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Leonard Cohen: My oh my!!

Wasn’t hard to love you…

FAREWELL MR COHEN

YOU WANT IT DARKER

If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I’m broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I’m ready, my lord
There’s a lover in the story
But the story’s still the same
There’s a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it’s written in the scriptures
And it’s not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
They’re lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I`M READY MY LORD!
Hineni: Esta palabra es la que Dios espera de su criatura cuando sale a su encuentro y le pregunta “¿dónde estas?”. La respuesta a esta pregunta de Dios es “Heme aquí o aquí estoy”
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10 BOB DYLAN SONGS

10 Bob Dylan songs to celebrate the Nobel Prize.

 

  1. LIKE A ROLLING STONE

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?

People call say ‘beware doll, you’re bound to fall’

You thought they were all kidding you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hanging out

Now you don’t talk so loud

Now you don’t seem so proud

About having to be scrounging your next meal

 

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

 

Ahh you’ve gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street

And now you’re gonna have to get used to it

You say you never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He’s not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say do you want to make a deal?

 

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To be on your own, with no direction home

A complete unknown, like a rolling stone

 

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns

On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain’t no good

You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain’t it hard when you discovered that

He really wasn’t where it’s at

After he took from you everything he could steal

 

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To have you on your own, with no direction home

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

 

Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people

They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made

Exchanging all precious gifts

But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse

When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal

 

How does it feel, ah how does it feel?

To be on your own, with no direction home

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

 

    2. KNOCKIN´ ON HEAVEN’S DOOR

Mama, take this badge off of me

I can’t use it anymore.

It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see

I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.

 

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

 

Mama, put my guns in the ground

I can’t shoot them anymore.

That long black cloud is comin’ down

I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.

 

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

 

    3. THE TIMES THEY’RE A CHANGIN’

Come gather ‘round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You’ll be drenched to the bone

If your time to you

Is worth savin’

Then you better start swimmin’

Or you’ll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin’.

 

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won’t come again

And don’t speak too soon

For the wheel’s still in spin

And there’s no tellin’ who

That it’s namin’

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin’.

 

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don’t stand in the doorway

Don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There’s a battle outside

And it is ragin’

It’ll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin’.

 

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don’t criticize

What you can’t understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin’

Please get out of the new one

If you can’t lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin’.

 

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin’

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin’.

 

     4. BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly

Before they’re forever banned?

 

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

 

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist

Before it is washed to the sea?

Yes, and how many years can some people exist

Before they’re allowed to be free?

Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head

And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

 

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

 

Yes, and how many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?

Yes, and how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, and how many deaths will it take ‘til he knows

That too many people have died?

 

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

 

      5. MR TAMBOURINE MAN

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand

Vanished from my hand

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.

 

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

 

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship

My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip

My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels

To be wanderin’

I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it.

 

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

 

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’ swingin’ madly across the sun

It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run

And but for the sky there are no fences facin’

And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme

To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind

I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re

Seein’ that he’s chasing.

 

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

 

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves

The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves

Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

 

Hey! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

 

     6. HURRICANE

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall

She sees a bartender in a pool of blood

Cries out my God, they killed them all

Here comes the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin’ that he never done

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world

 

Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty see

And another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously

I didn’t do it, he says, and he throws up his hands

I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand

I saw them leavin’, he says, and he stops

One of us had better call up the cops

And so Patty calls the cops

And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’

In the hot New Jersey night

 

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around

Number one contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that

In Paterson that’s just the way things go

If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street

‘Less you want to draw the heat

 

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops

Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ around

He said, I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head

Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead

So they took him to the infirmary

And though this man could hardly see

They told him that he could identify the guilty men

 

Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in

They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs

The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye

Says, wha’d you bring him in here for? He ain’t the guy!

