Keith Emerson - Keith Emerson Band Featuring Marc Bonilla (2009)

Falling Down...

Well, you can jump the guns and corners
To save your place
It'll never hide the guilt that's on your face
And you can duck and dodge and scramble
And make that sound
It'll never match the art of falling down

Wishing it away will call them all to stay

Well, you blame the slings and arrows
That curse this fate
And it still won't shave the cost of coming late
Never a clean escape
Becoming what you hate

And you can justify the cause and nail across to it
But you need to get lost to get you found
And it's a long drink of faith 'till you believe it
And you come across the art of falling down

Turning it away invites them all to stay

You can light yourself a candle to ease your pain
It'll never find the song to sing your name
Ain't it a burning shame
Enough to drive you sane

Chasing it away will call them back to play

You can fly your righteous angels
On a golden chain
But it's a harder fall than landing on your blade
And you can call it by it's name and put an end to it
But it'll never change the art of falling down

Falling Down...

17.

Malambo

Keith Emerson

5:33

18.

Gametime

Keith Emerson

2:39

Running down the white line
Drumming up a pastime
Throwing a pink tirade
Along came a spider
And sat down beside her and said
What you got to trade?

My raison d'ette is bringing back summer
As long as you can take the heat
Well, it's gametime

Bottom feeders and catholic cheaters
Busting with feminine riches
Who could resist that perfect kiss
But I don't need to rip these stitches
All her norths are going south
Shame it isn't followed by her mouth
'Cause it's gametime

Running low on fallen angels to carry this weight
Too much rhyme and not much reason
And too much on my plate

Raised from two in royal blue
But we know that dog don't hunt
Bleeding red in the corner from ol' Jack Horner
The only thing to do is punt

Nothing ventured is nothing spent
But you can bend back far enough to pay the rent
When it's gametime

Walking through that fire
Just to keep from getting cold
The pitch is sharp and getting higher
Hope my luck still holds

Off the chain with both barrels pointed
Channeling Jackie Brown
Clean, anointed and double-jointed
Arguing the whole way down

Nobody here's seen nothing like it
I believe they've got a point
And it's gametime

Yeah

And it's on, it's gametime

Yeah, yeah