Music

The Police is at My Door

“KNOCKIN’ ON HELL’S DOOR”

Words & Music by Alba Céspedes

(Spoken) Hey, is there anyone inside?
Please I want to enter!
It’s been a long time since I wanted to come here…
Dad, are you here? Aooh!

Driving down the highway
Feeling like a rolling rock
Riding down my evil way
Going down, electric shock!

A long black cloud is coming down
Hey mama, I won’t see you no more
Lightning’s flashing all around
Feel like I’m knockin’ on hell’s door

[CHORUS]
Yes I’m rockin’, yes I’m shockin’
Knock, Knock, Knockin
On hell’s door
Yes I’m rockin’, yes I’m shockin’
Knock, Knock, Knockin
On hell’s door, on hell’s door, on hell’s door, hey yeah

Hey, I am very pleased to meet you
I bet you can guess my name
Have you come here to pay your dues?
Then you are at the right place

Been playin’ in a rockin’ band
All my friends are in the underworld
Can I enter to the Promised Land?
Yes I’m knockin’ at your door

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Driving down the highway
Feeling like a rolling rock
Riding down my evil way
Going down, electric shock!

A long black cloud is coming down
Hey mama, I won’t see you no more
Lightning’s flashing all around
Feel like I’m knockin’ on hell’s door

[CHORUS] x 2

Though this is a bit crowded, I think
There’s still some room for you to come in

“BEATLESS”

Words & Music by Alba Céspedes

My guitar is weeping
But I’m feeling fine
I’m just letting it be
Like any day in my life

Yesterday was different
Please don’t let me down
I needed love and some help
Then the sun came out

[CHORUS]
But we are beatless
Across the universe
It’s no time for being lonely, lonely, no,
It’s time to show your loving to the world

Hey come together, just twist and shout
Now and forever, we can work it out

Something in my dreams
Makes me fly like Lucy
You know what I mean
Makes me sail under the sea

It’s been so hard to come
Cause I work eight days a week
But when I get back home
I’m alright if I can feel the beat

[CHORUS]

Hey come together, just twist and shout
Now and forever, we can work it out

But we are beatless,
But we are beatless
Beatless, beatless….

“THE POLICE IS AT MY DOOR”

Words & Music by Alba Céspedes

There was a time I fell in loneliness
I looked around and I found no escape
A message in a bottle without address
Came to me one day in the east cape

I realized that I was lost again
But I won’t put on the red light anymore
I don’t wanna be the queen of pain
Cause the police is at my door

[CHORUS]
Now my soul knows the right thing to do
Now my soul knows the right thing
Now my soul knows the right thing to do
Now my soul knows the right thing

I won’t walk the streets for money
I’m going to take my make up off
I was too blind to see the thruth, honey
Cause the police is at my door

The police is at my door
Waiting for me to come
Police is at my door
Waiting for me to come
Waiting ‘n waiting ‘n waiting ‘n waiting
Waiting ‘n waiting ‘n waiting baby
Police is at my door
Waiting for me to come

[CHORUS] x2

“SLOWHAND CALLING”

Words & Music by Alba Céspedes

Young Ricky, blues-obssesed boy
Practicing was your private joy
Raised on a big lie
Once you collapsed deep in the dark
But you found in the blues a helping-hand

[CHORUS]
Come on, it’s only you and the guitar
Onstage you’re the only shining star
The crowd is engaged in a slow-hand clapping
Let them hear, let them hear, the Slowhand Calling

You’ve found your way through night and day
You’ve found your way through love and pain
You’ve brought your truth to your blues
This is something you can’t refuse
Listenin’ with your heart is just an art

[CHORUS]

Time won’t have you begging please
You won’t fall again on your knees
You have suffered enough
Now Heaven listens to every note
Hey Reptile let’s change the world

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