Cuando vas a despertarY renacer en un mundo que se acaba.Si a tus propios libros malinterpretásno hay reflejo del que puedas escapar.Mira atrás ¿ves el sol creciente opacado por tu libertad?Ni un sorbo más luna llena en la que debes respirar.Todos se apagan y las mentes arden.Ya no los siento vivo diciendo queSe que no hay nadie dentro tuyoEs un cuerpo y nada más¿Qué puedo hacerte sentir?Nace mi voz pero solo cuenta que soydiferente a vosyo solo intento que no seas igual.No todos terminan con el mismo finalcreo que olvidaron de hacer su propia guardia ideal.Siempre hablás abrumando tus palabras deseadasy ahogado en el diván temiste a la señalcompraste el velo y debajo no hay nadie.Se que no hay nadie dentro tuyoEs un cuerpo y nada más¿Qué puedo hacerte sentir?Es el tren que nadie podía verAsí te perdí derramando tuSangre en vano.¿Vas a sedarte?¿O ser? (Bleagh)Se que no hay nadie dentro tuyoEs un cuerpo y nada más¿Qué puedo hacerte sentir?Es el tren que nadie podía verAsí me perdíOlvidando tu sangre en vano.

Trains coming gonna lay on the trackHappy right here laying on my backLet the train wheel come and take my lifeYeah let the big steel make it all rightBecause Ive got no friends to tell the trialLots of enemies so quick to defileSuppose Im drunk again but I dont careAll I know is were less than the airSo lets not compareFeelings sacrificed you are you feeling slammedAnd are you claustrophobic on this open landFeeling crumpled up and dented inAre you trapped within your very own skinWell its like a jail you cant see the barsCant escape it by bleeding through your scarsSelf deprecation is a boring handAnd your just bringing everybody down manFeeling sorry are you feeling blueAre you down and out now and overdueFeeling smothered by the deep blue skyDoes the sunset hurt your eyeOh well youre not the only one who got caught in the rainThis whole world dont revolve around your painAnd you can go on yeah spin out in miseryBut Ill take the sun and the seaAnd oh sham sham-a-ling-onAnd oh dipty dipMy mental record starts to skipAn orange lemon lime and oh a tangeloOn the coconut tree next to the mighty mangoOh the high sea air yeah in my rear view mirrorAint it beauty beautiful my lovely dearWe got time so so lets not abuseLets wear holes in our shoes

You drove home for the first time in 3 weeks todayWhere is home? Im not so sure that Im so sure these daysWell Im sure to come and visit you somedayTheres no telephone that does justice to all the things I have to sayAnd all the songs that we could play together when were face to faceA billion years could surely not eraseThe smell of your deodorant and how it blends with sweatOr a tiny car delivering our darling quartetTo a distant destination with all its lifeYeah I danced under the milky way last night

And you said you felt a change was coming nearI said “nothing ever changes here.”And so we watched for shooting starsWe caught some in the shining showerIn the morning I will never be the sameThere are trees that grow up higher than someI start to believe you’re one of themWho wonders where I am tonightWho lingers longer in my sightWho gives me one more reason to be happy(to go home)But you never used to worry like you do;At least before it was for things that could possibly be trueBut this was never meant to beA bargain for your sympathyIt’s just that world sits heavy on your shouldersNow you’re terrified of telephonesAs we grow older never slower yeahToday we explored the halls of heroes past;All we found inside were autographsAnd so I picked up one or twoBut I still can’t tell what they doI think I will return them in the morning

Bright cloudFeels weird to be alone nowCruising sidewalks toward the trainTrying to find thoughts to explainThe significance of a newfound solitudeFar awayWondering what constitutes the place we stayIs it the company we keep?Is it the bed in which we sleep?Is it the frameworks of our dreams?Cause I feel a disjunctureSometimes when Im unsureBetween the things that were doingAnd the people we wereBut it seems to fall together when I show it all to youGlidingBack to the East Bay and Im sightingHandsome boys out on the streetThat I see from my window seatThat make me wish that you were hereCause Id like to seeYour favorite metaphor for familyCould it be hills of golden grass?Could it be presence in the past?Could it be mountains made of clouds?Yeah the ways we envisionThe worlds that we wantAll the things that I treasureThey go on and onAnd I know its simplisticBut theres comfort in changeSome thingsll be differentSome things stay the same

