Renewing Rock N Roll  is the first single from the upcoming E.P. "Prince of Rock" by Saulo Oliveira S.

Renewing Rock N Roll

MacNeil

No matter where you’re going
No matter how you feel
You’ve got no way of knowing
Sex Magick is the deal


And I’m feeling like Regan
I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil
Doesn’t matter what you may do
The devil in me seems so real


And I’m feeling like Regan
I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil
Doesn’t matter what you may do
This orgiastic ritual will conceal

Uhum...
That’s how I feel


Let’s make this orgy celebration
In a Jack Parsons lookalike
Do crucifix masturbation
Is your head spinning or is it just the hype?


The nymphs are wet and high
Playing finger pie,
Which is an old school slang of a sexual sty
So don’t be shy, it’s thick enough to widen the sacred entrance and the unholy exit till you cry

And I am...
I am...
I’m feeling
Humm...

I’m feeling like Regan
I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil
Doesn’t matter what you may do
The devil in me seems so real

I’m feeling like Regan 
I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil

Humm...
That’s how I feel
That’s how I feel
That’s how we feel

I’m feeling like Regan 
Just like Reagan MacNeil

Is that for really real?
Is she really real?
Regan... MacNeil

Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Prince of Rock

Macneil

You can get the lyrics at 

https://www.lyrics.com/sublyric/123505/Saulo+Oliveira+S./Renewing+Rock+N+Roll

Lyrics

That Liar Never Walked on the Water 

 

Since from the beginning 

With a charming or beguiling 

Narrative to men of tilling 

With frown, brown, unsmiling, 

This creation tale is defiling  

And kinda stealing and revealing  

A compiling feeling that’s appealing  

To a big filling of quintessential lies spinning  

 

Suck on my modern manifesto that will free 

You from idolatry, whatever this idolatry may be,  

Established traditionally, that always put you jeopardy,  

Hear circumstances to make you drop fences, fuck defenses 

And dances around a symbol,  

Overrated legends need get trimble,  

Stop pray and go to wash a cymbal,  

Fuck the hymnal 

 

But their water can never wash my brain,  

And if you throw your helmet they’re gonna wash yours again,  

They don’t bluff in vain,  

Cause the real water comes from a speech rain,  

Or is it a dogma train? 

 

God created man right after man created God 

How come you don’t see Catholic Church has the nod?  

Theirs are the money rod,  

Rotten frog, 

A barking Cerberus dog, 

(No fucking way) 

The Holy Father shit, 

The spirit holy creep 

(No fucking way) 

And the fagot sexual submissive son,  

Amen, my blasphemy is done 

(No fucking way) 

 

 

No fucking way 

 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked… 

(On the water) 

 

Never 

Never 

Never 

Never 

Never 

Never 

Never… 

 

 

Nun, father 

Good and evil 

A virgin daughter 

Sex is criminal 

Fuck Mohammed 

Fuck the Mormons 

Damn Ganhesha 

(What’s your idol?) 

 

What’s your idol? 

Billy Idol? 

Fuck him too 

Even Episcopalian from Kalamazoo 

Well, and I got no watchamacallit 

So…	 

 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

Fuck it all 

 

Fuck it all… 

People on knees for the god that they made 

Are adoring their selves, lack of laid 

If they can lie and pretend that can walk on the water  

You can fly, walk on clouds and be a vegetarian slaughterer 

Or open your mouth and the fecal matter of theocracy may not bother, you swallower 

 

Rage against the age 

Of damages though the page in cage,  

Thoughts in cage, 

Never say,  

Bound and pray,  

Three a day,  

The narrow way,  

Is that okay? 

 

And when the independent thought alarm clocks  

Because they are scanning and reading your subversive thoughts,  

That’s how you know your time is done 

Science got some answers, faith got none 

I thought it was Middle Ages, but it’s 2021 

 

Down the system, kill, break, ache, take, rape, fake, date, give, beat, born, die, reap, sown, quit, splash, suck, tuck, hate, swing, shout, punch, smash, abort, sail, stay, away, beg, borrow, touch, eat, meat, distrust, fight, burn a bible, stab a Jew, start a war, dark revolution, helter skelter, contribution, fuck the capitalist institution 

 

 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water 

No way, that liar never walked on the water

That Liar Never Walked on the Water

That Liar Never Walked On The Water

Lyrics

Monolith 

 

Hello there, minstrel man 

Twas some letter at three Am  

How existence does exist?  

It sends shivers on my pith  

It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith   

  
Trinkets and scars put into jars  

Are space and time a microlith?  

There was always life on Mars  

Now your name is Aslöu Smith  

It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith  

  
Look, a cellar door revealed  

It’s a pity they are all blind  

Steady pyramids concealed   

It doesn’t get me surprised  

It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith  

  
Secrets locked in my chest  

White satin future dispersed   

Tomorrow holds keys to past  

Fleeting, floating, unrehearsed   

What is it gone underneath?  

It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith  

  

  

  

On the hillside I saw some kelp  

White foaming waves into black rocks  

The lighthouse keeper couldn’t help  

To fear the coastal Manichaeism shock   

Down to Gehenna or up to the fifth  

It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith  

  
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor  

No more rich, ain’t no poor  

Rusty gears and skin so paler  

In alongshore a raconteur  

He is coming and coming with   

With a long, long gone myth, lift trough monolith  

  

In my begging is my end   

End of this age that fucking stands  

It sends shivers on my pith  

Why existence does insist?  

It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith

Monolith

Lyrics

MacNeil 
 

No matter where you’re going 

No matter how you feel 

You’ve got no way of knowing 

Sex Magick is the deal 

 
 

And I’m feeling like Regan 

I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil 

Doesn’t matter what you may do 

The devil in me seems so real 

 
 

And I’m feeling like Regan 

I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil 

Doesn’t matter what you may do 

This orgiastic ritual will conceal 

 
Uhum... 

That’s how I feel 

 
 

Let’s make this orgy celebration 

In a Jack Parsons lookalike 

Do crucifix masturbation 

Is your head spinning or is it just the hype? 

 
 

The nymphs are wet and high 

Playing finger pie, 

Which is an old school slang of a sexual sty 

So don’t be shy, it’s thick enough to widen the sacred entrance and the unholy exit till you cry 

 

And I am... 

I am... 

I’m feeling 

Humm... 

 

I’m feeling like Regan 

I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil 

Doesn’t matter what you may do 

The devil in me seems so real 

 

I’m feeling like Regan  

I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil 

 

Humm... 

That’s how I feel 

That’s how I feel 

That’s how we feel 

 

I’m feeling like Regan  

Just like Reagan MacNeil 

 

Is that for really real? 

Is she really real? 

Regan... MacNeil 

 

Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Acid Lemonade


It all starts with you lying in your bed

The lamp across the room illuminates your empty gaze, in the half-light. 
You’re drinking while wishing the lemonade had sulphuric acid in it
It’s been a long journey, from nothing to nothing, nowhere to nowhere

Suddenly, you just don't care anymore because you figured out the relevance of our existence: It doesn't exist

You pretend you're playing the game
“How are you doing? “I’m fine”, which is just one of the answers that the system programs all the brainwashed puppets to say from the uterus and hides that you gave up looking for the true answers

Your days are vanishing in the acquaintance with the concept that the origin of everything was a calculated accident
Which inspires the consequent understanding that there is some sort of prearrangement about the planet whirling silently in space

And then comes the routine of boredom wrapped in the repetition of meaningless activities with no inherent purpose

You’re chained to the formula, attached to the machine

Gradually the things that made you get out of bed every day, are vaporised into thousands of particles of disinterest and the goals you believed in are now all pointless

If you eat the food it has no taste, whether you breathe it or not it makes no difference, whether you are praised or scolded it makes no difference. Tears in the rain

At some point, you want to sleep for decades and, guess what, it ends up happening. Then you wake up only to discover that you're in a dream within a dream, within a dream… within a dream…

Reality is a fiction… simulation 

It was all inside us, liquid days that slipped through our fingers
They leak in kindergarten, they leak in traffic, they leak in the lack of talks at the dinner table
Then there's that age when flashes pop through your mind, random images of pathetic moments

Everything you've done, big or small, will dissolve in time

No one reaps what they’ve sown, time is the real reaper and that’s why in the end you’ll end up in the beginning, back to the void you came from

The lamp burns out
You’re sunk in bed no longer in half-light
You’re engulfed by darkness, from within and outside

And at the end of each thought you stretch your arms trying to reach that light that your subconscious tells you that is at the end of the tunnel

But there is no light at the end of the tunnel because… What if this tunnel is Ton 618?



Acid Lemonade

NIGHTHAWKS


When the boreal colours of Eden's horizon got long overdue, 
I ate my eyes raw so I could digest that Tiffany blue 

Our spaceship is cyan and white
Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way 
High stellar overdrive
Lift off tonight

Our spaceship is cyan and white
Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way 
High stellar overdrive
Lift off tonight

There’s a black hole in everything’s heart,
That’s how the light goes out to dark 

And if it’s darker long before the dawn 
It will get darker and darker forevermore 

I’d rather see the rigs of Saturn in your eyes than the sun that never sets in the land of the cool
Stardust teleport the kids from school

On my Chevy Malibu
I am playing on an oddity
Digging into you, no longer blue

Our spaceship is cyan and white
Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way 
High stellar overdrive
Lift off tonight

Our spaceship is cyan and white
Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way 
High stellar overdrive
Lift off tonight

Nighthawks

WATCHMEN


Hide yourself inside that cold feeling
The machine won, the machine is winning
The Beverly Hills Hotel has no exit
You won’t be forgotten, you’ll never forget it 

The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen 
If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen?
Who are gods consulting themselves with? 
Why all the young girls are now praising Lilith? 

Dominion is set upon every mind
The maze has no easy way out to find

The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen 
If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? 
There’ll always be more than meets the eye 
Hail the lord, the Lord Of The Flies

The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen
If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen?

Who watches the watchmen? 
Who watches the watchmen?
Who watches the watchmen? 
Who watches the watchmen?

Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep?
Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep?
Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep?
Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep?
Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep?
Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep?

Hide yourself inside that cold feeling
The machine won, the machine is winning
The Beverly Hills Hotel has no exit
You won’t be forgotten, you’ll never forget it 

The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen 
If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen?

Another non-disclosure-agreement
As if I were such a well-known singer
Withstanding my raised middle finger


Watchmen

MIDDLE FINGER


Serendipitously raised middle finger
Crossed hearts and hope have died
Running the quay, groundbreaking stringer
Seems scorned as a nonplussed tongue-tied

All worthless nights, detached broken sinew 
Forfeited lust on to-do lists, lust lies anew 
Nadir and the goal falls short of the reach 
Neither shore nor beach got elicit speech 

Then isolation is what it is 
I’m a mariner adrift in an ocean of gods

A wide-ranging vision, bliss 
Blissful silence wipes dreadful odds 

All bothered, depth, darkening-blur season 
Even Elysian fields, wood-thrush, no reason 
If all times lead to a bowsprit quest, 
That’s how subtle the quarrel test 

Needly barefoot through the woods at last 
Which is no more than a state of mind 
Waterfalls of aloofness ambush in a vast 
In a vast but west rootless corner of a kind 

Isolation makes way for bliss 
Enthroned thrilled shivered pith 
All limerence towards me, the abyss 
Abyssal bewilderment, zenith
Collusion in pattern gets this 
Enthroned thrilled shivered pith 

What a wide vision this is 
Thrived bewilderment, Heathcliff (Zenith)

Mind over matter forever and ever
Innuendos to dismiss what it is and whats not 
Nile waters wet the lawn of a heart’s weather 
Dismissing scene: your goal fails the hilltop 

When I’m dreaming and then I realise I’m dreaming and decide to do whatever I want inside that dream, do I have control of that dream or am I just dreaming that I have control? (Reversed)


Middle Finger

HILLTOP


You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

And it grinds my gears how in the middle of the night that sleep paralysis wraps itself around me… Around me…

That sleep paralysis
Sleep paralysis
Sleep paralysis
Sleep paralysis
Sleep paralysis
Sleep paralysis

You’re just a cog 24/7, lost in dreams about the westward
You’re just a cog 24/7, lost in dreams about the westward

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder 
which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so…

You reach the top of the hill 
You reach the top of the hill
You reach the top of the hill, lost in dreams about the westward


Hilltop

WESTWARD


It was more than a season 
But I just cannot tell
Cause I’ve got lack of eloquence 
And all the words are on the run 

I glimpsed what thousand oceans 
Of countless verbs have not become 

Maybe I’ve made up my mind 
Flying away can’t hold a candle to 
Waking feeling the ground, touching the pastures of green 
Avoiding all of the scheme 
Of this crazy machine

I’m just in doubt moving forward 
Is there still a light to the westward?
Is there still a light to the westward?


Westward

MAZE


Heading for the end
And ending up on the start 
Daedalus’s dead ends are your desire’s deadline 

When I’m dreaming and then I realise I’m dreaming and decide 
To do whatever I want inside that dream, do I have control
Of that dream or am I just dreaming that I have control? 

If you’ve heard this before, three songs ago, 
Aren’t you
Trapped too 
And just don’t know? 

Anytime you like you can make the checkout 
But won’t find 
The way out

Anytime you like you can make the checkout 
But won’t find 
The way out

Anytime you like you can make the checkout 
But won’t find 
The way out

Anytime you like you can make the checkout 
But won’t find 
The way out

I don’t know how to escape from this
And you don’t know how to be free
We are trapped inside this shit
We are trapped inside this fucking hell

Where is the exit door?
Why is it the floor keeps stretching?
Stretching
Stretching

Anytime you like you can make the checkout 
But won’t find 
The way out

Anytime you like you can make the checkout 
But won’t find 
The way out

If you can make your mind to drop out and leave, then…
Do gears know they are gears?

If you can make your mind to drop out and leave, then…
Do gears know they are gears?

Over and over
And over…

Maze

LEMONADE ACID


There’s a black hole in everything’s heart, that’s how the light goes out to dark

Dominion is set upon every mind 
The maze has no easy way out to find 

If all times lead to a bowsprit quest 
That’s how subtle the quarrel test 

You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge bolder
Which falls all the way down then you start to rolling it again
Maybe I’ve made up my mind

Where’s the exit door?
Why is it the floor keeps stretching?

Do I overthink a lot because my mind is like a corridor in which every exit door ends up on a new corridor? 
Like walking an endless alley at 3 am in a lucid dream? 

How far does this tunnel extends? 
Am I too messy and I don’t get along with people because they don’t look at things the way I do 
Or was I just born unsympathetically nonchalant? 

What if you actually never was born? 
What if you’re a steam of consciousness from a distant intelligence from another dimension? 

Isn’t it convenient that none of us remember being born? 

If we live in a simulation, why does the programmer allow us to question the programming 
And be aware that we are just a bunch of zeros and ones? 

If God was created by Adam, who made Adam? 
And who’s the who from whom he comes from and so on and on and on? 
How lucid is the dream? 
How long have we’ve been asleep? 
Is there a way out? 

In the journey to find the ultimate answers that would solve all things in existence, 
I’ve been told that a wise old man who lives at the top of a mountain, 
In a heath near a cliff, had what I was looking for 

Eventually, I got there, knocked at his door, his name is Heathcliff,
I said I was there for the answers and he said he already knew it 

And as I leaned to hear it better from his whispering peaceful voice 
My sight got stuck at a scene I glimpsed over his shoulder, 
Of thousands of skeletons and dead bodies lying down there, 
Swaying mechanically in the sea 
Whilst foaming waves pushed them against the rocks at the corner of the mountain 

I asked and he told me that that was just inevitable 
As by the moment one listens the great and undisputed truth of it all 
About the meaning of life and so on

 “The acknowledgment of the informations I give 
Hit the nervous system like a parasite that grows in seconds 
And by reaching its peak the reaction of jumping off the cliff is inescapable” 
So “Yes”, he explained, “You’ll have the whole knowledge ever desirable
And will know everything, but mind you that it will last half a minute 
Before you’re gone for good”

So now, he leaned towards me 
And proceeded to begin telling me the answers I was searching for so long 

My mind stretched tons with the information, just like he said 
I gazed for long years into the abyss, the abyss also gazed into me
I jumped and as I drowned the last beat of pulse in me left the body 

I was gone

Then, I heard a siren ethereal voice singing over the waters
And I immediately started to float back to the surface

I was back

Heathcliff told me “that never happened before”

It's been a long journey from nowhere to nowhere, nothing to nothing
It al ends with you lying in your bed
The lamp across the room illuminates your empty gaze in the half light

You drink and know the dream has dreamt itself
Tomorrow’s bells will toll, you’ll run more fast

Perhaps, it was never just lemonade
Maybe you only remember it that way 
But you can’t tell if its the acid that was programmed to taste like sugar and now tastes like acid 
Or if its the sugar that was programmed to taste like sugar and now tastes like acid

Sugar or acid, all is one

You swallow the last drop, and finally let go: 
It was never lemonade, it was always lemonade


Lemonade Acid

RTVPR - Pt 1. Live interview at Brazilian Radio.

Participação na RTVPR. Promoting work at Brazilian Radio.

RTVPR - Pt 3. Live interview at Brazilian Radio.

LYRICS

Bigger than god

I think I must be geting insane
Cause now thousand years are a frame 
I have traveling the sea
But the deepest ocean was me 

And when I was praying in chuch 
Like an echo my voice through the earth 
Showed me that have been forgot 
That fact that Im bigger than God 

I feel like I really can't stay
For searching through looking glass
There was no shadow of a pathway
No one can't clean this mess

I hear my own voice answering my pray
I'm bigger than god in anyway

Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Bigger Than God

Bigger Than God - Live at Studio's Terrace.

LYRICS

Around the universe 
With my ship and all my CDs  
After slept with LSD
I couldn't figure it out
All that I have done
Now my little great world is donne

I'm trying and trying 
But I just can get there
Where's the answer for life
Universe and everything else?

Is it number 42?
What's else more I have to do?
Is it number 42?
What's the matter of you?

Arround the universe 
With my ship and all my CDs  
After slept with LSD
I couldn't figure it out
All that I have done
Now my little great world is donne

I'm trying and trying 
But I just can get there
Where's the answer for life
Universe and everything else?

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. 

Is it number 42?
What's else more I have to do?
Is it number 42?
What's the matter of you?

Edge of The End

Edge Of The End

LYRICS

Billionaire's Club

Yeah, Oh yeah, Oh Yeah

Finally here, you've made the grade. Now you will find your fortune falling all over the town. And I beg you to be sure that your umbrella is upside down.


Now that you've done
How does it feel?
To be a rich one
Is this real?

Now that you're here
There's no way back
You better give 
Your old blue Cadillac 

Welcome to the place
Where only some belongs
Look at your face
Now you're more than strong

And how does it feel
To be on the top
What's the thrill 
Of have your name on the block?

London' pubs 
Perhaps Liverpool's
Being in this club
Makes you give the rules

Finally here, you've made the grade
Wall Street, Rockefellers, on the stage
Finally here, don't need to turn
Cause this is the point of no return

Finally here, you've made the grade
Wall Street, Rockefellers, on the stage
Finally here, don't need to turn
Cause this is the point of no return

It's better as it came
To have it all
In the hall of fame
The money fall

This golden rain
On your town
Their umbrella ain't 
Upside down 

While their fighting 
For their fate
We have the shining 
Bigger part of the cake

To be on our side 
Is indescribable  
You should be pride
Makes you untouchable

We're never weak
We can bribe even God
It must be really sick
Doesn't even have a job

Finally here, you've made the grade
Wall Street, Rockefellers, on the stage
Finally here, don't need to turn
Cause this is the point of no return

Finally here, you've made the grade
Wall Street, Rockefellers, on the stage
Finally here, don't need to turn
Cause this is the point of no return

Now that you are here and finaly can do all want
What will be your first wish
They could not expect to find you here 
Because you started it all from your garage
Hearing The Wall and reading all those comic books
All the sucesses path are pavimented without faith 
And That's the first step to be a richness kind
We Don't believe in anything and just bribe
Don't believe and just bribe
Don't believe and just bribe
Don't believe and just bribe 

Finally here, you've made the grade
Wall Street, Rockefellers, on the stage
Finally here, don't need to turn
Cause this is the point of no return

Finally here, you've made the grade
Wall Street, Rockefellers, on the stage
Finally here, don't need to turn
Cause this is the point of no return

Now that you've done
How does it feel?
To be a rich one
Is this real?

Now that you're here
There's no way back
You better give 
Your old blue Cadillac

This is a track from my debut album called Holy Rolling Stone. Check it out on Spotify and Itunes.

