take it out of my pay Half the joy is half the way Half the joy is half the way Half the joy is half the way Half the joy is half the way I’m going away Getting lost but I’m getting there, getting there I’m going away I’m a fool but I am gone You can take it out of my pay
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Drunk 05:22
I’m drunk Sated, filled up, right up to here And oh, all right, it feels so good… Some more I’ll lap it up, I have no fear Do you really think I should Taste the music magic Deep, sweet, head spin And it would be tragic if I didn’t let you in… * Too much of a good thing Too much of a good thing Can’t get enough Got to watch myself, watch myself Walk the line Don’t fly too high Sometimes I’m just a monkey It’s a really swinging time And I don’t care, don’t care if you mind Sometimes I get lucky And I don’t even lose my mind It’s better, better this way Taste the music magic Deep, Sweet, head spin And it would be tragic if I didn’t let you in * Burn my wings like Icarus I’m so drunk, I’m so drunk I’m drunk I’m high I’m stoned I’m done.  
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Oh my head, it’s a funny place Strange things, happenings inside And every time I feed my face Something deep below, it cries Who am I what am I doing here Why do I believe what I believe Who are all these people, can I make them disappear Can I stop the world and leave Am I crazy or am I wise Crack the mystery and I’m surprised Am I crazy or am I wise Crack the mystery and I’m surprised Hold on now, let me try Unzip my thoughts for you Analyze, sermonize, patronize That’s what you love to do Who am I what am I doing here Why do I believe what I believe Who are all these people, can I make them disappear Can I stop the world and leave Am I crazy or am I wise Crack the mystery and I’m surprised Am I crazy or am I wise Crack the mystery and I’m surprised
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Seemed like just a regular day With all the regular pain Standing on a street corner Look up at the concrete sky Took the stairs one by one by one Slow, steady, to lose the one-way race Don’t want a box to take me anywhere anymore One hundred floors One hundred years I’m on top of the jungle Feel the wind pluck my thoughts Out from my tangled hair Looking down Life becomes so small My tiny troubles in my tiny mind We’re going for the fall Looking down Deified by altitude I feel the power in my blood I’m doing what I should… Flying without wings And yet I feel Like a feather Falling through a hundred stories One hundred tales I’ll never tell Hear the screams through the windows Of my eyes I do not make a sound See the frightened people Afraid of me Afraid of me Who would be free Looking down Life becomes so small My tiny troubles in my tiny mind We’re going for the fall Looking down Deified by altitude I feel the power in my blood I’m doing what I should… Every god has his day Mine’s about to end I know there is no night Funny, I don’t see the light People getting bigger At least I stopped the traffic Open-mouthed at the flying man They don’t believe their eyes Crashed into the world The same way I was born…
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Jupiter Cafe 09:47
You must have heard the story Of Jack and the Beanstalk The seeds of his destiny An exchange of livestock We climbed it up, yes, everyday With the treasure ran away And we never left the Jupiter Café. It was more than just a gingerbread house You could go away but never leave Reality crumbled like a cookie And left its pieces at the door We flew to Betelgeuse everyday Not worried about the hell to pay And we never left the Jupiter Café. Spinning round the solar system Smiling moons just roll on by Not for the world, we would miss them After all, it’s just the mind’s eye Would you come in with me today Can’t promise you more than what I say You may never want to leave the Jupiter Café. Tie and dye dreams, they fade away But you can taste the colours sweeter Now we’re older, not much wiser Longing for the Jupiter Café…

credits

released June 10, 2002

All songs - lyrics by Bruce Lee Mani, Music by Thermal And A Quarter, except 'Brigade St.' and 'State of Mine' – lyrics by Rzhude David, Music by Thermal And A Quarter

Guitars, Vocals - Bruce Lee Mani
Bass, Vocals - Rzhude David
Drums, Percussion - Rajeev Rajagopal
Backing Vocals, aalaap on Jupiter Café – Rajesh Mehar

Recorded at Sunshine Studios, Auroville, by Didier Weiss
Mixed and Mastered by Didier Weiss at SoundWizard, Auroville

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Thermal And A Quarter Bengaluru, India

"Thermal And A Quarter (TAAQ) is on the vanguard of the Indian Rock Scene" - NPR, USA

Founded in 1996, TAAQ is an eclectic, irreverent (but usually relevant) band that considers itself and its music as bastard children of the world. At home everywhere, belonging nowhere. Always true, tight, intense and ready to laugh.
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