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Roots and Wings

by Antonio Lopez

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Nesting on the bookshelf Marking my place in a story just begun A photograph from the early chapters Of a metal band without a drum It was the summer of 1999 First I held a guitar on stage About the time I get nostalgic Is when I know it’s time to turn the page I thought I was flying like a bird But I was just falling Aloft wings of wax I heard a voice calling I rose up to the sound A calm and mystic realm Thought I was flying like a bird Leafing through the photos Getting down, flight feathers coming in The Red Hot Chili Peppers catalog was my book of hymns It was the summer of 2001 In a garage on south San Juan Taking myself too seriously I should of just had more fun I thought I was flying like a bird But I was just falling Aloft wings of wax I heard a voice calling I rose up to the sound A calm and mystic realm Thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I was flying like a bird Pulling back the plastic sheet To add the photos from last night I could tell from the look on Chad’s face That the band was sounding tight That’s when it struck me Glory is less important than grace The resonance is inside of me It’s not something for me to chase If there’s one thing that I’ve learned Since my hands first touched these strings It’s that birds don’t dream of flying They just flap their wings I thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I’m just falling Aloft wings of wax I hear a voice calling I rise up to the sound A calm and mystic realm Thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I’m flying like a bird I thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I’m just falling Aloft wings of wax I heard a voice calling I rose up to the sound A calm and mystic realm Thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I’m flying like a bird
3.
Mama gave me roots Daddy gave me wings Mama gave me breath Dad taught me to sing Mama gave me air Daddy gave me a feather Mama knew the seasons Dad knew the weather Mama gave me roots Daddy gave me wings Mama gave me breath Dad taught me to sing Mama gave me sun Daddy gave me shade Mama was light Dad knew what darkness weighed Dad knew what darkness weighed I am a hair On an upside down tree I am a branch In my family Mama gave me roots Daddy gave me wings Mama gave me breath Dad taught me to sing
4.
Highway 160 Across La Veta Pass Past The Acorn Where we stopped for gas The smell of piñon That earthy note of fall Going, going to the city After we’d fill up We’d catch I-25 World starts spinning faster Further east of the divide So when you grow up You dream of when you were young But in those days you couldn’t wait for these to come Going, going to the city Going, going to the city Going, going to the city Further up north More scars upon the land Zeros and ones Replace the heart and the hand Is this a plot twist, or is it part of the plan? To grow further from nature is the nature of the man Going, going to the city Going, going to the city Going, going to the city To grow further from nature is the nature of the man To grow further from nature is the nature of the man To grow further from nature is the nature of the man To grow further from nature is the nature of the man Going, going to the city Going, going to the city Going, going to the city
5.
My inability to find the words Doesn’t change the way I feel I love my crazy family And I always will I know I seldom call on the phone And at times you feel all alone You’re on my mind more than you know Walking beside me wherever I go Yet on our paths, we march alone The hurt of the past is frost on our bones To hold it in is to drown in the well It’s time to listen to each other and the truth that we tell Days turn to weeks, weeks into years The lump in my throat is words nobody hears Still hope springs, inside my chest Trickling through the cracks of the mess We share red blood cells, white ones too I wanna share my world with you I wanna share hope, even despair Cause without love what is there? Yet on our paths, we march alone The hurt of the past is frost on our bones To hold it in is to drown in the well It’s time to listen to each other and the truth that we tell If I drove all through the night And showed up at your door Would you let me in to talk? Or would you say that you’ve heard it all before? Yet on our own paths, we march alone The hurt of the past is frost on our bones To hold it in is to drown in the well It’s time to listen to each other and the truth that we tell It’s time to listen
6.
The new warrior needs no sword For her heart is made of stillness Draws no borders and claims no flags Just expands her lungs with fullness The weapons that she wields Are compassion and insight It’s not a battle between the good guys and the bad guys We all contain the shadows and the light The new warrior lays down her pride And opens her heart to listen Uses her quiver of words carefully A sentry on a cushion The weapons that she wields Are compassion and insight It’s not a battle between the good guys and the bad guys We all contain the shadows and the light Take off your armor Let your light shine Break down the barriers They’re only in your mind Take off your armor Let your light shine Break down the barriers They’re only in your mind Only in your mind Only in your mind They’re only in your mind Only in your mind The heat of compassion can burn us up Gotta temper it with cool wisdom From that space we can understand The radical interdependence of all systems The weapons that we wield Are compassion and insight It’s not a battle between the good guys and the bad guys We all contain the shadows and the light We all contain the shadows and the light
7.
I took you out on a picnic You weren’t a walk in the park The bread was too light The chocolate too dark All those stinky cheeses That fancy french wine I spent all my money Trying to make you mine You said that it was too much too soon It was too much too soon I wrote you a ten page letter You sent me back a sticky note You said that it was too much too soon I sprayed a mist of my cologne on the pages Used a wax seal too All that romance don’t mean nothing If you don’t love me too You said that it was too much too soon It was too much too soon I sent you a dozen roses Like the commercials say to do You said that it was too much too soon I spent the extra bucks on the vase Flower food too All that romance don’t mean nothing If you don’t love me too 
 Drove past your place Hoping to stop and say how are you But you were saying goodbye Kissing someone new You said that it was too much too soon It was too much too soon You said that it was too much too soon It was too much too soon
8.
'42 Ford 03:53
Jacob Jeffrey Jones Was a triple threat Had his pick of the girls in the twelfth grade Kathleen Susan Clark Was his drug of choice He lived to take her out on a Friday night Bagging groceries Saving up his cash To buy a car for the drive-in movies But there's no such thing as a ‘42 Ford No such thing as a ‘42 No such thing as a ‘42 Ford Old Henry wasn't building cars that year Every science class Jacob passed her notes Scribbled lines about his plans Underneath the stars He could hold her hand As they watched the silver screen Bagging groceries Saving up his cash To buy a car for the drive-in movies But there's no such thing as a ‘42 Ford No such thing as a ‘42 No such thing as a 42' Ford Old Henry wasn't building cars that year Walking after school Jacob checks the mail No love letters just a notice Time to go to war Serve your Uncle Sam Time to go and be a man With his last goodbye Came a wedding ring “I’ll be back for the drive-in movies” But there's no such thing as a 42' Ford No such thing as a ‘42 No such thing as a 42' Ford Old Henry wasn't building cars that year Old Henry wasn't building cars that year
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Kettle on the gas stove Dwelling made of sand Shadow of a porch light The flicker of a fan Every room just like a hallway No comfy chair to plop Skeletons in the closet Next to the broom and mop That old house ain’t home no more That old house wasn’t a home That old house ain’t home no more That old house wasn’t a home Dishes in the kitchen Lots of time in the sink Solitary dinners Gave lots of time to think Ghosts in the floorboards Time can hear them all A pale imitation Echoing each footfall That old house ain’t home no more That old house wasn’t a home That old house ain’t home no more That old house wasn’t a home Fully loaded U-haul Setting sun is near Driving through the darkness Looking in the rear-view mirror That old house ain’t home no more That old house wasn’t a home That old house ain’t home no more That old house wasn’t a home Kettle on the gas stove
10.
You have fire I have rain A taste of wonder in my mouth Like tapas in Spain You have earth I have air Like food and water We're the perfect pair Our love is elemental Not elementary No more complex than it needs to be Our love is elemental Not elementary No more complex than it needs to be No simpler, could we You have flames A tinderbox Combine with water For the building blocks You have soil Rich and pure A calming breath Whenever you're near Our love is elemental Not elementary No more complex than it needs to be Our love is elemental Not elementary No more complex than it needs to be No simpler You have fire I have rain A taste of wonder in my mouth Like tapas in Spain You have earth I have air Like food and water We're the perfect pair Our love is elemental Not elementary No more complex than it needs to be Our love is elemental Not elementary No more complex than it needs to be No simpler could we
11.
Barefoot ballerina in the tall green grass Eyes that sparkle like the sprinkles on a cake Mama's scarfs are a makeshift tutu The stage is this side of the rake Crusted jam on her flailing fingertips Neon boogers in her nose Chuckling like a chasing chipmunk She feels the rhythm in her toes Sway in the sun Twirling in time Like a swan in a lake she has an easy and natural grace Summer song on a carefree dreamy day Soaring silver stereo Pot belly and a saggy diaper butt That she shakes from to and fro She spins like her mermaid mobile That hangs above her bed When she sleeps it waltzes above her Into the dreams in her head Sway in the sun Twirling in time Like a swan in a lake she has an easy and natural grace Like a swan in a lake she has an easy and natural grace Years have passed now she's twenty two years older Got a dancer of her own She wears a gilded golden gown with pink polka dots One her nana had sewn Her daughter falls down and gets right back up May she always be this way Growing like a sunflower in July More like her mother everyday Sway in the sun Twirling in time Like a swan in a lake she has an easy and natural grace
12.
Brother Moon 03:43
I am brother moon I am sister sun Won't you just come out? Won't you just come? Out from mother's earth See your father’s eyes Won't you just come out? Won't you just come? Your aunts were all stars Their light shines from long ago Uncle a big black hole He burned out I can't see ya But I know you’re there I can feel ya Reflecting I can't see ya But I know you’re there I can feel ya Protecting We have watched you grow Though we've yet to know Won't you just come out? Won't you just come? When we plant the seed The seasons stop to bleed Won't you just come out? Won't you just come? Through all space and time The gravity of now An assembly of dust Until we rust I can't see ya But I know you’re there I can feel ya Reflecting I can't see ya But I know you’re there I can feel ya Protecting

about

I was born and raised in Alamosa, in the high desert of The San Luis Valley in southern Colorado. Since 2012, I've been living in Longmont. I was green as they come when I first arrived on The Front Range, full of that naive small-town optimism. The first job I had was as a night janitor in the public schools, trying to hustle my first gigs in a new music scene. Over the past decade, I've released three albums independently and this record, Roots and Wings, is my fourth.

The seeds of this album were planted in the late summer of 2018 as my wife Georgia and I were flying back from our honeymoon. We went to Vancouver Island in Canada. I picked up a free newspaper called The New Agora with an article about stepping into this new form of masculinity and fatherhood with a quote from Goethe that hit me in the gut…”There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children, one of these is roots, the other, wings”. I read these words as I was in the airplane, flying miles above the ground. Tearing up as I reminisced on my childhood and all the sacrifices my parents made in order for me and my siblings to have a better life than they had.

I am the youngest of five children. My mother is a retired second grade school teacher who dedicated her life to educating generations of youth. She grew up the youngest of eleven children. Her father never learned to read or write and started working in the coal mines of Southern Colorado at a young age. My father is an activist and attorney. He and his brother Reyes became lawyers in order to amplify the voices of oppressed people during the Chicano Civil Rights Movement in the 1960's and 70’s. During this time, the FBI formed a secret branch called COINTELPRO aimed at infiltrating and disrupting domestic social movements. They often used illegal tactics, and it is believed that these operations lead to the death of my uncle Reyes in a mysterious car bombing at Chautauqua Park in Boulder, CO in 1974. The way they tried to silence my dad was trumping up false charges, forcing him into exile and into relinquishing his license to practice law for over ten years. He was later exonerated of all charges and gained his license back, but the shadows of these events still loom over my family.

Even though these events happened before I was born, they are an important part of my story. I choose to share them with you because I feel the past informs the present. However, I believe the future is not defined by the past. Each of us alive right now are the link between the past and the future. It is now our time. Our time to speak our truth. My songs come from my ancestors. My ancestors still exist because I am here. They exist inside of me. They exist through me. Basically, I am their dream. The life I am able to lead is a life they could only dream of having. When I sing, I’m adding my voice to their voice. Joining them in both words and actions for a better tomorrow. A better tomorrow for me. A better tomorrow for you. A better tomorrow for ALL of us.

-Antonio

credits

released January 1, 2021

produced and mixed by Mark Venezia
recorded at Wind Over The Earth - Longmont, CO July-September 2019
mastered by Jim Wilson Mastering - Longmont, CO

The Band
Chad E. Mathis - bass and vocals
Joshua Thomas - drums
Jonathan Sadler -marimba, vibraphone, aux percussion
Antonio Lopez - guitar, vocals, piano, organ
Kyle Donovan- guitar, vocals
Kate Farmer - vocals

with special guests:
Enion Tiller - cello
Mark Venezia - lap steel, vocals
Women’s chorus on "Going to the City":
Trish Applegate-Loetz, Liz Berube, Giselle Collazo,
Kate Farmer, Pamela Machala, Jeanne McAdara,
Laura Paige, Carly Ricks Smith, Lyla Yaner


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