Here’s the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin’ that he never done

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world

 

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame

Rubin’s in South America, fightin’ for his name

While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game

And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to blame

Remember that murder that happened in a bar

Remember you said you saw the getaway car

You think you’d like to play ball with the law

Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night

Don’t forget that you are white

 

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I’m really not sure

The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break

We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello

You don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You’ll be doin’ society a favor

That sonofabitch is brave and gettin’ braver

We want to put his ass in stir

We want to pin this triple murder on him

He ain’t no Gentleman Jim

 

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much

It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay

And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise

Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

And ride a horse along a trail

But then they took him to the jailhouse

Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

 

All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance

The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums

To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger

No one doubted that he pulled the trigger

And though they could not produce the gun

The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed

And the all-white jury agreed

 

Rubin Carter was falsely tried

The crime was murder one, guess who testified

Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man

Be in the palm of some fool’s hand

To see him obviously framed

Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

Where justice is a game

 

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man in a living hell

That’s the story of the Hurricane

But it won’t be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he’s done

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world

 

     7. A HARD RAIN’S A-GONNA FALL

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

And where have you been my darling young one?

I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways

I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

 

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?

And what did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

 

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you hear, my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’

I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’

I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’

I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

 

Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ?

Who did you meet, my darling young one?

I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded in hatred

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

 

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?

And what’ll you do now my darling young one?

I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’

I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest

Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison

And the executioner’s face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten

Where black is the color, where none is the number

And I’ll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it

And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it

And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’

But I’ll know my song well before I start singing

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

 

    8. TANGLED UP IN BLUE

Early one morning the sun was shining

I was laying in bed

Wond’ring if she’d changed it all

If her hair was still red

Her folks they said our lives together

Sure was gonna be rough

They never did like Mama’s homemade dress

Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough

And I was standing on the side of the road

Rain falling on my shoes

Heading out for the East Coast

Lord knows I’ve paid some dues getting through

Tangled up in blue.

 

She was married when we first meet

Soon to be divorced

I helped her out of a jam I guess

But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could

Abandoned it out West

Split it up on a dark sad night

Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me

As I was walking away

I heard her say over my shoulder

“We’ll meet again someday on the avenue”

Tangled up in blue.

 

I had a job in the great north woods

Working as a cook for a spell

But I never did like it all that much

And one day the axe just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans

Where I happened to be employed

Working for a while on a fishing boat

Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone

The past was close behind

I seen a lot of women

But she never escaped my mind my love just grew

Tangled up in blue.

 

She was working in a topless place

And I stopped in for a beer

I just kept looking at her side of her face

In the spotlight so clear

And later on as the crowd thinned out

I’s just about to do the same

She was standing there in back of my chair

Saying “Jimmy, Don’t I know your name?”

I muttered something underneath my breath

She studied the lines on my face

I must admit I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

Tangled up in blue.

 

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe

“I thought you’d never say hello” she said

“You look like the silent type”

Then she opened up a book of poems

And handed it to me

Written by an Italian poet

From the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burning coal

Pouring off of every page

Like it was written in my soul from me to you

Tangled up in blue

 

I lived with them on Montague Street

In a basement down the stairs

There was music in the café at night

And revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves

And something inside of him died

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside

And when finally the bottom fell out

I became withdrawn

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew

Tangled up in blue.

 

So now I’m going back again

I got to get her somehow

All the people we used to know

They’re an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenter’s wives

Don’t know how it all got started

I don’t what they’re doing with their lives

But me I’m still on the road

Heading for another joint

We always did feel the same

We just saw it from a different point of view

Tangled up in Blue.

 

   9. JUST LIKE A WOMAN

Nobody feels any pain

Tonight as I stand inside the rain

Ev’rybody knows

That Baby’s got new clothes

But lately I see her ribbons and her bows

Have fallen from her curls

She takes just like a woman, yes she does

She makes love just like a woman, yes she does

And she aches just like a woman

But she breaks just like a little girl.

 

Queen Mary, she’s my friend

Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again

Nobody has to guess

That Baby can’t be blessed

Till she finally sees that she’s like all the rest

With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls

She takes just like a woman, yes she does

She makes love just like a woman, yes she does

And she aches just like a woman

But she breaks just like a little girl.

 

It’s was raining from the first

And I was dying there of thirst

So I came in here

And your long-time curse hurts

But what’s worse

Is this pain in here

I can’t stay in here

Ain’t it clear that.

 

I just can’t fit

Yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit

When we meet again

Introduced as friends

Please don’t let on that you knew me when

I was hungry and it was your world

Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes you do

You make love just like a woman, yes you do

Then you ache just like a woman

But you break just like a little girl.

 

   10. THE MAN IN ME

The man in me will do nearly any task

As for compensation, there’s a little he will ask

Take a woman like you

To get through to the man in me.

 

Storm clouds are raging all around my door

I think to myself I might not take it anymore

Take a woman like your kind

To find the man in me.

 

But, oh what a wonderful feeling

Just to know that you are near

It sets my heart a-reeling

From my toes up to my ears.

 

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from being seen

But that’s just because he doesn’t want to turn into some machine

Take a woman like you

To get through to the man in me.

 

Another top ten Dylan HERE

 

 

20 con Javier Krahe

Javier Krahe:

1. A lo Brassens: MARIETA

2. Más George Brassens: LA TORMENTA

3. Una fábula de animalitos: EL TOPO

4. Religiosidad: LOS CAMINOS DEL SEÑOR

5. Mitos griegos: COMO ULISES

6. Sexo: MI MANO EN PENA

7. Más sexo: VECINDARIO

8. Alternativas al sexo: NO TODO VA A SER FOLLAR

9. Guerra de sexos: ¿DÓNDE SE HABRÁ METIDO ESTÁ MUJER?

10. El tamaño ¿importa?: UN BURDO RUMOR

11. Amor: NOS OCUPAMOS DEL MAR

12. Memorias del amor: ABAJO EL ALZHEIMER

13. Política: CUERVO INGENUO

14. El paso del tiempo: KRIPTONITA

15. Las brujas: CIENCIAS OCULTAS

16. Despedida literaria: DÉCIMAS CON AGUARRÁS

17. Sant Cugat: SAN CUCUFATO

18. La Jacinta, Venus Afroleches: VILLATRIPAS

19. Autorretrato-esquela-epitafio (largo), Vanitas vanitatis: Y TODO ES VANIDAD

20. Los orígenes: EL CROMOSOMA

The Beautiful South

The Beautiful South was an England pop/rock group formed at the end of the 1980s by two former members of Kingston upon Hull group The Housemartins, Paul Heaton and Dave Hemingway. Other members were Sean Welch (bass), Dave Stead (drums) and Dave Rotheray (guitar) and a succession of female vocalists – Briana Corrigan, Jacqui Abbott and Alison Wheeler. The group broke up in January 2007, claiming the split was due to “musical similarities”, having sold around 15,000,000 records worldwide. In January 2009, it was announced that the former members Dave Hemingway, Alison Wheeler, and Dave Stead would reform under the name “New Beautiful South” which was later changed to “The South”.

3 ORIGINALS AND 3 COVERS

1

Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly
Think of me instead

I’ll never grow so old and flabby
That could never be
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And your love light shines like cardboard
But your work shoes are glistening
She’s a PhD in “I told you so”
You’ve a knighthood in “I’m not listening”

She’ll grab your sweaty bollocks
Then slowly raise her knee
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you realise you can’t make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don’t marry her, fuck me

Those lovely Sunday mornings
With breakfast brought in bed
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
Trying to peck your head

Those birds will peck your soul out
And throw away the key
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And the kitchen’s always tidy
And the bathroom’s always clean
She’s a diploma in “just hiding things”
You’ve a first in “low esteem”

When your socks smell of angels
But your life smells of Brie
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you realise you can’t make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realise you can’t make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don’t marry her, fuck me.

