See Also: Local Folk and Aboriginal Art PINEAPPLE ROAD - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
D G D
Old plantation at the edges of the field
D A7 D
Satellite city hall parked on wheels
D G D
Old man walkin' in a permanent stoop
D A7 D
Smiling at the kid with the hula hoop
Bm A G
Sheets on the clothes line blowin' like sails
Bm A G
Rooster on the front lawn preening his tail
D G D
Mangos to pick and bananas to peel
D A7 D
Little island home, big country feel
Red bandana and a blue palaka shirt
Rubber boots and blue jeans red with dirt
A mile long smile on a tropical a tan
Pickin’ and grinnin’ with a pineapple man
Red clouds rising by the pineapple field
Yellow truck and pineapple picker at the wheel
Drivin’ through the land of a million pines
No traffic signs on the red dirt line
CHORUS
Old plantation at the edges of the field
Pau hana time to enjoy a meal
Teriyaki bobs on the barbecue
Sizzle to the music of a local crew
Ukulele, bongo and a slack guitar
Pickin’ and a grinnin’ in the ol’ backyard
Family and friends make a real big deal
Takin’ a break from the red dirt fields
CHORUS:
D G D
Pineapple Road Pineapple Road
G D A7 D
Hey, pineapple man, won’t you bring another load
G D A7 D
From the red dirt fields on Pineapple Road
Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
C Csus C
I am mountains rising high above the valleys
Am D/F# G
I am the in-between where trade winds ramble free
C G/B Am Am/G
I am the red hot rock turning coal black in the ocean
F G Am
I am the shore extending deep into the sea
F G Am
I am the shore extending deep into the sea
Chorus:
C Csus C Csus C Csus C
Aina, Aina, Ua mau ke ea o ka aina i ka pono Aina
I am life to those who sink their roots into me
I am the walls you build with stone cut from my heart
I am the shoulders on these roads you carve across my back
I am the very grounds where life’s foundation starts
I am the very grounds where life’s foundation starts
(chorus 2X)
I am the “life of the land preserved in righteousness”
I am a place my children proudly call their home
I am the soil that men have fought to gain for power
I am a resting place for bones of those long gone
I am a resting place for bones of those long gone...
(repeat chorus)
(Capo at 4th fret for Kahala Moon record key: E)
Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
They came from so far across the ocean Navigating the stars in the sky To these island gems topping volcanoes To this promising blue paradise Local folk, share a feeling With family and friends it’s local style Local folk, are these rainbows Their colors of aloha make you smile _ There’s a church built by old missionaries A sign says Jesus is coming here soon Singin’ big hallelujahs on Sunday And kumbayah by their campfire moon Local folk, still believing They keep the best of memories alive Local folk, are the reason Our small kid times and old folk ways survive _ There’s a battleship sunk in the harbor It marks the start of that war number two One thousand, one hundred and seventy something men Rest in that watery tomb Local folk, still remember The sacrifices made to come this far Local folk, seen the changes Through eyes that shine with light from distant stars _ Someone upset this small island nation Made them get all frustrated and rattled But they’re bonded by more than location They’re the same in Las Vegas or Seattle Local folk, on a far shore Come together and their local folk ways thrive Local folk, on these islands They’re hustlin’ on the streets to stay alive _ My home town’s a melting pot o’ colors We stop to touch the flowers and smell the sea You’ll find us talking story ‘bout da’kine any time Any place local folk chance to be Local folk, share a feeling With family and friends (you know) it’s local style Local folk, are these rainbows Their colors of aloha make you smile Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
Buenos noches old vaquero Adios, mi hoaloha Dry tequila scorching sand in my dream last night again ' Bout a place they call Big Island... Big Island _ He left behind all that he owned And came here from old Mexico A girl he met became his wife Kids and all would change his life Now his heart is on Big Island _ As Paniola rope and ride I still see him by their side Proud to see them take the reins And carry on the cowboy way That he brought here to Big Island (chorus) _ A ruby rising from the sea A land of peace and dreams to be See for yourself these things I say They live a cowboy's dream each day On a heaven called Big Island (chorus) BLUE TARPO'LIN - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
If the paradise blues gets the better of me I'll find a new way to set myself free 'Cause in my hometown I can't afford a home And it's no surprise that I'm not alone _ From the trees I'm gonna hang me a blue tarp roof Twenty by ten, guaranteed waterproof I put up no walls and I don't need a door Sand between my toes makes a real good floor _ Blue tarp affordable home In my blue tarpo'lin affordable home Blue tarp affordable home In my blue tarpo'lin affordable home _ I got a view of the mountains, a view of the sea Trade winds blowing like a natural A/C Who needs a bill for electricity When you cook on a fire and the sunshine is free _ Blue tarp affordable home In my blue tarpo'lin affordable home Blue tarp affordable home In my blue tarpo'lin affordable home _ I'm a proud island man in this land of my roots Natural born tan in my cowboy boots I'm out on the beach and I'm making a stand I'm dreaming 'bout a house on the promised land ... (chorus) Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
Old Hilo town in forty-six , waking up April Fool’s Day Hilo sugar sendin’ smoke in the sky, a harbor wave coming their way Hilo bay waters receded while people ran down to the shore To marvel at mother ocean exposing her secret sea floor _ Who can predict what can happen when ocean is up to her tricks The first wave arrived with the sunrise, it roared in at seven ‘o six No time to run, high ground too far; the town was a bone to be chewed A wall of water came pounding down Kamehameha Avenue _ Keaukaha houses pushed in the street; the frontage road homes washed away Threads of existence worn and frayed, a lot of good folk lost that day Hilo Theater still standing not too much around it was saved The Kress building stood the highest above the crests of the incoming waves _ Swept away Swept away, a tiny town by the ocean Got swallowed up by her bay... Swept away _ God bless the folks of Hilo town who lost something down by that shore They say don’t turn your back on the ocean; It’ll swallow you up for sure _ Swept away Swept away A tiny town by the ocean Got swallowed up by her bay Swept away... swept away... swept away...
CHEYENNE WAIOMINA - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
From across the wild blue Pakipika Like a tidal wave hula baloo To the plains of Cheyenne Waiomina Come a tanned paniola buckaroo From the home of a king and a cowboy Guess he had to come east to go west They say he roped the breath from those cowboys away In a world class steer roping contest _ When they opened the gate and the steer broke He was sure to make history that day Under drab August drizzle the noose found it’s mark There was nothing to stand in his way No thickets like the raw upland forests Where the chill comes from the big island snow No lava strewn grasslands that run to the sea Where the black rock continues to grow _ Cheyenne Waiomina Cheyenne Waiomina Do you still remember a long time ago Cheyenne Waiomina Cheyenne Waiomina When a big island boy won your old rodeo _ Now, that paniola drew twelve thousand cheers From jangling spurs to the flowers on his hat Yes, he roped, and he tossed, and he tied that wild steer In a cool fifty-six seconds flat (chorus) _ He never went back to see Waiomina That ol’ Cheyenne just could not compete With a steamer that bellowed it’s cattle call drone From his home rising up from the sea (chorus) STANDIN’ IN DA UA - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
