“Snow Falls on Flagstaff” by Steven Watson

SNOW FALLS ON FLAGSTAFF

 

Snow falls blue

On the mountains tonight

Dark and deep in the aspen groves

Your memory consumes my hazy mind

Like mesquite in my pot-belly stove

 

I’m crazy cold

On the cabin floor

Sippin’ my last shot of Patron

Wind whistles hard

Through the cedar doors

Down past my cross of stone

 

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Tequila clouds my brain

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Ice runs through my veins

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Your memory remains

 

You left me now

To wither and die

Like the leaves on the silver trees

You and this bottle of Mexican lies

Tied me down and torched our dreams

 

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Tequila clouds my brain

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Ice runs through my veins

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Your memory remains

 

 

 

“Snow Falls on Flagstaff”, © Copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved

 

 

“Desert Daughter” by Steven Watson

DESERT DAUGHTER

 

Last winter she lost her way

Packed her pickup and left AJ

Desert daughter from a redneck town

Like a lightnin’ storm before sundown

Singin’ to a country beat

Guitar lyin’ across her seat

Black cowboy boots, but apache wild

Half desert angel, all native child

 

Desert angel, stay with me

Desert angel, I’ll set you free

Desert daughter, feel the sun

Play your music, love’s just begun

 

Last summer she found her way

Packed her pickup and left LA

Desert daughter in an asphalt town

Like a flower buried under ground

She traveled a million miles

Played her music, true to her style

Captured the soul of her native land

Spoke to their hearts like rain to the sand

 

Desert angel, trust in me

Desert angel, I’ll set you free

Desert daughter, feel the sun

Play your music, life’s just begun

Desert angel, feel the sun

Oh, desert daughter, love’s just begun

Desert daughter, life’s just begun

 

 

“Desert Daughter”, © Copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved

 

“Surfin’ Scorpion Bay” by Steven Watson

SURFIN’ SCORPION BAY

 

Time stands still on Scorpion Bay

Like slivers in the sand

The steel-grey surf is weapons-grade

Reminds me of Thailand

Driftwood bonfire and Modelos

Cantina’s closed again

I grab a wad of worn pesos

And eat at Alacran’s

 

Baja pizza, adobe ovens

Mesquite burns in the air

Sweet Maria’s touch, like heaven

Red rose in her raven hair

Inked skull and cross boards on her ass

Bikini and high heels

Don Julio in a pink shot glass

Shuffles the cards and deals

 

Scored weapons-grade on Scorpion Bay

Scored killer waves all day

Time stands still on Scorpion Bay

Scored killer waves all day

 

Like shack-time in a hollow wave

Time freezes in the bar

She’s everything you’d ever crave

I wager my sports car

Time stands still on Scorpion Bay

Like slivers in the sand

Pack my guitar and walk away

My car keys in her hand

 

Scored weapons-grade on Scorpion Bay

Scored killer waves all day

Time stands still on Scorpion Bay

Scored killer waves all day

 

“Surfin’ Scorpion Bay”, © Copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved

“Superstition Sunrise” by Steven Watson

SUPERSTITION SUNRISE

 

Superstition sunrise

I see the sunlight in your eyes

Indian cycle between your thighs

Superstition sunrise

I feel the wind blow from the west

Crystal locket between your breasts

Superstition sunrise, ride desert lows

Superstition sunrise, breathe desert highs

 

Superstition sunrise

I hear the heartache in your lies

Leather jacket with silver ties

Superstition sunrise

I sense the wandering in your soul

Another roadblock takes its toll

Superstition sunrise, ride desert highs

Superstition sunrise, breathe desert lows

 

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight blinds my eyes

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight shades my cries

 

Superstition sunrise

The fading taillights turn to gold

And this poor biker’s gettin’ old

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight blinds my eyes

I know that true love always dies

Superstition sunrise, ride desert lows

Superstition sunrise, breathe desert highs

 

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight blinds my eyes

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight shades my cries

 

 

“Superstition Sunrise”, © Copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved

 

“Lazuli” by Steven Watson

LAZULI

 

Lazuli, remember me

Guitar in a country bar

Lone Star lady, set me free

Waltz across my whiskey floor

Lazuli, remember me

Waltz across my whiskey floor

 

Lazuli, dance for me

Merlot lips and sapphire eyes

Azure angel of my dreams

Wrap me in your Wrangler thighs

Lazuli, dance for me

Wrap me in your Wrangler thighs

 

Lazuli, set me free

Love me all eternity

Lazuli, set me free

Bathe me in your sapphire eyes

Lazuli, set me free

Love me all eternity

 

Lazuli, return to me

Mountain moonlight, silver stars

Desert demon set me free

Midnight marks the witchin’ hour

Lazuli, return to me

Midnight marks the witchin’ hour

 

Lazuli, set me free

Love me all eternity

Lazuli, set me free

Bathe me in your sapphire eyes

Lazuli, set me free

Love me all eternity

Lazuli, set me free

Love me all eternity

 

“Lazuli”, ©Copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved

“Baja Bad” by Steven Watson

BAJA BAD

 

Got habaneras on the grill

Rattlers in the fryin’ pan

My Stratocaster pays the bills

Playin’ in a Baja band

Maria’s dancin’ gives ‘em chills

Playin’ in a Baja band

I’m Baja bad, I’m Baja bad

Playin’ in a Baja band

 

Cold Coronas buried in ice

Cheap Havanas, Bandits can

Texas hold ‘em, every vice

Playin’ in a Baja band

Tequila sunset paradise

Playin’ in a Baja band

I’m Baja bad, I’m Baja bad

Playin’ in a Baja band

 

Tequila everywhere I go

Rock and roll renews my soul

I’m Baja bad, but not alone

Baja bad in Mexico

 

I’m livin’ out of beachfront bars

Black Corvette’s in the garage

Four-twenty underneath the stars

Playin’ in a Baja band

Maria’s dancin’ gives ‘em chills

Playin’ in a Baja band

I’m Baja bad, I’m Baja bad

Playin’ in a Baja band

 

Tequila everywhere I go

Rock and roll renews my soul

I’m Baja bad, but not alone

Baja bad in Mexico

I’m Baja bad, I’m Baja bad

Baja bad in Mexico

 

“Baja Bad”, © Copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved

 

 

“The Wasp” by Steven Watson

THE WASP

 

Sun scorched lips on a rusty canteen

A pack full of tortillas and weed

His bloody wounds blister gangrene

As he bakes on a rock and bleeds

 

A bullet tears through his Wrangler jeans

Barbed wire slashes his back

He’s running on fear and refried beans

And, the sting,

He longs for death

 

The wasp descends with lightning speed

Glitters gold with wings of steel

The hornet preys on all it sees

Glitters gold and poor men kneel

 

The wasp strikes hard

Round after round

He stumbles in the cactus and sand

The Mexican buckles as he hits the ground

A bandana flag in his hand

 

The wasp descends with lightning speed

Glitters gold with wings of steel

The hornet preys on all it sees

Glitters gold and poor men kneel

 

 

“The Wasp”, © copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved