Trajo esta manana lindo telegrama un ansioso colibri me decia que la savia de insectos y ranas anunciaba el fin. Vi por la ventana ilicitos enjambres
And my skin she said it shakes so hard the gears are falling off and the walls, they seem to jump out of place and fly like kites in outerspace and we
The ashtray says You were up all night When you went to bed With your darkest mind Your pillow wept You covered your eyes And you finally slept While
The way things go You get so low Struggle to find your skin Oh hey ho Look out below Your prayers will never be answered again Phones still ring And
I lived in a place called Okfuskee And I had a little girl in a holler tree I said, little girl, it's plain to see Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Let's have Christ our President Let us have him for our king Cast your vote for the Carpenter That they call the Nazarene The only way We could ever
The court has come. The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will
The ashtray says you were up all night When you went to bed with your darkest mind Your pillow wept and covered your eyes And you finally slept while
Underneath the shelf Cracks appear in thick enamel In this lapse excuse for wasting time I wait for signals shooting stars I'd scrape through every branch
Go Gonna be a liar? Lie to me Gonna be a liar? Lie to me Gonna be a liar? Lie to me Gonna be a while? Lie to me Gonna be a while? Lie to me Gonna be
If you keep losing sleep over other lovers If you keep losing me, you're gonna be bored If you're up chimney sweep under rubble covers If you keep counting
Death becomes clearer through bloodshot eyes As a death from old age comes nearer Why can't the livestock be free When trading soldiers for steak? Learn
I like you. Girl you don't got nothin to prove to me I know that times have been rough For the both of us But I'l pray for a change You see this world
The way things go you get so low Struggle to find your skin Hey ho, look out below Your prayers will never be answered again Phones still ring and singers