Mississippi swells I knowEver-drawing line to another timeTo the sirens of ChicagoOr Memphis eerie glowNot quite cause youre chosen soBut in drains we draw in to drownIts such a small town so your instincts made you goAnd you reflect on things you now knowLike how Cindy said it all seems the sameEmbedded in patterns you dont noticeThe features out of focusIts a shameThe flashlight just falls in the direction youre headedBut you just knew theres nothing to gainNo measure of light among the sightless immobilized and righteousIt was painSo you pointed your beam in the direction of anywhereAnd though urbanity was not without its flawsYou found the time and space youd need to sharpen your clawsAnd hone your eyesight on the skeletons upon which all your little interactions carry onThose that are visible and notMetaphysical and hotThe anatomy of everythingSo when I got to your city it was summerIt was pretty and we walked around because we had the timeYou remarked on all the places that you hadnt seen in agesDisconnected from the metro city linesAnd on the closed doors of the fire stationsTestament to forced displacementShocked me so to see it from the groundWhat seemed so functional from great heights looking downBut cities observed from planesAt some point so deceptively all start to look the sameYou get distracted by the light below the cloudsIt seems to shine on through the night you knowAnd how it seems so lit up to some lineFeel the brightness so confinedOnly skyscrapers shineThe tallest buildings do defineIn letters now you wonderThe lights youre living underAnd the vantage points youve yet to even come uponYou dream of transportation infrastructure the bus stationsOn the blocks between the shops the lights flicker on and off and onAnd my imagination too travels those streetsThinking of places and the people that we meetAnd conversations with strangers on bus seatsLike you and Arthur on the 28The 45 fading from sight of the daySaying Oh it is magical and coldThe place where cities and starscapes collideI think of the people alive and awake on Magnolias steep sideThe living room lamps and the headlights of cars are like fireflies in the night sky

The shy and lonely hunterWho stalks across my chestSays “I’m only seeking glory” yeahBut glory never gives you anyRest me to your body in an arm chairWrest me to the corner of your bedRest we in the place we share our tendernessIt’s there I’ll rest my head another nightLights at the end of the hallwayWill lead you to the back of some barWhere cloudy headed late for bedYou wonder where those fleeting familiesAre you living somewhere on the west coastAre you just a figment of my mindAren’t you the one who always told me“boy it’s easier with time” to be theSaddest sound in a lullabySpeck of sand in your daddy’s eyeBroke my heart to so much as tryTo live the life that lay before meSo you step tender when you don’t runSo you surrender to everyoneSo you remember the place you’ve come toDon’t forget the world adores you said“I am but my body heart and shaking skin.”How ever will you find a safe place where(you never let anyone into the space where) youKeep all your timid questions like“can I kiss you one more time before I go?”Though I know the world is full of hopeless suggestionsIt’s us who get caught in the undertow don’t you knowWe were born on a moving trainWe took form in the pouring rainWe try hard but come short of explainingThat lives are for living and hearts are for changingForget an instant to stay the same!Not us nor mountains go as they came!All the things we’ll refuse to be framed inFrom what we’ve been given to what’s rearranging

Someone told a story about a man whod lived through HellAnd stumbled orphaned to his home to find the servants living wellAnd how they welcomed him like family as they plotted out some deedTo kill him in his sleep and stay to satisfy their greedI thought of who it is whose story gets remembered in the endAnd through how many careful tellings does one practice their defenseSome nuances the narrator selectively omitsA once collective memory is destined to forgetYeah we make decisions that account for the worlds that we live inWe make explanations that amount to the ones we envisionIt isnt just the horror of the way he killed those kidsBut the way the tale was told explained away the deed he didYou know that everybody needs a place to liveYou show your willfulness to ignorance with the council that you giveThe testimonial performances belie the lies youve livedAnother actor on the podium feels slighted by the waysAnd abstractions been amended on some broken bygone daysYeah but these politics have victims they get stuck there in the spaceBetween the weight of great ideals and the narratives they shapeIt wasnt you there with the handgun but your fax machine and penYour personal computer and your business acumenAppeal to a notion that we all deserve what we can reach forThat what sits in your sight is a God-given rightYes in spite of the slights you cant speak forSees fairness as a function of the rules that you cant bendTakes action over nothing but the naked will to win

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Lyricist- Guy Luypaerts George Koger

Artist- Danny Kaye

Album- Ballin' the Jack [Memoir]

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What makes Paree Like Paree oughta be? All the natives agree Pigalle! Wonderful street Where the simple folk meet with the social elite Pigalle! Sidewalk cafes, Waiters balancing trays, Mornin', night and noon. Taxicabs toot While a guy on a flute Renders "Claire De Lune". Mademoiselles Wink the ...

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