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No Sé Qué
02:21
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¿Donde y cuando para quienes y por que?
No lo entiendo explícame de nuevo, ya me perdí.
¿Cuales? Y ¿cuantos desde cuando? ¿De verdad?
No lo sé, no lo puedo adivinar.
Se escucha un, no, sé, qué, de, no se donde, ya me perdi.
¿Cuales? Y ¿cuantos desde cuando? ¿De verdad?
No lo sé, no lo puedo adivinar.
¿Donde y cuando para quienes y por que?
No lo entiendo explícame de nuevo, ya me perdí.
¿Cuales? Y ¿cuantos desde cuando? ¿De verdad?
No lo sé, no lo puedo adivinar.
Se escucha un, no, sé, qué, de, no se donde, ya me perdi.
¿Cuales? Y ¿cuantos desde cuando? ¿De verdad?
No lo sé, no lo puedo adivinar.
Ya me perdí... Ya, me, per, díí...
¡¡¡¡Que pasooo!!!!
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2. |
Alligator Blues
04:17
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You can try, but you can't win.
You can cry, but you won't push me around I see what's going on, going on.
So you can try, but you can't win.
And you can cry, but you won't push me around I see what's going on, ooh...
You pretend to be a friend, you alienator.
You're better off disguising yourself as an alligator...
'Cause you bite all those you think are weaker than you,
yes you bite all those you think are weaker than you.
So you can try, but you can't win.
You can cry, but you won't push me around I see what's going on, going on.
So you can try, but you can't win.
And you can cry, but you won't push me around I see what's going on, ooh...
You pretend to be a friend, you alienator.
You're better off disguising yourself as an alligator...
'Cause you bite all those you think are weaker than you,
yes you bite all those you think are weaker than you.
So you can try, but you can't win.
You can cry, but you won't push me around I see what's going on, going on.
So you can try, but you can't win.
And you can cry, but you won't push me around I see what's going on, ooh...
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3. |
Esa Verdad
02:55
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A lo mejor, te llegaran mis palabras.
O quizá no me entiendas, cualquiera de los dos casos yo, te dire todo sin habértelo dicho.
Por que aveces solo se siente, y aunque me mientas puedo oír la verdad.
Esa verdad que tu sientes, que yo ya no puedo arreglar.
Si una flor es arrancada mas rápido va envejecer,
y en su caída se expira (la flor que tu me diste ya no le queda mas amor) muriendo después de la muerte.
Por que aveces solo se siente, y aunque me mientas puedo oír la verdad.
Esa verdad que tu sientes, que yo ya no puedo arreglar.
Por que aveces solo se siente, y aunque me mientas puedo oír la verdad.
Esa verdad que tu sientes, que yo ya no puedo arreglar.
Y ya no queda más, de que hablar.
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The gigs ran out so I lay down to die,
The gigs ran out so I lay down to die,
I don't even stop to cry...
Since the gigs ran out my honey ran away,
Since the gigs ran out my honey ran away,
And my friends, don't have the time of day.
The gigs ran out and I'm laying down to die,
The gigs ran out and I'm laying down to die,
and my honey ran away, and my friends, don't have the time of day.
But what's this? One last jam?
One last chance to prove who I am...
But when the gigs, ran, out, I was, laying down to die,
when the gigs ran out I was laying down to die
and my honey ran away, and my friends, don't have the time of day.
So don't let the gigs run out, don't let the gigs run out...
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5. |
Cuentito
00:53
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Me miro a los ojos, sin darse cuenta,
me lleno de ilusiones, sin haberme hablado,
me canto sin melodías,
me pidió el alma, sin tocarme.
Suena a cuento, suena a cuento,
solo es una canción,
suena a cuento suena a cuento,
no te miento corazón.
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6. |
I'll have one more
05:12
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Now my eyes are as heavy as my heart,
music's a comfort, but it's less than a start.
Few will take me in, but I wouldn't want to bother them,
I'll just have a drink followed by one more...Seems as if fate has closed it's door...
And freedom is still in the making,
so forgive me if I'm shaking,
I'll have one more...ohhh.
Life isn't cheap, I feel the heat in the cold,
every time I turn my back I keep on getting older,
and you say happiness is in the eye of the beholder,
well maybe for you, I really hope that's true,
I really hope that's true!
But freedom, is still in the making,
so don't judge me if I'm shaking,
I'll have one more, I'll have one more.
I was sold a vice, I was sold this life of agony,
it's a tragedy so many follow in my footsteps,
but the headlines will tell you a different story,
they may leave out the shame and misery I faced;
because freedom is still in the making,
so forgive me if I'm shaking,
I'll have one more,
my past isn't something I'd like anyone to have in store, no,
I'll have one more...I'll have one more...just just one more...etc
(saxophone represents heart beat slowly stopping, then a sound of a flat line).
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7. |
Actually Factually
02:58
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Pages turn, a light hitting wall is centered,
they refuse, to tell me something I've heard before,
I'd like to watch the pages flip back again.