Standin’ in da ua Soaked down to the bone The cold rain keeps on fallin’ Feelin’ so alone _ Standin’ in da ua Tryin’ to hide this pain Every little teardrop Lost in drops of rain Standin’ in da ua Standin’ in da ua Standin’ in da ua Lost without your love _ Standin’ in da ua Reachin’ for the sky A deep sea of emotion Risin’ in my eyes Standin’ in da ua Standin’ in da ua Standin’ in da ua Lost without your love _ Forty days and forty nights The rain came pouring down Got to shake this feelin’ Head for higher ground _ Standin’ in da ua On bended knees I pray For rainbow skies and trade winds To blow these clouds away Standin’ in da ua Standin’ in da ua Standin’ in da ua Lost without your love... HALEIWA BYPASS BLUES - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
Anybody seen Haleiwa Town When’s the last time you passed through Business is slow and folks are comin’ down With the Haleiwa Bypass Blues Haven’t seen a customer in seven days Might have to pack up and move There’s a new road now passin’ right by the town With the Haleiwa Bypass Blues _ So look for the signs to Haleiwa They’ll appreciate you stopping in too In a blink of an eye you might miss the guys With the Haleiwa Bypass Blues _ See the North Shore art at the gallery Get out of your car and cruise Get off on the town before you get down the road You got a lot more to gain than to lose _ They got shave ice cream with azuki bean A whole lot of little shops Need a sandwich or a plate lunch local style Then make a Haleiwa stop So look for the signs to Haleiwa.... BLAZIN’ PADDLES - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
Six blazin’ paddles slash through the watery Tears that have fallen from Hawaiian eyes Blue Pakipika rising in front of us Big ball of fire floats into the sky _ Sculptured brown bodies poetry in motion Minutes and hours mark the miles left behind Hot noon day sun riding high on this ocean Time strengthened honor is driving their minds _ Six blazin’ paddles repeat ancient rhythms Followin’ trails that remain throughout time Three quarter time gets the bow ‘cross that line _ Six blazin’ paddles, choppin’ that waterline Waltzin’ canoes til they rest high and dry Blue Pakipika waving goodbye to us Rainbow moon rising, an old victory sign _ Six blazin’ paddles Holo i mua Imua Imua Me ka lanakila Me ka lanakila (Onward to Victory) HOLUALOA (This Place I Call Home) - Real Audio Clip
Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI) / Evangeline Freitas
D G A D
Take the long winding road rising up from the sea
D Bm E7 A
To a place where the roots of my family run deep
D G A A#dim Bm Bm/A
On the side of this mountain my grandfathers sleep
G A D C D C
In this place I call home
D G A D
In this place where my mother and father were born
D Bm E7 A
I would join them in time, on a neighbor island shore
D G A A#dim Bm
On the road from the start, where I lived all these years
G D/F# E7 A7
But right next to my heart there’s a place for you here
chorus:
D G G A D
Holualoa In the heart of Hualalai
Bm E7 A
At the top of the road that winds from the sea to the sky
D G
Laid back cool in the coffee trees
A Bm Bm/A
Ridin’ high on a Kona breeze
Em D/F# G A7
The roadside ginger no longer there but fragrance lingers in the air
Em D/F# G A7
The giant mangos still hold on In places where they’re left alone
Em D/F# G A7
Cotton clouds bring gentle rains and rainbows greet the sun again
D G D G D G A D C D C D C D C
Holualoa, Holualoa, Holualoa, this place I call home
That long winding road brought me home from the sea
To a love kept alive in a young child’s memory
Where Mamalahoa highway and Hualalai meet
Either way, it’s a place I call home...
There are times when it seems nothing changed from before
People still talkin’ story by the ol’ Paul’s Place store
The mauka road is lined with prideful walls of hand set stone
In this place I call home ...
