Eric Blowtorch and his Superpowers Flame On​!​!

by Eric Blowtorch and his Superpowers

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released December 1, 1999

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Eric Blowtorch Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Singer/guitarist/songwriter Eric Blowtorch sings, plays, and writes reggae, ska, rocksteady, soul, rock 'n' roll, funk, Latin, disco, hip-hop, Anglo-Afropop, and jazz songs with rhythm, melody, passion, and original comic timing. E. B. plays solo, in duos and trios with selected stars, and with a trio, Eric Blowtorch and the Inflammables. ... more

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Track Name: No Flags Over JA
My eyes have a wet and weakened vision
of the champion musician
‘Who goes…?’ he asked you
‘It must be Rasta’ – my heart exploded to the sound

Some creatures just too beautiful to live?
I swear I hope I’m not too obstinate to give
Your baby child will look into the river
and see the sound of Lifegiver

No flags wave over Jamaica but a bloody red rag for the bloody red rage
Garnet Green Light put up a glorious fight – who killed the bird in his birdcage?

Now Garnet’s gone to his father’s mansion
So many artists killed they’ll have to build an expansion
My heavy heart lies on the turntables in shards
If you see Prince Far I give him my regards
Track Name: I Am the Voice
I Am the Voice (lyrics: E. Beaumont)

Style
Substance
Smile
in a close dance
Close like
family
Hold tight with me
Listen
while I say
Why walk away?

Nice, nice
I am the voice
Twice
as nice
as any man of choice

Strong
Loving
Long
for your oven
Close like
family
Hold tight with me
Listen
while I play
Why walk away?

Nice, nice
I am the voice
Twice
as nice
as any man of choice
Nice, nice
Twice
as nice
as any man of choice

Style
Substance
Smile
in a close dance
Close like
family
Hold tight with me
Listen
while I say
Why walk away?
Track Name: I Am Wrong
How could you know
100 or so months ago
the vistas you would show
to a man bloodless like snow

sinking so low and so quick?

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!
There was no way just to say, ‘Hello’
My friend – never end – can you mend? I depend
on the flow of the blood from the feel of your hand

I demanded life, you only sent me a heart wrapped in song
I thought love could only last so long
I am wrong

Honestly your youth, your uncouth set me free
Now I need to know just for me
How could you look upon me,
‘pon my heart despite all history,

slavery, tragedy of a nation
brought to your doorstep by the Caucasian
It had to come up on frequent occasion
but love me? You drenched me with no hesitation

Disharmony dragged me down
The sun rose and you were not to be found
Among the throng
I said I was glad – I am wrong

I am wrong

I am wrong
I am wrong
I see you smile and I feel steel skyscraper strong

Now do you know how it feels to watch you grow,
to dance to your very own show,
to see you smiling across the snow?
And every weekend you let the winds

blow, the winds blow, the winds blow
There was no way just to say, ‘Hello’
My friend – never end – can you mend? I depend
on the flow of the blood from the feel of your hand

I demanded life,
you only sent me a heart wrapped in song
You thought love could only last so long – I am wrong
Track Name: Simpatica
Murder One: the first to make me cry.
Even allies tell me we can’t stop the drip,
drops of young blood fogging my eye.
In front of the schoolyard Mr. Bad Card
empties the clip, schoolkids
hang back or shoot back and set trip.

Killing claims so many souls; I must survive.

Simpatica, mother of Attica,
heed my emphatical pleas to save my life.
Simpatica, I ain’t mad; I’m just
waiting for the rude symphony, electric tympani,
and fife. Save my life.

You gotta get yours; I send away for bridal brochures,
linger lightly on the mouse in my safe white house,
log on as agitator, thief, and voyeur,
wait for the goddess to grace my face,
take my tears away, brighten up this face.

Lovelessness in so many lives, I can’t believe.

Simpatica, mother of Attica,
heed my emphatical pleas to save my life.
Simpatica, I ain’t mad; I’m just
waiting for the rude symphony, electric tympani,
and fife. Save my life.

Learning is at a lingering lifetime low,
the youth not trying to hear the truth.
I said, Listen up, listen up youth:
killing is no no cheap time filling.
Don’t take your guns to town, hang on to your youth.

Killing kills the killer’s soul, they got to know. Seize control!

