Soldadito de bolivia, soldadito boliviano armado vas de tu rifle, que es un rifle americano que es un rifle americano, soldadito de bolivia que es un rifle americano Te lo dio el señor barrientos, soldadito boliviano regalo de mr. johnson, para matar a tu hermano para matar a tu hermano, soldadito de bolivia para matar a tu hermano No sabes quien es el muerto, soldadito boliviano el muerto es el che-guevara, y era argentino y cubano y era argentino y cubano, soldadito de bolivia y era argentino y cubano El fue tu mejor amigo, soldadito boliviano el fue el amigo del pobre, del oriente al altiplano del oriente al altiplano, soldadito de bolivia del oriente al altiplano
está mi guitarra entera, soldadito boliviano de luto pero no llora, aunque llorar es humano aunque llorar es humano, soldadito de bolivia aunque llorar es humano No llora por que la hora, soldadito boliviano no es de lagrima y pañuelo, sino de machete en mano sino de machete en mano, soldadito de bolivia sino de machete en mano Con el cobre que te paga, soldadito boliviano que te vendes que te pagas, es lo que piensa el tirano es lo que piensa el tirano, soldadito de bolivia es lo que piensa el tirano Pero aprenderás seguro, soldadito boliviano que a un hermano no se mata, que no se mata a un hermano que no se mata a un hermano, soldadito de bolivia que no se mata a un hermano que no se mata a un hermano
I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her I had to put her Six feet under And I can still hear her complain
I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her I knew I miss her So I had to keep her She's buried right in my back yard
I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her She bitched so much She drove me nuts And now I'm happier this way
I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her I had to put her Six feet under And I can still hear her complain
don't look too long in my face it could be a big mistake i'm hanging on a thread so fine i need a little space i shouldn't say but i know i must i've had enough of pain i'm pissed off standing in the rain
it makes me feel like a mad dog i got nothing to lose mad dog you got nothing i can use mad dog howling at the moon a mad dog
i need no friends i'm on the edge of a broken dream laughing at the pain but it makes me want to scream i should have known she'd be no good she tore my heart in two but i don't need to talk to you
you make me feel like a mad dog i got nothing to lose mad dog you got nothing i can use mad dog howling at the moon a mad dog
she said a hard man is good to find and then she raised a doubt all that i could give she took and then she threw me out well i don't care i don't care anymore i'm going to lose my grip i'm going to let it rip
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
Street's like a jungle So call the police Following the herd Down to Greece On holiday Love in the 90's Is paranoid On sunny beaches Take your chances looking for
[Chorus] GIRLS WHO ARE BOYS WHO LIKE BOYS TO BE GIRLS WHO DO BOYS LIKE THEY'RE GIRLS WHO DO GIRLS LIKE THEY'RE BOYS ALWAYS SHOULD BE SOMEONE YOU REALLY LOVE
Avoiding all work Because there's none available Like battery thinkers Count your thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers Nothing is wasted Only reproduced Get nasty blisters Du bist sehr schon But we haven't been introduced
Hi ha un escola perduda al mig del Montseny On només hi estudien els nens que somien en truites És l’escola dels somiatruites On només hi estudien els nens que somien en truites
I el Joan que somiava que el seu llit tenia ales I a mitjanit despegava i volava, volava i volava. I la Lídia que somiava que el seu nóvio era un llop I es passaven les nits senceres udolant sota la lluna plena Au, au, au i auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
I la Fina que somiava que respirava sota de l’aigua I mai s’ofegava i es feia unes arracades amb perles marines Ah! i a més i a més era íntima dels dofins i els taurons i les gambes. I la Marta que somiava que la terra era quadrada I se n’anava a passar les vacances a una altra galàxia.
I el Fidel que somiava que li fotia una pedrada al rei d’Espanya I el Gerard que somiava que era un gat Que somiava que era en Gerard que somiava I la Joana somiava que el seu pare mai la pegava I la Roser que somiava que la mare mai la renyava I la Cristina que se n’anava xino-xano a la Xina I parlava xinès de la Xina: Xino xao, xao xao ping, xano xino, xino xano
I l’Albert que somiava, somiava, somiava i somiava I de tant que somiava mai no es despertava I a l’escola és clar mai s’hi presentava Però la senyoreta mai li posava una falta i sempre l’aprovava I és que l’Albert estudiar no estudiava Però somniar carai si somiava Carai quina senyoreta que simpàtica que era I somiava que era una marreca que somiava que cantava com una gitaneta a les nits de lluna: ole, ole, ole....
Hi ha una escola perduda al mig del Montseny On només hi estudien els nens que somien en truites És l’escola dels somiatruites
I el Ramon que somiava coses tan estranyes Que és impossible explicar-les I en fi sobre les coses que somiava la Laura És millor no saber-les. I és que hasta el conserge pintava escoles sense muralles, ni classes, Ni reixes, ni mestres, ni tonteries d’aquestes, Amb finestres obertes per on feien carreres els somnis dels nens i les nenes I mentrestant la Fina nedava amb sirenes Gluglgugluuuuu........
Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely. Taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Feeling alone the army's up the rode salvation à la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy freeze when the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
Waiting for a little sign Seems like to no avail Strolling down the pavement aimlessly
Waitin for someone to snatch her bag of memories How come you call it destiny? When the cross you bear's your only company
Never seen you, I don't even know you're name But still I believe
That you are gonna save me Somehow I got a notion Just a little affection on this cold and windy road Save me, from a state of un-emotion Just a little affection on this windy road
Why so long? so confusing? Why's growing up hurt soo bad? Seek what we had lost, we get found and go again I don't know what's gone to me I won't make any promise I believe
Never seen you, I don't even know you're name But still I believe
That you are gonna save me Somehow I got a notion Just a little affection on this cold and windy road Save me, from a state of un-emotion Just a little affection on this windy road
I don't know if I can, I don't know if I should I don't know what is right, and what's to come if you would Here I stand in rain, here in stand in the cold I been locked into (something), another shout in my soul, no
I'm afraid of that harm
Save, save me, got a notion That you are gonna save me Somehow I got a notion Just a little affection on this cold and windy road Save me, from a state of un-emotion Just a little affection on this windy road
I'll wait for you till I turn blue There's nothin' more a man can do Don't get your bollocks in a twist Settle down, don't take a fit Ya drank with demons straight form Hell They almost nearly won as well Ya wiped the floor with victory Then puked until you fell asleep
Blackened was the banshee's wail These boot will never fill her jail So you crawled into an empty boat For the Gulf of Mexico Till Cortez came an' when so did you From the ashes charred and blue Smellin' like a Salty Dog Back from Hell where you belong
Anarchy, the scourge of every sea The Antichrist aboard a rig With us your cutthroat thieves The ship went down we all near drowned Ya stood there on the deck Till the Spanish came and flogged yer arse And dragged you from the wreck
They threw a rope around yer neck To watch you dance the jig of death Then left ya for the starvin' crows Hoverin' like hungry whores One flew down plucked out yer eye The other he had in his sights Ya snarled at him, said leave me be I need the bugger so I can see
I was walkin' down the street Concentratin' on truckin' right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round in a state of fright I saw four faces one mad A brother from the gutter They looked me up and down a bit And turned to each other
I say I don't like cricket oh no I love it I don't like cricket no no I love it Don't you walk thru my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
Well he looked down at my silver chain He said I'll give you one dollar I said You've got to be jokin' man It was a present from me Mother He said I like it I want it I'll take it off your hands And you'll be sorry you crossed me You'd better understand that you're alone A long way from home
And I say I don't like reggae no no I love it I don't like reggae oh no I love it Don't you cramp me style Don't you queer on me pitch Don't you walk thru my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinkin' pina coladas I heard a dark voice beside me say Would you like something harder She said I've got it you want it My harvest is the best And if you try it you'll like it And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday
And I say Don't like Jamaica oh no I love her Don't like Jamaica oh no I love her oh yea Don't you walk thru her words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru her words 'Cause you ain't heard her out yet
I don't like cricket I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) I don't like reggae I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) Don't like Jamaica I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)
Here I go, Going down, down, down, My mind is a blank, My head is spinning around and around, As I go deep into the funnel of love.
It's such a crazy, crazy feeling, I get weak in the knees, My poor old head is a reelin', As I go deep into the funnel of love.
I tried and I tried, to run and hide, I even tried to run away, Ya just can't run from the funnel of love, It's gonna get ya someday.
It's such a crazy, crazy feeling, I get weak in the knees, My poor old head is a reelin', As I go deep into the funnel of love.
I tried and I tried, to run and hide, I even tried to run away, Ya just can't run from the funnel of love, It's gonna get ya someday.
Here I go, going down, down, down, My mind is a blank, My head is spinning around and around, As I go deep into the funnel of love, Deep into the funnel of love, Deep into the funnel of love.
Oh, the year was seventeen seventy-eight, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! A letter of marque came from the king, To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen.
God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns — shed no tears; Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barrett's Privateers.
Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! For twenty brave men all fishermen who, Would make for him the Antelope's crew.
God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns — shed no tears; Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barrett's Privateers.
The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! She'd a list to the port and and her sails in rags, And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and the jags.
God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns — shed no tears; Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barrett's Privateers.
On the King's birthday we put to sea, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! We were ninety-one days to Montego Bay, Pumping like madmen all the way.
God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns — shed no tears; Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barrett's Privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight, With our cracked four pounders we made to fight.
God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns — shed no tears; Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barrett's Privateers.
The Yankee lay low down with gold, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! She was broad and fat and loose in the stays, But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days.
God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns — shed no tears; Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barrett's Privateers.
Then at length she stood two cables away, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din, But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in.
God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns — shed no tears; Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barrett's Privateers.
The Antelope shook and pitched on her side, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, And the main truck carried off both me legs.
God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns — shed no tears; Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barrett's Privateers.
Now here I lay in my twenty-third year, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! It's been six long years since we sailed away, And I just made Halifax yesterday.
God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns — shed no tears; Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barrett's Privateers.
