she never has to worry cos she knows her train’s on time
she freshens up cachaça with a squeeze of her lime
puts the peels inside a bottle and she casts it out to sea
she’s rollin’ into rio as high as she can be
but she never lets it faze her as she saunters down the street
she’s a carefree carioca movin to the bossa beat
she’s quick to throw her money in a street musician’s case
they’ve pleaded her so many but she never loses face
the sun’s sinking low
where does she go
her hotel room is empty oh miss rio
if someone’s gonna break her spirits i won’t be the one
i’m gonna let her have her fun
in rio de janeiro, it’s a bit like déjà vu
when the river that you’re floating down flows right back into you
Sounds like a great soundtrack for an America as crusty as the tiles on their album cover. Lush instrumentation, pulls you in hypnotically. Magilla Shuwall
My good friend Keith produced and engineered this one. Sounds like you're right there in the room headbanging along. Drives heavy and keeps it interesting. Magilla Shuwall