Simpatica, mother of Attica,
heed my emphatical pleas to save my life.
Simpatica, I ain’t mad at cha,
waiting for the rude symphony, electric tympani,
and fife. Save my life.
Track Name: She's the Most
She is four parts golden, one part silver
She is mine for the holding, you cannot kill her
She is strong like steel and iron, she is tender
She is good like grapes -- no gripes, she's my best friend

She's the most, everything I love
She's the most -- gets down low, sent from above
She's the mother, daughter, and holy ghost
She's more than just my lover: brother, she's the most

She is cool on the sweltering day, she's a beautiful breeze
She is more than relaxing, brother, she is ease
On the dancefloor she's so graceful, she's hi-post
She's the maximum, she's tasteful, she's the most

She's the most, everything I love
She's the most -- gets down low, sent from above
She's the mother, daughter, and holy ghost
She's more than just my lover: brother, she's the most

She is four parts golden, one part silver
She is mine for the holding, you cannot kill her
On the dancefloor she's so graceful, she's hi-post
She's the maximum, she's tasteful, she's the most

She's the most, everything I love
She's the most -- gets down low, sent from above
She's the mother, daughter, and holy ghost
She's more than just my lover: brother, she's the most
Track Name: Closer Fire Burn
The four corners of the earth are peeling back
The correspondent braces for the air attack
The hard disk heats up as translators twist the fact
Bad news is coming in as fast as flaming flak

I bought my textbook as a youth and truth I found
The neighborhoods of Watts, Detroit burned to the ground
From grandstand land saw angry batsmen charge the mound
Now bats and hats give way to guns, and guns abound

I'm walking safely home
I'm using my dome, looking over my shoulder
Hoping that I'm all alone
This is a burning, burning Rome, fire getting closer to my home

This month a nuclear weapon, that one plastic gat
Senseless cruelty, rack and pillage – ‘nough of that
Now it's not just friends of friends but friends shot in backs
All arrows point to I as target next attacked

I'm walking safely home
I'm using my dome, looking over my shoulder
Hoping that I'm all alone
This is a burning, burning Rome, fire getting closer to my home
Track Name: Never Divide
I walk unashamed through the ashamed land
Across the divided country feel the breeze from bigotry's backhand
Otherness, greed, capitaleeze
The greatest sins against your birth and this earth are these

I keep you all with me as I march quietly
Your faith I have never denied
What we have tied together by mistake, by swimming in life's lake, or drunk like LaMotta Jake
I will never divide

Smells from the dying will make you choke on your pride
Can't keep from crying, but even in my crying I will never divide
Never divide like the house I can't stand (can't stand alone)

Creatures out of hells cast spells of blindness on the good and the kindest
STOP THE ambiVALENCE

I never utter falsehood into this connected mic,
always look both ways like on Horsemouth motorbike
My face reddens, hysteria threatens, feels like exploding inside
Night sticks and my temple may collide but I shall never divide

Smells from the dying will make you choke on your pride
Can't keep from crying, but even in my dying I will never divide

Never let you walk alone through a worl
Never let you walk alone through a world you don't like (do so dislike)
Never betray, though gallows beckons, executioner threatens
Threaten away but never deaden my day
Take off your death mask - it's imposing
I may cough as my head rolls off into your head basket
Biscuit over - story closing

I will never divide, never turn my back on you
I will never divide – it don’t matter what they do
Let them say what they want; they will never break the bond
I will never divide; I will never divide
Track Name: Mighty Hard Line
Dismissed, stranded on the street
Furious but still I’m on my feet
Fantasized, now realized, my freedom has arrived
but still I’ve got to pay to stay alive
but still I’ve got to pay to stay alive

Fired, cut by the boss to size
Tired tears welled up in his eyes
Quality, efficiency _ catalysts to deep-six me
I was chilled but now I’m thrilled – at last I’m free
Chilled thrilled – at last I am free

The bottom line is a mighty hard line
but my mind is mighty stronger
So long, goodbye, hard line – you are no friends of mine
and I couldn’t take your trifles any longer

Ostracized, no longer welcome at the site
Desensitized but still think about the night
long past sleeping hours amassing fortunes for that place
My savings dissipate without a trace
That way of life spirals out to space

Ostracized, desensitized
Marginialized, criminalized
Unionize!

The bottom line is a mighty hard line
but my mind is mighty stronger
So long, goodbye, hard line – you are no friends of mine
and I couldn’t take your trifles any longer
Track Name: My Revolutionary Love
Right about now we’re moving forward
My heart you have, your hand I want to hold
No time for looking backward or to curse the bad word
We are more than brave – we are the bold

But when clouds seem to overcome the sun
and the tempest of your heavy heart explode
When panic makes you jump the gun, tells you to get up and run
can we move through this morbid episode?

