Josele Santiago - Mi Prima Y Sus Pinceles (2004)

From the album Las golondrinas etcétera in 2004



Qué peligro,
aquí siempre es domingo
y empezamos a pensar
otra vez en lo mismo.

Es claro,
es de catecismo.
Mi primita se dispone
a hacer turismo.

De excursión por el abismo.

Prepara
mi prima sus pinceles
y pinta puertas
por todas las paredes.

Y pieles,
se pinta muchas pieles,
sabe dónde cambiarlas
por más pinceles.

Y pintarse así más pieles.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Ay, ay, ay, ay ...
De entre todas sus pieles
ya se asoma la más blanca,
la que más le duele.

Ay, ay, ay, ay ...
No pintes tus papeles,
que todo el mundo
reconoce ya tus pinceles.

Todo el mundo se los huele.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí,
la calle grita que sí ...
la calle grita que sí ...
la calle grita que sí ...

Charlie Parker - Ornithology (1946)

From a single in 1946



[Instrumental]

Cheap Trick - Dream Police (1979)

From the album Dream Police in 1979



The dream police, they live inside of my head.
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
The dream police, they're coming to arrest me, oh no.

You know that talk is cheap, and those rumors ain't nice.
And when I fall asleep I don't think I'll survive the night, the night.

'Cause they're waiting for me.
They're looking for me.
Ev'ry single night they're driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

The dream police, they live inside of my head.
(Live inside of my head.)
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
(Come to me in my bed.)
The dream police, they're coming to arrest me, oh no.

Well, I can't tell lies, 'cause they're listening to me.
And when I fall asleep, bet they're spying on me tonight, tonight.

'Cause they're waiting for me.
They're looking for me.
Ev'ry single night they're driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

I try to sleep, they're wide awake, they won't let me alone.
They don't get paid or take vacations, or let me alone.
They spy on me, I try to hide, they won't let me alone.
They persecute me, they're the judge and jury all in one.

'Cause they're waiting for me.
They're looking for me.
Ev'ry single night they're driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

The dream police police police
The dream police,police police
The dream police,police police

Arthur Brown - Fire (1968)

From the album The Crazy World of Arthur Brown in 1968



I am the god of hell f ire and I bring you:
Fire, I'll take you to burn.
Fire, I'll take you to learn.
I'll see you burn!
You fought hard and you saved and learned,
but all of it's going to burn.
And your mind, your tiny mind,
you know you've really been so blind.
Now 's your time burn your mind.
You're falling far too far behind.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, you gonna burn!
Fire, to destroy all you've done.
Fire, to end all you've become.
I'll feel you burn!
You've been living like a little girl,
in the middle of your little world.
And your mind, your tiny mind,
you know you've really been so blind.
Now 's your time burn your mind,
you're falling far too far behind

Los Lobos - El Canelo (1988)

From the album La Pistola y El Corazón in 1988



Donde vas Canelo, caramba! Por la madrugada
Donde vas Canelo, caramba! Por la madrugada

A cortar lechuga, Canelo, para ensalada
A cortar lechuga, Canelo, para ensalada

A la tripi-tripi caramba! tripa de cochino
A la tripi-tripi caramba! tripa de cochino

Mi mama no quiere, Canelo, que yo tome vino
Y si acaso tomo, Canelo, que sea de rufino

El amigo mono caramba! se cayo del palo
El amigo mono caramba! se cayo del palo

En el aire dijo, Canelo, "valgame San Pablo"
Y si no lo dices, Canelo, se lo lleva el diablo

A la tripi-tripi caramba! tripa de mapache
A la tripi-tripi caramba! tripa de mapache

Mi mama no quiere, Canelo, que yo me enborrache
Y si acaso me tomo, Canelo, que sea de tepache

El Canelo murio caramba! y lo van a enterrar
El Canelo murio caramba! y lo van a enterrar

Cuatro zopilotes, Canelo, y una ᧵ila real
Sepultura de oro, Canelo, y caja de cristal

A la tripi-tripi caramba! tripa de venado
A la tripi-tripi caramba! tripa de venado

Mi mama no quiere, Canelo, que coma pescado
Y si acaso como, Canelo, que sea bacalao
Y si acaso como, Canelo, que sea bacalao

The Long Winters - Cinnamon (2003)

From the album When I Pretend to Fall in 2003



Sun through the curtains,
I gave you a sign,
The birds were all quiet,
You were so quiet,
Some hear a call,
Some are the messengers,
I thumb through the pictures,
and know them all.

They said, "Do you remember when you saw her last"
I said, "Her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon."

I have too many stories, keeping it serious,
Some are collectores, some keep it straight,
It was a hospital,
I was delirious,
I clung to the stretcher
and drew them a heart.

Two gondolas to carry us,
Grand Via was hillarious,
St. Paul was there to marry us,
We lied, "We're already married!"

'Cuz here's proof: we have suntans,
And I spoke up with my new hands,
Listen to my car,
What is it telling us?
Start...please start..please start.

Is it spring where you are?
I waited all winter
chasing the lamp cords back to the wall,
It's a plausable scenario:
I clung the the stretcher,
I drew them a heart.

David Crosby - Laughing (1971)

From the album If I Could Only Remember My Name in 1971



I thought I met a man
Who said he knew a man
Who knew what was going on

I was mistaken
Only another stranger
That I knew

And I thought I had found a light
To guide me through
My night and all this darkness

I was mistaken
Only reflections of a shadow
That I saw

And I thought I'd seen someone
Who seemed at last
To know the truth

I was mistaken
Only a child laughing
In the sun

Ah, ah, ah ...
In the sun

Spiritualized - Come Together (1997)

From the album Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space in 1997



Little Johnny's sad and fucked
First he jumped and then he looked
The tracks of time, these tracks of mine
Little Johnny's occupied
Come on, come together
Come on, come together
Well little Johnny had an ache
That hung around the poor boy's neck
Every time that Johnny ate
The little fucker fed the ache
Come on, come together
Come on, come together
So little J's a fucked-up boy
Dulled the pain that killed the joy
So little J's a fucking mess
That when he's offered just says yes
Little J is sad and fucked
First he jumped and then he looked
The tracks of time, these tracks of mine
Little J is occupied
Come on, come together
Come on, come together
Come together, come together

Gang Of Four - Damaged Goods (1978)

From the album Entertainment! in 1979



The change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour

Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The sins of the flesh
Are simply sins of lust
Sweat's running down your back
Sweat's running down your neck
Heated couplings in the sun
(Or is that untrue?)
Colder couplings in the night
(Never saw your body)
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good

Damaged goods
Send them back
I can't work
I can't achieve
Send me back
Open the till
Give me the change
You said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you're cheap but you're too much
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good

I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
Bye...
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)

Minor Threat - Out Of Step (1983)

From the album Out Of Step in 1983



(I) Don't smoke,
(I) Don't drink,
(I) Don't fuck,
At least I can fucking think.

I can't keep up,
I can't keep up,
I can't keep up,
Out of step with the world.

*repeat*

*Spoken*
Listen,
This is no set of rules,
Im not telling you what to do,
All im saying is im bringing up three things,
That are like so important to the whole world,
That I dont identify as much importance in,
Because of these things,
Whether they are fucking or playing golf,
Because of that I feel.
*End Spoken*

I can't keep up,
I can't keep up,
I can't keep up,
Out of step with the world.

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