Diego Grey

Diego Grey

BandAlternativeAdult Contemporary

We just finished our first CD September 09. The 4 of us have been together about a year. Acoustic and electric with 3 part harmony. Our songs range from upbeat Rhythm & Blues songs to Trop rock songs about Barbados or Puerto Rico to songs with a social comment and a reggae beat like Janjaweed.

Biography

We have all been in various cover (and original) bands through the years and it was time to put together something that we would want to listen to - music that was true to our ages and experience. We try not to get too hung up on genre. We can generally adjust our sets to fit the audience when necessary. Our early influences range from Leo Kotke, Tom Waits and Dylan to Sister Hazel, CSN, Buffalo Springfield and Elvis Costello and of course like many others, the Beatles. Songs written to tell stories sung with 3 part harmonies in rhythms and music styles that fit the lyrical content. Could be Trop Rock, Americana, Latin, Country all that still sounds cohesive with common threads in the music, voices and writing style that keeps it together ,interesting and understandable. Our target demographic is a little older 35 - 65 although many younger people enjoy our music. We write about things from our own skewed perspective under the soft and flattering light that only time allows, (sorry I got carried away). As always the music and lyrics tell the real story here.

Lyrics

Roscoe

Written By: Michael DeLuca

Roscoe
What you gonna do with that roscoe Johnny, what you gonna do with that gun
9mm semi-automatic glock you got your finger on the trigger and your hand around the stock

What you gonna do with that roscoe
J o h n n y, what you gonna do with that gun

I grew up in a small town, met Johnny when I was Ten

Smoking weed and skipping school, Johnny’s in trouble again

Johnny’s tastes and darker deeds were tied to the gentle poppy seed

He was a small town kid with a big time habit feed

Johnny met Jane in the program, she was young and wild as sin

King and Queen of the back alleys, some called them the incestuous twins

Poppin pills to get their thrills, shared their works, oh my

They were small town junkies, with a big time need to get high

Johnny was methadone maintainence man, he cleaned up his act for a while

Jane did time in community college, but found out it wasn’t her style

One thing lead to another and they were both back where they began

They were small time bandits, with a big time retirement plan__ doot,doot, doot,doot /doot,doot, doot,doot, / doot,doot, doot,doot

They talked about the big score, and how they would be set for life

Johnny would buy a carwash in Dallas and Jane would be his sweet wife

Johnny copped a “roscoe” from the trunk of an old sedan

Now he’s a small time bandit, with life and death in his hands

What you gonna do with that roscoe Johnny, what you gonna do with that gun

The alarm went off and the scuffle began, Johnny aimed for the guard by door

Johnny never could shoot that straight, Jane was laying dead on the floor

Johnny’s dreams of the carwash, and his life with sweet Jane

Became a life in prison, married to a man named Dave___doot,doot, doot,doot /doot,doot, doot,doot, / doot,doot, doot,doot

Michael DeLuca copyright 2007

Barbados

Written By: Michael DeLuca

Barbados
I’ve never been a sailor, I never sailed the seas, but I lived in Barbados in the 1970’s,

I had a house in Speightstown, on the waters edge

I spent all day on the water there,
and watch the fish fly through the air…Barbados

Rodney was a Bajan, from a Bajan family, many generations you could trace his family tree

We’d go out in the evenings to the restaurants and bars

Bonny pepper sauce, hot island girls Calypso played in my RUM SOAKED world…Barbados

Barbados our little hideaway
West Indies air it feels just right
You can fish all day and drink all night

Island life, that’s our life…in Barbados…Barbados

I’ll go back there one day, to my island by the sea , and I’ll live in Barbados when I’m in my 70’s,

I’ll buy a house Speightstown, on the waters edge
I’ll spend all day on the water there,
and watch the fish fly through the air…Barbados

Barbados our little hideaway
West Indies air it feels just right
You can fish all day and drink all night