Will you forgive me? Will you hold me when it comes to shove?
I want to live free and it’s you I want to love
I’ve got more that I want to give you but wanting is not enough
I will forgive you, my revolutionary love

Memories are like flashes from a double barrel
Flowers turn to ashes, love becomes a heavy load
but you’re still pretty even when you are in peril
True love travels on an icy, icy road

I’m not the toughest but I just might be the best
I am steadfast, I am true, I am strong
Take this revolutionary’s love and put it to your test
May it guide you and help you along

Will you forgive me? Will you hold me when it comes to shove?
I want to live free and it’s you I want to love
I’ve got more that I want to give you but wanting is not enough
I will forgive you, my revolutionary love
Track Name: Drums of Life
Deep from the distance I hear the drums of life
I hear industrial pistons – I think I love this life

Down in the dungeon I hear the drums of pain,
the smell of death so pungent – your debit is the devil’s gain

I need, I need for you to give me some
The beat, the beat, the beat of the living drum

Drunk with the spirit, I hear the drums of love
Death? I don’t fear it – I’ve got my family’s love

Down on the dancefloor I hear the drums of war
Let’s scratch the record and hear the lions roar

I need for you, for you to give me some
The beat, the beat, the beat of the living drum

Deep from the distance I hear the drums of life
I hear the old Sex Pistols – I think I love this life
I think I love my life
You think you love your life
You think you love it
Track Name: God's Little Girl
God’s creation, a pleasure to be held
She’s adored by a nation
When her flag unfold it makes a world want to weld

What a smile: clouds opening and sunshine
Let her smile for a while
She is God’s little girl and she is yours and mine

God’s little girl is the apple of my eye
The most beautiful girl in the world will make your very spirit fly

She’s so captivating changing clothes on electronic pet
She is fascinating
laughing in museum and launderette

But she’s troubled, her people drowning in gloom
So much that she’s seeing double
She can’t take it no more, passes out in the lunchroom

God’s little girl is the apple of my eye
The most beautiful girl in the world will make your very spirit fly

This girl is so sacred, so kind, so wide-eyed and wise
Dear God, let no hatred
take the light from behind her eyes

God save God’s little girl, this sunny creature so sweet
Let her walk bravely through this wicked world,
unsullied by the sin on the street

God’s little girl is the apple of my eye
The most beautiful girl in the world will make your very spirit fly
Track Name: Ricardo's Revenge
On the threshold I behold one of my best friends
(¿Ésta listo? ¿Está listo?)
with many questions (¿Adónde va?)
of how it was and how it’s going to be: (De acuerda)
a beautiful friendship but now I have to set you free (De acuerda)

So now I’m-a dust off my suit of lime, step out one last time
Are you proud of yourself? Well, good, ‘cause I am

Comp away, my compañero, on the organ and the organs
(Es hermoso! Es hermoso!)
Fortunes will be yours and my friendship so enormous
(Nó importa! No importá!)
It shines so brightly every other nightly through my lonely life, MD
I am living right, see?
Lights in the city burn off in your wake – it’s hard to take

and it’s gonna be – I can feel it all around me as I dust off my shoe tree
Promise me you will ever dig yourself properly

(Tenga (!) cuidado (!))
(en la (!) Estados!)

Many are the moons since the Blowtorch tunes
tore open the rehearsing room
For your patients you are easing more than gloom
You are blessed by me, blessed by family,
Paul and Eva Lys, Cha-Cha, Rod-man,
my modern man, all the rest – you are the best

What takes you away I love and I detest
(¿Ésta listo? ¿Está listo?)
but take my love along and put it to the timing test
(Tenemos prisa)
Like no one I have seen you are for real (Espéreme)
Ricardo, my mellow going solo, you are the real deal (Espéreme)

So I will dust off the blocked brown, step out on the town
Are you up for staying friends? If so, I’m down

Plenty of life, plenty time to write, we’ll all unite in time
– when it’s operating time? I wonder, wonder
(¿Qué hace? ¿Adónde va?)

Many are the times when I will think of you and say, (¿Cómo está usted?)
‘Jolson was a perfectionista’ (¿Cómo está usted?)
You would hit the back door in the toaster with the underhand
(Répitalo! Repítalo!)
In my happy times you shared, in my rotten times you’d understand (Estoy perdido/estoy perdida)

Oh, you bad now – my heart’s not heavy, only hard now
(Cómo se llama él?)
The revenge of Ricardo (Se llama Ricardo!)
(Tengo cuidado)
(Répitalo! Repítalo!)
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