D C D C
Holualoa Holualoa
PANIOLA YODEL - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
From the cool slopes of the saddle To the seashore with a paddle With my kaula’ili lasso Chasin’ cows into the sea In the middle of the great blue ocean, they call the Pakipika There’s a cowboy paradise you’ve got to see _ It’s a lot more than old Waikiki where surf rolls into sand It’s a bit more than our hula girls can tell you with their hands You can hear a bit o’ yod’lin’ cowboy in a sweet Hawaiian song You can learn to yodel when a paniola yodels Try and sing along, Ee da lay hee Ee da lo ooh Ee yo da lay hee tee Ee yo da lay hee tee _ I started out a yodelin’ when I couldn’t catch the words My tongue got twisted following Hawaiian cowboy songs A bright Hawaiian cowboy used to round up all my dreams He sang his song and I would do my best to sing along I heard a paniola yodel ... a paniola yodel ... ee yo da lay hee tee CANE FIELD SONG - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
Once there were cane fields now there are homes Where a beating heart can still beat alone That old cemetery, now it’s gone Somebody moved those blocks of stone _ Once there were cane fields now there is grass Lush fairways of green to cover our past A bouncing white ball got us singing too fast An upside-down flag still flying half-mast _ Down by fire, blessed by rain Times are changing, we’re not the same Progress city, concrete plains Winds of change, blew down the cane _ All that is left of an old memory Are those red dirt stains on that white concrete Sweet days of youth, our innocent past Might have been mowed under fields of grass _ Once there were cane fields now there are songs To ease our conscience and help us be strong The sugar mill closed, I don’t know what went wrong But the cane field is gone so we got to move on I’m movin’ on to a cane field song ... We’re all movin’ on to a cane field song WILD PIG HUNTER - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
Up in the hills where a pig hunter goes The wild bush covers up the lava flow In a deep dark valley it's a rough terrain Where the forest comes alive in the jungle rain _ Pack up your horses and get your best dogs This ain't no hunt for a regular hog There's a black mountain spirit in the big island hills And he blends into a shadow when he's standin' still _ Get out a gun, bring a bow or a knife It's a fifty-fifty chance you'll be riskin' your life That rushin' black boar is sure to put up a fight And you'll be huntin' for a shadow on a pitch black night _ Razor sharp tusks, red eyes agleam A black locomotive with a full head of steam Thundering hooves beatin' down the over turned trail Raise up the hair on your neck and make your skin turn pale _ The legend goes a great boar came over And dug in his snout like a big bulldozer He tossed up his head in a shoveling motion And pushed up the islands from the bottom of the ocean He fell for a hot lava queen but she put him off She was down right mean So he slung a lot 'a mud on his heart's desire Glowin' embers of love replaced her raging fire _ You know the wild pig hunter will always come back To challenge that spirit and run with the pack They live for the hunt whatever the cost And many a pig huntin' dog’s been lost Survivin' the game is a dangerous scene When your trackin' down the prince of the lava queen And when a challenge is made, the stakes are high Its the law of the jungle where the strong survive Its the law of the jungle where the strong survive _ Up in the hills where a pig hunter goes The wild bush covers up the lava flow In the valley of the shadow it's a rough terrain Where the black mountain spirit of the jungle still reigns. Wild pig hunter, wild pig man... Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
Sea breeze blows into my window Sun rise puts the light into my eyes Sea birds singing songs along the shoreline Rainbows bridge the water with the sky _ Surfin’, it’s a break inside a lifetime Changes like the shifting of the tides Surfin’ on a blue wave of emotion Ocean sprays a tear in every eye _ Movin’ down a racing wall of water Groovin’ to the rhythm of the sea Cruisin’ kickin’ back along the coast line Surfin’ on a wave of memories _ Surfin’ surfin’ free to roam into the foam Surfin’ surfin’ gets me closer to my home SING HAWAIIAN SING - Real Audio Clip Words and Music by Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI)
Hawaiian, sing about the stars above That brought you to this aina we call home Sing about great voyages across the sea When kings and queens would rule from golden thrones Sing Hawaiian sing about your travels 'cross the ocean Sing Hawaiian sing about the places you have seen Sing Hawaiian sing about your mountains and your valleys Sing Hawaiian sing be proud and let your voices ring Oh Hawaiian Sing, Oh Hawaiian Sing Hawaiians, children of the long canoes Cast down from stars to rule the silvery sea Red hot lava, great volcanoes formed an island chain A paradise to raise your family Sing Hawaiian sing your happy love songs of devotion Sing Hawaiian sing about the joy your family brings Sing Hawaiian sing praise the power and the glory Sing Hawaiian sing be proud and let your voices ring Oh Hawaiian Sing, Oh Hawaiian Sing Hawaiian, tell the story of your history Hula dancers paint the pictures to your songs Your voices rock the listener like the rolling sea Listen as your people sing along Sing Hawaiian sing, Kani nei kani nei Sing Hawaiian sing, Oli e Sing Hawaiian sing, ... (and keep singing !) All songs written by © 1997 Gordon Manuel Freitas (BMI) except "Holualoa" by Gordon Freitas and Evangeline Cornelio Freitas (his mom) All songs published by Blue Tarpolin Music (BMI), ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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