Holy Rolling Stone

Billionaire' $ Club

Memphis

Memphis is not a city
Was my first guitar 
And I also can remember the old songs in my car

Our hearts was beating fast like a drum
You had to kill those gambilng man
Without a gun

Memphis is not a city
Was my first guitar
Please tell me where you have been hiding
Tell me where you are

Memphis is not a city
Was my girlfriend's codename
And now she is all alone just because of that game

Memphis is not a city
Is my State of mind
That guitar in the basement
The old friend of mine

You are here right in my arms
I'm glad to hug you Memphie
I'm glad to hug you Memphie
I'm glad to hug you Memphie

Memphis is not a city
Memphis is my whole life
Was where I played the songs
Where I learned to cry 

All my friends used to see me playing
Now my enemies can see me standing
Standing with my old songs

When I lost my love I forget everything
My heart has been locked for so many eyears
But now that Im good I can hold you again

You are here right in my arms
I'm glad to hug you Memphie
I'm glad to hug you Memphie
I'm glad to hug you Memphie

Memphis is more than a city
Is the place of love
Is where the music lives 
Music in our hearts

Is where the people dream
And the dreams come true
Is where magic happens
And the big shows too

Memphis is more than a city
It's such gracefully
The best place where we can be 
I don't live in Memphis, Memphis lives on me 

When I wrote this song I was alone
But now that I'm singing 
It seems like I'm home

I'm feeling very well 
To be right here
Hearing my old Memphie singing with me

Memphis is not a city
Was my first guitar 
And I also can remember the old songs in my car

You are here right in my arms
I'm glad to hug you Memphie
I'm glad to hug you Memphie
I'm glad to hug you Memphie

Memphis

Johnny Ride

Mist covered houses
Vultures in the sky 
An ambush for Johnny 
Just because he couldn't cheat and lie

Ride, Johnny Ride
You ain’t never gonna die
I can see you in the sky

The drug dealer, Chuck Trash
Waiting in his horse
For the time to make blood splash
But, god damn, he missed the shot 

Ride, Johnny Ride
You ain’t never gonna die
I can see you in the sky

Horseback riding 
Away into the woods
A foreman found him
And his rifle was dam good

Ride, Johnny Ride
You ain’t never gonna die
I can see you in the sky

Don’t you know Johnny, it’s not enough to be good, you must also run from those who want’s your blood on their boots 

Keep going on 
Don’t you dare to stop son
I wish a got the guts as you do John

Go Johnny go
Johnny be good 
Go Johnny go
Johnny be good
Go Johnny go
Johnny be good

Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Johnny Ride

Lyrics

LD MTV

Back at the childhood 
I used to draw and read “The Mocker”
But how to be nostalgic
If can no more see Mark Knopfler

Used to jump out of the school 
Just to watch MTV
Used to curse and break the rules
Bullying that nerd Stevie

There we were wasting time
All days long on dungeons and dragons
Playing some stupid scenes 
Jerking off over playboy magazines 

But how to not be nostalgic if some good stuff has changed 
The videos on television 
They should had stayed the same
So the only thing I’m asking is to put it there again
The mainstream should break free
Cindy Lauper or The Police 
Playing on MTV

Then my wife came and said 
Stop complaining, you sound so rude
And I yelled echoing
“I don’t want to get it on YouTube”

 Back there grandpa mocked
“Isn’t he young to be singing the blues”?
“This boy has been brainwashed”
Grandpa, you don’t even have a clue!

We could have a time machine 
For a moments just like that 
What’s the matter to play on the radio
“Out of the blue and into the black”?

Back at the childhood
I understand this a changing world 
Rolling stone gathers no moss
There’s more than the eye can see
But all I’m begging here
Is bring back my old MTV

Written and composed by Saulo Oliveira S.

Old MTV

Kool Kids Klub

The children ate his heart with brain sauce...

Every grave that I've been through
Feeds me harder, leads me to
The ineffable raw of meet
I'm the worms under your feet

I'm so far away from heaven
I lost my sons in Columbine
I lost my wife in 9/11
Fuck America, cut the line

Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Thunderbirds are far to fly
Thunderbirds are far to fly
Thunderbirds are far to fly

Down with tyranny of adults
He who walks behind the rows
Couldn't keep our cult occult
That's why then you should not grow
Take this one to Malachai
Perhaps Isaac can get you high

Thunderbirds are far to fly
Thunderbirds are far to fly
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies
Hail the Lord of the flies

Ahhhhhhhh
Shut up!

Written and composed by Saulo Oliveira S.