Island life, that’s our life….Island life that’s our life…in Barbados…Barbados

Michael DeLuca copyright 2006

Cedar Fire

Written By: Michael DeLuca

CEDAR FIRE
Born in desperation, a lost souls cry for help

Small and insignificant, but like a cancer it grows

20 YEARS OF DRY DEAD BRUSH COMES TO LIFE AGAIN

ONE SMALL FLAME NOW A CONFLIGRATION FANNED BY THE SANTA ANA WIND

Awaken a sleeping giant, looking for somewhere to go

It rolls along the inland valley, and down to Mexico
Oohs and Ahs……………………………………………

A path of red hot embers, where peoples homes once stood
Oohs and Ahs……………………………………………

A fire that raged thru the lives of many and fought by the brave so few

CHORUS:

SOME DIED NEAR THE RESERVATION AND ON WILDCAT CANYON RD

SOME WERE LOST IN THE LINE OF DUTY PROTECTING OTHER PPL HOMES

AND WHEN IT ALL WAS OVER AND THE HOT WINDS HAD DIED DOWN

300 THOUSAND ACRES OF SOUTHERN CA WERE ASHES ON THE GROUND

SOLO (2 VERSES)

CHORUS

Michael DeLuca copyright 2004

Hop On Board

Written By: Michael DeLuca

Hop on Board

Two hundred and fifty thousand / Teenage hoboes, roaming America

From 1929 to World War II / They set out wandering what else could they do

CHORUS
Riding the rail, the stories always the same
Railroads and freight yards and miles and miles of trains, that crisscross all over the plains
through small windswept ghost towns and back country lanes

The Union Pacific to California / From Kansas City, born and raised there
He was just sixteen when he left home / Never looked back, it was just his time to go

His family farmed their land for a generation / The drought and the dust storms, its all gone now

Lost the old farm, couldn’t pay the note / Bankman evicted them, said they had to go

BRIDGE
All on board we’re headed out west where the jobs are plenty and the farmlands the best

We’ll leave these dusty plains behind to Calif I’ll make it mine hop on board, good lord, hop on board

CHORUS

Verse
Herbie hopped a ride on a cross-country freight car / Not sure where he’s going its no matter how far

Its ok that he’s movin along to parts unkown / After all the railways always been his home

A travelin mans life can be so exciting / On top a boxcar, steel greased lightning

Caught by the railroad bulls, and never seen again / where a hobos life begins and where it sometimes ends

CHORUS

Michael DeLuca copyright 2008

Puerto Rico

Written By: Michael DeLuca

Puerto Rico

On a Flight touching down in Isla Verde

The warm wind the sunshine on my face

No more cold and lonely nights
No more crowds and city lights

THEY STRUT THEIR STUFF ON THE CONDADO
ALL THE PRETTY WOMAN PASSING BY

Spending time in the fortress, El Moro

The restaurants and rum in old San Juan
Lazy days dressed up in style
Hot nights spent salsa wild

THEY DANCE TILL DAWN AT CAFÉ RUMBA
TO THE LATIN RYTHMS BOMBA BOMBA!

SOMOS HIJOS DE ESPAGNA
ALGUNOS VENIMOS DE AFRICA
CON EL TIEMPO NOS HEMOS UNIDO
MI PUERTO RICO MI CARAZON

Electric Guitar solo (somos hijos timing) Am - G – F – E / Am - G – F – E / Am - G – F – E

Repeat first verse

Michael DeLuca copyright 2004

Discography

Our first CD released recently is called "Neigbors" by Diego Grey available on CD baby.

Set List

A typical original music set would be about 45 minutes (see the songs below). We have about 30+ original that we sometimes mix in some "heavily arranged" covers if needed - at this time we could put together 3 40 minute sets.

Original Music Set:
Puerto Rico
Hop on Board
Time
Good Girl Gone Wrong
Walking in the Sand
Traded... Highs & Lows
Nieghbors
Roscoe
Cedar Fire
Barbados
Blues in Her Eyes