Keith Secola - Kokopelli Blues
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KOKOPELLI BLUES (Secola/Vickers)

Seem's like there's a lot of
cheap imitations out there
Every cool dude has a different mood
Each time you turn the musical page
Another new face becomes the rage
But me I only sing the blues
Slide down a jazz swing and play my flute
Every day another new gimmick
Impersonators tryin' to mimic

Avoid the work, just wanna cruz
Everyone wants to win,
and no one wants to lose
This sack of seeds I'm trying to lose
Kokopelli haz the bluz

An esoteric factory went up the other day
Using my symbol as their image,
depicting a new age
Intellectual copyright
means nothing to these cats
People like to take
but they don't like to give back
Out on the garden terrace I water my beans
Somewhere far away selling on the market
Some watered-down beans
impersonated as the real thing
Never had the pleasure
of hearin' the real cat sing

There's a time to pay your dues,
to sing the blues
Come to a place to play your flute
If you can't be someone else,
you must be yourself

Everyone wants to engage the mother earth
Waiting for a miraculous birth
A Fry Bread Messiah, Quinn the Inuit
Where's the Father's Son
when you want to quit?
Out there on the high road I play my notes
Out there on the mesa I sow my oats
It's not really that I wanted it that way
The canyon lands are the playgrounds I play

Avoid the work, just wanna cruz
Everyone wants to win,
and no one wants to lose
This sack of seeds I'm trying to lose
Kokopelli haz the bluz
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Keith Secola: Lead Vocal, Flute
Jimmy Vickers: Guitars, Backup Vocal
Jim Creegan: Bass, Backup Vocal
John Densmore: Drums