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Alben

Produced by El Poncho Pescadero
Recorded by Hector Casanova at Estudio CAS, Catemaco, Veracruz, Mexico
and by Mr. Kai at Geldorp Mansion, Cologne, Germany.
Additional recording by José Angel Taxilaga Morteo at Arcca Records, Catemaco
and by Salossi at Burgblick Studios, Ruppichteroth, Germany.
Cover photo by Mr. Kai
Album design by Nora van Rijn

All songs written by Kai Streier
© 2013 Rose of a Defensive Colour Music

Performed by Mr. Kai and Mariachi “Gala Juvenil” de Catemaco:
Leonardo Martínez Rodríguez – trumpet, background vocal
Sergio Antonio Santos Paxtlán – vihuela, nylon string guitar, background vocal
Leonardo Martínez Cágal – violin, background vocal
Isidro Martínez Cágal – guitarron

Special guests:
Gonzalo “Chalo” Barrientos
Hector Casanova
Sascha “Salossi” Loss

Released July 2013

veracruz (2013)

01 AMERICAN ROAD TRIP
02 ANCIENT CROSS
03 THE NEIGHBOUR
04 DUST AND MISERY
05 VERACRUZ
06 THINGS AIN’T GETTING BETTER
07 SALT UPON OUR SKIN
08 AMPHIBIOUS SYMPHONY
09 COCKROACHES EVERYWHERE
10 BLACK HILL
11 SUNDAY IN BELGIUM

06 THINGS AIN’T GETTING BETTER

If I was a poet, I’d write a few lines
If I was your lover, I’d say, “Girl, you’re mine”
But I’m not
And things ain’t getting better
If I was Johnny Depp, I’d be the sexiest man alive
If I was a sheik, I’d have a hundred pretty wives
But I’m not
And things ain’t getting better

Things ain’t getting better anywhere
Did you ever think they would?
Good things go
And bad things stay for good

If I was an expert, I’d come and fix your cable
I’d try to save the planet if only I was able
But I’m not
And the end is coming nearer
If the rich were bad and the poor were good
I’d buy a bag of arrows and I’d do like Robin Hood
But they’re not
And things ain’t getting clearer

Things ain’t getting clearer anywhere
Did you ever think they would?
Clarity goes
And confusion stays for good

I wake up in the morning wondering what to wear
21st of December, but the weather doesn’t care
Winter’s warm
And summer’s getting colder
Yesterday I was twenty, I’m forty years old now
Tomorrow I’ll be sixty if I make it there somehow
Lord, it seems
All I do is getting older

No-one’s getting younger anywhere
Did you ever think they would?
Sweet bird of youth
Is flying off for good

If there weren’t any clouds, there would be no rain
If no-one ever hurt, we wouldn’t feel this pain
But we do
And things ain’t getting better
If I was a bum, I’d drink another bottle
If I was my friend Johnny, I’d call myself a wattle
But I’m not
And things ain’t getting better

Things ain’t getting better anywhere
Did you ever think they would?
Good things go
And bad things stay for good