♪ Carmencita doesn't need a man Jujitsu and Judo - she's trained in hand to hand Carmencita doesn't need a brand She meets her own demands Carmencita doesn't need a band Her song is her walk and her dance - she simply stands No Carmencita doesn't need a man She is her own romance She's climbing the stairs to her paper room She's shedding her lines for the black new moon Blooming in the dark she always gets her mark Just gotta find it gotta find It Hey Carmencita can I be your fan I used to be famous but you're the real man Hey Carmencita I wish I could dance Wish I was my romance ♪ Sometimes you gotta take the uptrain down And put on the face of a man to fool the clowns But Carmencita she can take the heat she gets her window seat While here I am staring at the wall Looking for faces stained in dry water falls I used to have a pretty little view (until) I got the billboard blues I'm combing the trash for my paper goods I'm honing right in on some rotten wood Blooming in the dark of a public park Can't seem to find it why can't I find it Hey Carmencita can I be your fan I used to be famous but you're the real man Hey Carmencita I wish I could dance Oh I would dance, how would dance, if I was my romance We're based in Helena, Montana.

We started playing music, in a Bossa Nova band.

And, Max had a jazz trio, and I started sitting in, and I, I really loved, Bossa Nova and singing in Portuguese.

And, so we just kind of started doing that, and we became a Bossa Nova band, and, then gradually we started adding some original music and, and then we became this, Max Hatt and Edda Glass.

I always say when you when you put a vocal in a band, you can't go back to, it's hard to go back to instrumental music because it's so much more accessible.

All of our original music starts as solo guitar pieces.

I write lyrics often times in the car when we're driving around Montana.

You know, you look out the window and you kind of have this frame that's kind of panning across this mountainous landscape.

it's been a privilege to to write lyrics for his songs and to be able to sing them.

And it's, it's kind of cool how they turn into something else.

But they still, for me, retain a lot of what, you know, the feeling of the instrumental ones.

♪ You put me up with the criminals- hey my face should be on a stamp Everyone wants to be wanted, I guess this is my last best chance.

Come on posse me to trial, But you flew on by- My palomino child You took my breath away took my breath away A vision of the wild in the frosty sage Sometimes a little lead or asphalt Gets stuck inside your skin We might wish we'd had it out But who knows of such a surgeon?

With the heart so close You gotta make the most Of time unwinding and oyster love I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave I don't want to leave you anything but pearls.

I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave I don't want to leave you anything but pearls.

♪ Sometimes a little lead or asphalt Gets stuck inside your skin We might wish we'd had it out But who knows of such a surgeon?

With the heart so close You gotta make the most Of time unwinding and oyster love I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave I don't want to leave you anything but pearls.

I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave I don't want to leave you anything but pearls.

My best pearls, my best pearls My best pearls, my best pearls My best pearls, my best pearls My best pearls, my best pearls ♪ ♪ ♪ Come away - I'll show you my sweet penny face Got time to kill no time to - create Lay me a sky lay me a table I'll be your kite your too long ladle Come on wade with me in the shallows In my shoes, sure, hide your valuables Because waves will knock you off your feet on the beach all those sweet kids are thieves We will dine on a custom fragrance we will fly on winged equations we will lie on sticky paper we will die a little later But won't you make do babe won't you sing those blues, no one sings like you, won't you sing it, sing it Won't you please make do, babe won't you sing those blues, no one sings like you, won't you sing sing it sing it, sing it sing it sing it, sing ♪ I was a lonely sailor drifting Siren song set my hair lifting Like the voice of Christmas past T'was air whistling from my raft My heart is full of wax and wane pass off my cracks as healthy veins I will not burn under the flame I'll simply run into the drain It's standing still that breaks the statue Sincere wishes lead to tattoos Try to fix the rate of truth you find your wage is paid in cashews My heart's full of tidal pools stranded minnows flashing jewels muscled moons and muffled wolves shrunken wool and special tools But won't you please make do babe won't you sing those blues, no one sings like you, won't you sing it sing it Won't you please make do, babe won't you sing those blues, no one sings like you, won't you sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it blue ♪ There're times, I think I smell the earth, when everything's shut under- Everyone else is waiting for the thaw- on me the wind blows soft- It's all for you.

I know, this spring is in my mind, a trick of trickled time- Occasionally summer visits me in fall- A private matter after all - Is that you I saw?

Did I hear you call?

But you can't go back home again, they say- I say, sometimes it comes your way.

Last March, I was digging in the the yard- I found a small painted horse, lost for good and maybe mourned, till now, like a bottle on the shore, message blurred, but it all returns.

♪ Now you can't go back home again, they say- I say, sometimes it comes your way.

There're times, I think I smell the earth, when everything's shut under- lost for good and maybe mourned, till now, like a bottle on the shore, message blurred, but it all returns.

I'll wait for you.

All for you.

All for you.

I'm dusty as the cotton In a ragged texas field But I cling to no dry flowerhead Nor fingers wet with sweat No convict will long-bag me yet Better we both had fled No child will spin me No machine will grip me, I'll be no graphic-T for you to brand Hmmm hmmm hmmm We never saw the burning cities A perfect storm of low humidity high winds, no visibility We're driving down a brown cloud the barricades are coming out Hmmm hmmm hmmm When we stopped we still flew on Like a starship in a game On the road a dry mist flows the windshield goes hyperspace Hmmm hmmm hmmm They let us out at midnight No one knows what's been hit No sign to tip me no moonshine has lit me no no line to get behind The bridges burn on every side Outlined by an engineer's eye We took the long slide ♪ I must have found that river wide For I am cleaner than my hide Far above wink ruby lights And pearly turbine wings on high The camel hills keep shifting and going by Oh wings glide in and out of sight As everything takes flight Hmmm hmmm hmmm But I have no need of such power Just inherit me the wind That you are turning into light A little breeze a little puff a little sneeze, oh just a breath of air A little breeze a little puff a little sneeze, oh just a breath of air Oh take me I don't need Just give me Oh take me I don't need Just give me Moving across the water Moving across the water ♪ The house burned flat But there's a door jam here and there and here And the cellar stair going on down I could walk through walls But out of respect I walk in halls Looking only where a window was to see the blackened yard But if I let my gaze go too far I seem to cause alarm The people living there They say they've rebuilt And started new quilts But their fingers are black They keep touching artifacts I walk in halls Between the walls I still recall Once I tried to tell them gently But they got mad then very kind Told me that they loved me, and I should try to rest my mind.

I didn't mention it again They say they've rebuilt But they're walkin' on stilts Above the melted glass Over nails in the ash I'm walking halls between the walls I still recall And at night the rain is in my face No shingles will stop its fall And the light it keeps me up till dawn shining from down the hall ♪ And at night the rain is in my face No shingles will stop its fall And the light it keeps me up till dawn shining from down the hall I didn't mention it again They say they've rebuilt But they're walkin' on stilts Above the melted glass Over nails in the ash I'm walking halls between the walls I still recall And at night the rain is in my face No shingles will stop its fall And the light it keeps me up till dawn shining from down the hall And at night the rain is in my face The light shines down the hall