This is the second part of a political rock opera. Here neither fascism communism nor democracy nor anarchy worked. The kids, now, are in charge, proving that the evil nature of mankind is innate. It talks about corruption, hypocrisy and the fact that mankind is always doomed to subjugate each other. Here there is a new type of dictatorship regime. The cover of the single refers to the head of a pig pup that is tied in the arms of children leaders of the dictatorial sect. Both, the first and second part of this opera where inspired by classic literature such as "Lord of The Flies", "Animal Farm" and  "Children of Corn'.

Kool Kids Klub

You shoudn't blame me for this war
Cause I voted on Al Gore
At least that year I can say I tried
And then the court was the one who decided

There's no democracy
Left or Right, you say the anarchy
Could turn it bright

I dreamed a dream
Where we lived in a red world with equality
All in common, red brick houses, in our perfect synchrony

Free the working class hero man, give him the Nobel
Power to the people, here and there
I got some red ideas to share

Thunderbirds...

Thunderbirds are far to fly...

You came to tell me that life is awful
Too much intolerance, war and blood
But you're the one who chose the fascists
And you're the one who governs behind them

And your thirst for blood governs behind them
And your greed for greener grass, governs behind them

Behind them...
Behind them...

Written and composed by Saulo Oliveira S.

This is the first part of a political opera rock. Here the communism is praised and the fascism is rejected, a particular vision of the writer. In the second part, KKK, the upcoming track, adults are no longer available to govern on the Earth and, then, the kids are setting the rules, torturing and killing adults, a kind of distopia, based on classic literature such as "Lord of The Flies", "Animal Farm" and  "Children of Corn'.

What Governs Behind Them?

Lyrics

I still can hear you calling me to go outside to see the stars
I still can hear you telling me to put the catle on for Earl Grey
But what I'm hearing is not true if you're not really here
And I'll keep wishing that you where here

In my mind you are here and we are all together
Hearing songs, singing the blues
Complaining of this (London's) weather

In my mind you never left
In my books, you're always there
When I walk to television I can see your face
'Cause that actress has exactly the same ways that you used to do

When I'm alone, you're there too
'Cause your perfume in all the room
No one really stands alone...

Come back home and lets sing the blues again
Come back home and just lets sing the blues again 
Come back home and just lets spend the days in rain again
Like we used to do... Like we used to do

Written by Saulö Oliveira S.

Like We Used To Do

It's about two months to Christmas' Eve, so, here is back a song written and composed in 2018  by the Prince of Rock, Saulö Oliveira S. Enjoy it.

Lyrics:

It’s Christmas again
This damned tree is here
The December red and green shining lights
And I hate this night

I hate Santa Claus
I hate Jesus Christ
I hate jingle bells
And I hate singing children

Another Christmas night
And I’m Antichrist

I hate Macaulay Culking
On that Home Alone Stuff
Been forget a hundred times
And never left behind

I hate Jim Carrey
Pretending he hates Christmas too
Neither Grinch or Scrooge
Can hate it like I do

Another Christmas night
And I’m Antichrist

I hate people kissing
Under the mistletoe
Why don’t they go find
A Christmas sex place to go?

I hate milks and cookies
I hate that snow falling
All I want for Christmas is no Christmas
Have yourself a bloody damn Christmas

Another Christmas night
And I’m Antichrist

I know I don’t believe
I can't pray like you all
But at least I can give
My best wishes at all

I wonder if snowflakes
Could have conversations
What would they say
Before hit the ground?

Another Christmas town
And I’m falling down

Another Christmas night
And I’m Antichrist

Another Christmas night and I'm... Antichrist

Antichrist
(I hate this night)
Antichrist
(I hate this night)
Antichrist
(I hate this night)

Written and composed by Saulö Oliveira S.

AntiChrist-Mas

The Ballad of Riley and the Spokesman of a generation 
 
She was hitting the score 
A peaceful afternoon in Ladbrook Park 
Then Kyle took the courage to say more 
“A fire will come out of our spark” 
 
He became a spokesman 
With the right words from his mouth  
And she became a lawyer 
A great couple without a doubt  
 
And whole thing started in a windy night 
And whole thing started in a windy night 
 
Then they could not expect  
That something could put an end in that love 
In a dazed and confused nigh Riley was abducted for a ship above 
 
“The aliens took my love, the aliens took my love” 
That’s what he started to shout at the conference 
No one would believe, he lost self confidence, the spokesman of a generation had lost his touch with the words of coherence 
 
 
Not all the lights that comes from above 
Descends to enlighten us 
That’s why I prefer the dark 
Without a fire and without spark 
 
Outro 
 
Now Kyle is unemployed,  
Hitchhiking between places,  
Scrounging for his meal and begging for a miserable deal,  
Aspot where to sleep,  
Just because of a speech. 
 