Are you living? That's so actually, factually,
are you living? That's so actually factually,
are you living? Ooh, ooh.
The light hitting wall, has got no chance of reminding me,
because I'm staring blankly,
and the pages finally speak but they say that,
"there's probably nothing we can tell you, that you haven't heard before...
Are you living? That's so actually, factually,
are you living? That's so actually factually,
are you living? Ooh, ooh.
Well hello! A reminiscing float by,
intriguing distortions, are so invitingly enticing! But...
Are you living? That's so actually, factually,
are you living? That's so actually factually,
are you living? Ooh, ooh.
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8. |
And that's the news
05:56
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Welcome back they say, settle down.
you’re probably wondering about all the side effects by now.
But they got something else to tell you
more like they have many things not to tell you about.
So laugh, laugh, laugh at your own demise.
We’re just like you! With a billion dollar enterprise,
and that’s the news…
They let clowns with painted faces poke fun at the murdered.
No lives matter, while they hold their weapons very dear.
And if you are mad about underrepresentation,
well then they’ll add some gross stereotypes,
while they go back and white wash, and rewrite, their self flattering history.
And that’s the news…
And if there’s a mother with a baby that need to be fed,
well then all hell breaks loose, what dread!
But if that same mother’s body’s for sale,
Well then, that’s alright, that’s her right, that’s alright.
And a woman can’t refuse the children she never asked for,
but she sure can send them to war….
And that’s the news. That’s the news.
But you ask me, if there is really someone, if there’s anyone who believes
we can change it all, then, well why don’t we see, if there are many who want it all to change, why don’t we see them.
I respond:
All those preaching love, compassion, integration and equality,
you will rarely see them on TV.
if they're addressing the issues, they won’t be on the news,
they won’t be on the news...
Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off, turn, it, off.
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9. |
Panama 66
03:25
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Ooh, is it a dream or a place?
I've replaced all my troubles,
with clefs and trebles.
The music's swinging, ringing,
through this jazz loving wonderland.
The night is glowing, the young lions are roaring,
the roof flew off and the moon's looking down to hear everybody play.
And a wonderful jam, led by Gil and his band, is not too far away.
Well the sky's the limit.... Here at Panama 66.
The night is glowing, the young lions are roaring,
the roof flew off and the moon's looking down to hear everybody play.
And a wonderful jam, led by Gil and his band, is not too far away.
Well the sky's the limit.... Here at Panama 66.
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Llanto
02:24
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Quisiera cantarles de la vida,
quisiera resolver sus preguntas,
pero yo, ¿como? Si ni me se mis propias respuestas.
Y es que el misterio nos intriga,
y la vida sigue nueva.
Con llanto, sin llanto, yo seguiré cantando,
para hacerles sentir mejor.
Quisiera cantarles de amor,
pero a mi no me queda,
así que busca otra canción,
que tenga ternura en su mirada.
Y es que el misterio nos intriga,
y la vida sigue nueva.
Con llanto, sin llanto, yo seguiré cantando,
para hacerles sentir mejor.
Con llanto, sin llanto, yo seguiré cantando,
para hacerles sentir mejor.
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11. |
No Matter
03:28
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No matter where, no matter who,
if there's kindness the magic will find you,
so have a wonderful holiday and a merry christmas.
A coat, yes a coat, is hanging up by the door,
and just passed the door you can see a family sharing the holidays.
And if there was ever magic, you knew it was in that heart warming scene.
No matter where, no matter who,
if there's kindness the magic will find you,
so have a wonderful holiday and a merry christmas.
So write someone a note,
tell the stories you've been meaning to tell,
the one where everything turned out, fairly well.
And sing someone special a tune.
No matter where, no matter who,
if there's kindness the magic will find you,
so have a wonderful holiday and a merry christmas.
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13. |
Amorcito Corazón
04:09
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14. |
Viento
03:20
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De los cuatro elementos,
yo quisiera ser el viento,
por que el viento mueve la tierra.
Se lleva al fuego, reseca el agua,
y parte las nubes para ver el cielo.
Si yo fuera el viento,
me llevaría tus palabras lejos,
y ojalá nadie escuchara lo que me has dicho, lo que me has dicho.
Nadie, le dice al viento a donde ir,
nadie le dice al viento como ser,
nadie le ha dicho al viento como oler,
y si alguien le ha dicho al viento,
habrá escuchado sus palabras desaparecer.
Así que de los cuatro elementos,
yo quisiera ser el viento,
por que el viento mueve la tierra.
Se lleva al fuego, reseca el agua,
y parte las nubes para ver el cielo.
Si yo fuera el viento,
me llevaría tus palabras lejos,
y ojalá nadie escuchara lo que me has dicho, lo que me has dicho.
Nadie, le dice al viento a donde ir,
nadie le dice al viento como ser,
nadie le ha dicho al viento como oler,
y si alguien le ha dicho al viento,
habrá escuchado sus palabras desaparecer.
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Maya Burns Mexico City, Mexico
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