Wake up It's a beautiful morning Honey, while the sun is still shining Wake up Would you like to go with me? Honey, take a run down to the beach
Oh, mama I wanna go surfing Oh, mama I don't care about nothing
Wake up There's a new kid in the town Honey, he's moving into the big house Remember When I was so very hopeless Darling, he's gonna make it all better
Oh, mama I wanna go surfing Oh, mama I don't care about nothing
Down, down baby Down by the rollercoaster Sweet, sweet baby I'll never let you go (X 4)
Oh, mama I wanna go surfing Oh, mama I don't care about nothing
Oh, mama I wanna go surfing Oh, mama I don't care about nothing
No suelo pensar que los demás teman por mí a lo mejor supones que soy un animal no más silvestre que esta piedra que mi enojo el día que yo vi lo miserable que podías ser lo miserable no suelo pensar que los demás me entienden ni un momento y una vez que empiezo a hablar mis vomitonas me convierten en un descarado sí tienes razón es complicado mantener el tipo en cualquier situación ya ves yo sobrevivo a base de basura y desencuentro no podrás decir que no te dije lo que había un día en su momento mirarte bien que estás inflado de mediocridad no suelo decir lo repugnante que resulta veros en la tele haciendo bailar los numeritos en las tablas vuestras putas casas son de verdad y a mí me da que todo es de mentira vi como una vez cambiabas todo en el telediario vi a todos llorar es imposible contenerme ahora no consigo vi a tu mujer cómo besaba a todos en Madrid en las calles y a ti en Berlín vendiendo Europa a los americanos Todo lo que nunca tendré
Are they laughing “at or with me” Ah baby those are such great shoes And I think that I’m so happy now And I think this is a better you Jack Johnson lyrics-celebrities.anekatips.com
Oooooooo ooooh Are they laughing at or with me Oooooooo ooooh Why can’t we just say what we mean
People are just trying to fit in But is there something telling you You can’t trust anyone in this town Ah baby those are such great shoes
Oooooooo ooooh Are they laughing at or with me Oooooooo anekatips ooooh Why can’t we just say what we mean
Don’t put your money where your mouth is baby We don’t want to see you choke Nobody’s joking around here anymore Nobody’s broking any high scores No dancing shoes have touched these dusty floors For such a long long time For such a long long time For such a long time
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Oooooooo ooooh Are they laughing at or with me Oooooooo ooooh Why can’t we just say what we mean
When I wake up, well I know i'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next you When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you And if I haver up, Yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you
But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles To fall down at your door
When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you And when the money, comes in for the work I do I'll pass almost every penny on to you When I come home(When I come home), well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you And if I grow-old,(When I grow-old) well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you
But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles To fall down at your door
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When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream I'm gonna Dream about the time when I'm with you When I go out(When I go out), well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you And when I come home(When I come home), yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you
But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles To fall down at your door
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And I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles To fall down at your door
Today's the day our younger son Is going off to war Fightin' in the age old battle We've sometimes won before Flags that line old main street Are blowin' in the wind These must be the flags of freedom flyin'
Church bells are ringin' As the families stand and wave Some of them are cryin' But the soldiers look so brave Lookin' straight ahead Like they know just where they're goin' Past the flags of freedom flyin'
Sister has her headphones on She hears the music blasting She sees her brother marchin' by Their bond is everlasting Listening to Bob Dylan singin' in 1963 Watching the flags of freedom flyin'
She sees the president speakin' On a Flat-screen TV In the window of the old appliance store She turns to see her brother again But he's already walkin' past The flags of freedom flyin'
Have you seen the flags of freedom? What color are they now? Do you think that you believe in yours More than they do theirs somehow? When you see the flags of freedom flyin'
Today's the day our younger son Is goin' off to war Fightin' in the age old battle We've sometimes won before Flags that line old main street Are blowin' in the wind These must be the flags of freedom flyin'
I'll never forget you I'll never forget you I'll never forget how we promised one day To love one another forever that way We said we'd never say, "Good-bye" But that was long ago Now you've forgotten, I know No use to wonder why Let's say farewell with a sigh Let love die But we'll go on living Our own way of living So you take the high road and I'll take the low It's time that we parted It's much better so But kiss me as you go Good-bye...
There's a story in my eyes Turn the pages of desire Now it's time to trade those dreams For the rush of passion's fire I can feel you tremble when we touch And I feel the hand of fate Reaching out to both of us I've been holding back the night I've been searching for a clue from you I'm gonna try with all my might To make this story line come true Can ya feel me tremble when we touch Can ya feel the hand of fate Reaching out to both of us This love affair can't wait
*I can't hold back, I'm on the edge (I can't hold back) You voice explodes inside my head I can't hold back, I won't back down Girl it's too late to turn back now*
Another shooting star goes by And in the night the silence speaks to you and I And now the time has come at last Don't let the moment run too fast I can feel you tremble when we touch And I feel the hand of fate reaching out to both of us There's a story in my eyes, turn the pages of desire Now it's time to trade those dreams For the rush of passion's fire