2

And the women tug their hair
Like they’re trying to prove it won’t fall out
And all the men are gargoyles
Dipped long in Irish stout

The whole place is pickled
The people are pickles for sure
And no-one knows if they’ve done more here
Than they ever would do in a jar

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
‘Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone
Anywhere alone

And everyone is blonde
And everyone is beautiful
And when blondes and beautiful are multiple
They become so dull and dutiful

And when faced with dull and dutiful
They fire red warning flares
Battle-Khaki personality
With red underwear

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
‘Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone
Anywhere alone

The whole place is pickled
The people are pickles for sure
And no-one knows if they’ve done more here
Than they ever would do in a jar

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
‘Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
‘Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone

3

She’s a perfect 10, but she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin’ out at the seams
It’s still love in the first degree

When he’s at my gate, with a big fat 8
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door, with a poor poor 4
There ain’t no man can replace

‘Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it’s toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

If he’s extra large well I’m in charge
I can work this thing on top
If he’s XXL well what the hell
Every penny don’t fit the slot

The anorexic chicks, the model 6
They don’t hold no weight with me
Well 8 or 9, well that’s just fine
But I like to hold something I can see

‘Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it’s toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

I’ve bought a watch, to time your beauty
But I’ve had to fit a second hand
I’ve bought a calendar, and every month
Is taken up by lover man

‘Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it’s toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

‘Cause we love our love, in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it’s toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

C1

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams, till sunbeams find you
Gotta keep dreaming leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
You gotta make me a promise, promise to me
You’ll dream, dream a little of me

C2

Everybody’s talking at me.
I don’t hear a word they’re saying,
Only the echoes of my mind.
People stopping staring,
I can’t see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.

I’m going where the sun keeps shining
Thru’ the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.

I’m going where the sun keeps shining
Thru’ the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone

C3

Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go!
Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go!They’re forming in straight line
They’re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They’re piling in the back seat
They’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let’s go
Shoot’em in the back now
What they want, I don’t know
They’re all revved up and ready to go

They’re forming in straight line
They’re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They’re piling in the back seat
They’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let’s go
Shoot’em in the back now
What they want, I don’t know
They’re all revved up and ready to go

They’re forming in straight line
They’re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They’re piling in the back seat
They’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go!
Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go!

the NEW RAEMON

Un clip de Lyona i un concert privat de R.R. amb M.R.

And “yo Simon, tú Garfunkel”:

THE LOVIN’ SPOONFUL: YOUNGER GIRL and COCONUT GROVE

YOUNGER GIRL

She’s one of those girls who seems to come in the Spring
One look in her eyes and you forget everything
You had ready to say
And I saw her today, yeah…

A younger girl keeps a-rollin’ ‘cross my mind
No matter how much I try, I can’t seem to leave her memory behind
I remember her eyes, soft dark and brown
Said she’d never been in trouble, or even in town
A younger girl keeps a-rollin’ ‘cross my mind

And should I hang around, acting like her brother
In a few more years, they’d call us right for each other
And why
If I wait I’ll just die, yeah…

COCONUT GROVE

It’s really true, how nothing matters,
No mad, mad world,
And no mad hatters,
No one’s pitching,
Cause there ain’t no batters,
In coconut grove.

Don’t bar the door,
There’s no one comin’,
The ocean’s roar,
Will dull the drummin’,
Of any city thoughts and city ways.

The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine,
Just to do what we wanna.

Tonight we’ll find a dune that’s ours,
And softly she will speak the stars,
Until sunup.

It’s all in having someone knowin’,
Just which way your head is blowin’,
It’s always warm like in the mornin’,
In coconut grove.

The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine,
Just to do what we wanna.

Tonight we’ll find a dune that’s ours,
And softly she will speak the stars,
Until sunup.

It’s really true, how nothing matters,
No mad, mad world,
And no mad hatters,
No one’s pitching,
Cause there ain’t no batters,
In coconut grove