01. Mr. Rodriguez

This is one is those “Nothing compares to you?” songs. A guy who goes through life searching for the next real love. He will have breakfast with thieves and with villains, and convince them with a wink of an eye.

I grew up with indians in Texas
Learnt religon from a muslim jew
Stood up when everyone knelt down to pray
But nothing compares to you

Bob T and CBATFOW - Mr. Rodriguez

I get really worried about my state of mind, when writing about my lyrics. There’s a lot of those “in love but she’s gone” type of stories. Or maybe it’s missed chances in life. But i’m still trying to make the world a better place.

• Line Up
• Lyrics
• Demos
• Lead Sheet

• Henry R – bass, guitars
  Bob T – vocal
  Mike S – beats
  Marcus P – vocal, guitar
  Lars P – drums
  Tommy S – sax
  Gary P – trumpet
  Dieter K – trombone
  Felix H – percussion, vibraphone
• MR. RODRIGUEZ

  She called me Mister Rodriguez
  But i never made it to Spain
  And i was impressed with her beauty
  In the light of a subway train

  I grew up with indians in texas
  Learnt religon from a muslim jew
  Stood up when everyone knelt down to pray
  But nothing compares to you

  Let me go back to the corner
  Let me step out of the light
  I’ve been dead a thousand times or more
  But i’m looking for a new leash of life

  I wish i was the King of the Mountains
  So close to Gods in the sky
  I’d breakfast with thieves and with bishops
  And i would forgive with the blink of an eye

  but i won’t forget you my darling
  theres a bond that’s stronger than glue
  you may be in an another dimension
  But nothing compares to you

  Mother don’t call me disabled
  Give me time to figure in out
  I’m seeing demons and devils
  But it’s hard to wisper when everyone shouts

  i met a sailor from somewhere in poland
  he made bikes out of lead and bamboo
  i’ve seen the rightuous drunk in the tavern
  But nothing can compare to you

  The end of the world is a friend of mine
  But i ain’t gonna share it with you
  Remember my fingertips on your skin
  And i lied to you about the truth

  And i looked at death and the devil
  and i don’t think i’ll ever go back
  i’m tired of living living without you
  Because nothing compares to you

  i’m keeping my distance from dying
  said a man in a dugout canoe
  the river is wide and the river is long
  But nothing can compare to you

  © 2014 Bob T and CBATFOW

• Listen to the so called Space Part of ‚Mr. Rodriguez‘, this was the first demo. WWhy didn´t we ask Tommy Schneller´s brass section to do this riff, when they were recording the other brass parts of the song? #studiofail

• © 2014 CBATFOW