And he is still saying that she’s gone like a blow  
Because Riley couldn’t be a rock and not to roll 
 
Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Wild Horizon

The Ballad Of Riley And The Spokesman Of A Generation

Cosmic Jive 
 
A girl lies peacefully in the morning 
There’s a hell of rain outside  
She barely heard the cold wind calling 
It’s all out of her sight 
 
A boy is lost and without any map 
He desperately needs a wrench  
His car is broken and totally flat 
There’s a screw he needs to clench 
 
He quickly knocks at the girl's door 
She thought he was one of a kind 
“Is he that someone that I’ve been looking for? 
I think I will have to find” 
 
She puts the kettle on to Earl Grey 
He think she is divine 
The night is young and he could stay 
'Cause now she is singing Cymbaline 
 
The street lamp goes out making 
Her light up a candle in time 
He can't stay cause his mom is waiting 
“I’ll have to decline” 
 
She says have a safe trip back  
To your distant hometown  
But what she says inside in fact 
Is “don’t leave me now” 

 
 
She is holding an empty heart and soul 
As he waves going down  
The loneliness like a cancer grows 
As the wind begins to howl 
 
 
A girl lies depressively in the night 
She wonder “will he and his mom be fine?” 
A motherless boy tricked by a cosmic jive 
Is wondering “Why did I declined?” 
 
Cosmic jive 
All the time 
A cosmic jive 
 
It was that what 
Caught us  
In that time 
 
In that time 
In that time 
In that time 
In that time 
In that time 
In that time 
Cosmic jive 
 
Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Cosmic Jive

Memory Lane 
 
Janet wife of Johnson James 
Just came ‘jingling’ his name 
Darling though it isn't more than just another day 
We are already all ready there 
 
The little daughter droped the water  
The bees on flowers powdering nectar While the guitar of father Hector was weeping  
To the despair of grandpa who couldn't smoke because his hands were shaking  
 
One of the kids finally fishes a fish And the fish's speech is that he can grant a wish  
To the kid who, then, put him free  And now the fish will wash the dishes since kid wished 
 
And all the joy ending with some comic disaster Like the dog robing food or someone twisting the earring into aunt Loiu's braids 
"We will be together", so they swear  
But they ignored that time is always there replacing share, replacing care  
For disregard to that country fair... Of sweet despair 
 
And as the time is passing by just like a cloud on cloudy sky When you realise will be too late to wonder why 
 
And the polaroid pictures that you own 
Of passed nights in campfire songs 
All the memories about the streets where you grew up remains the same 
You now call affecnionately memory lane 

 
Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Memory Lane

Lockdown

Lockdown got me missing downtown 
What kind of town is a ghost town 
Die now

Lockdown got me missing downtown 
What kind of town is a ghost town 
Die now


When the doomsday clock hits midnight you all are gonna die, but i'll keep standing in a world inherit, mine

And I’ll build a castle with your bones
My furniture made of your skin
Why me, why not
The end meets its begin 

Lockdown got me missing downtown 
What kind of town is a ghost town 
Die now

Lockdown got me missing downtown 
What kind of town is a ghost town 
Die now

Lockdown got me missing downtown 
What kind of town is a ghost town 
Die now

Outro

Hey look mother, i found the last vaccine in the world,
now you are safe, forever... Wait...

Written by Saulo Ol. S.

Lockdown

Saulo Oliveira S., aka the Prince of Rock, is a british-brazilian Rock musician, singer-songwriter. His work is influenced by classic rock. The sophomore album "Do Gears Know They Are Gears?" is out now. Check out his entire catalogue at Apple Music and keep up with recent projects on official Twitter account, both linked below.

Official Playlist: 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5AMzr1loaBYyU50pkP9ifh?si=P94TOlF9QTu0nhLU0WL7jA

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