I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
Well be the passenger
Well ride through the city tonight
See the citys ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his windows eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...

Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

here we go to another candle I know
all the girls there playin' on a jelly roll

time to take a ride - time to take it in a midnite eye
and if you wanna go - get on below
pinking out the day - dreaming out the crazy way
finger on the love - it's all above

everywhere it's six-sex-six by luck
a satellite wish will make it just enough
you'll be making out with a witch in a coffee truck

time to rock the road - and tell the story of the jelly rollin'
dirty boots are on - hi di ho
pinking out the black - dreaming in a crack
Satan got her tongue - now it's undone

I got some dirty boots - yeah dirty boots
I got some dirty boots - baby
dirty boots

Far far far away way
People heard him say say
I will find a way way
There will come a day day
Something will be done

Then at last the mighty ship
Descending at a point of flame
Made contact with the human race at no time

Now now now is the time time
Time to be be be aware

Not as far the solar bear
In human role revealed to him
A living soul of heavenward forever
Sunlight, something in my eye
Something in the sky
Waiting there for me

The antelope grows hurling back
The servicemen would like to sigh
The memory went flowing rounds
As Lucy in the sky
Oh oh did you ever know
No never ever will they ascend

Summoning in his cosmic powers
And flowing slightly from his toes
Psychedelic nations fly

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

I shot the sheriff
But I didnt shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.)
Yeah! all around in my home town,
Theyre tryin to track me down;They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,For the life of a deputy.
But I say: I shot the sheriff - oh, lord! -
(and they say it is a capital offence.)
Yeah! (ooh, ooh, oo-oh) yeah!
Sheriff john brown always hated me,
For what, I dont know,Every time I plant a seed,
He said kill it before it grow ,He said kill them before they grow.
And so:Read it in the news:
(I shot the sheriff.) oh, lord!
(but I swear it was in self-defence.)
Where was the deputy? (oo-oo-oh)
I say: I shot the sheriff,
But I swear it was in selfdefence. (oo-oh) yeah!
Freedom came my way one day,And I started out of town, yeah!
All of a sudden I saw sheriff john brown,Aiming to shoot me down,
So I shot - I shot - I shot him down and I say:
If I am guilty I will pay.(I shot the sheriff,)
But I say (but I didnt shoot no deputy),
I didnt shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh), oh no!
(I shot the sheriff.) i did!,But I didnt shoot no deputy. oh! (oo-oo-ooh)
Reflexes had got the better of me,And what is to be must be:
Every day the bucket a-go a well,
One day the bottom a-go drop out,One day the bottom a-go drop out.
I say:
I - I - I - I shot the sheriff.Lord, I didnt shot the deputy. yeah!
I - I (shot the sheriff) -But I didnt shoot no deputy, yeah! no, yeah!

If you want me to stay,I'll be around today,to be available for you to see.
But I am about to go,And then you'll know,For me to stay here I got to be mean.
You'll never be in doubt,That's what it's all about,You can't take it for granted it's mine.
Get home and please and don't,Forget to reach me by phone.Because I promise I'll be gone for a while.
And when you see me again,I hope that you have been,The kind of person....that you really are now.
Got to get in straight,How could I ever be late,When you're my woman taking up my time.
Whoa, oh how could you ever allow,I guess I wonder how,How could you pick out your pockets of fun. HOW HOW!!
Well you know that you'll never know toooooo,Number one's gonna be number one,ohh oww oohh
I'll be good,I wish I could,I get this message over to you now.
...and when you see me again,I hope that you have been,The kind of person you really are now.

Summertime
an´ the livin´ is easy
Fish are jumpin´
an´ the cotton is high
Oh, yo´ daddy´s rich
an yo´ ma is good lookin´
So hush, little baby,
don´ you cry

One of these mornin´s
you goin´ to rise up singin´;
Then you´ll spread yo´ wings
an you´ll take the sky
But till that mornin´
there´s a nothin´ can harm you
with Daddy an´ Mammy
standin´ by

Ain’t got no home, ain’t got no shoes
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no class
Ain’t got no friends, ain’t got no schoolin’
Ain’t got no wear, ain’t got no job
Ain’t got no man

Ain’t got no father, ain’t got no mother
Ain’t got no children, ain’t got no
Ain’t got no earth, ain’t got no water
Ain’t got no ticket, ain’t got no token
Ain’t got no love

I got my hair, I got my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I got my mouth, I got my smile

I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my tits
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, got my blood

Got life , I got my life

Well the sheaves have all been brought, but the fields have washed away,
And the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid,
And the times we see ahead, we must glaze with rozy hues,
For what don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose.
Millenia in coming, the modern age is here.
It sanctifies the future, yet renders us with fear.
So many theories, so many prophecies,
What we do need is a change of ideas.
When we are scared we can hide in our reveries but
What we need is a change of ideas.
Change of ideas, change of ideas,
What we need now is a change of ideas.

Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand,
Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying.
Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion,
Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation.
Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure,
Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
Hey Mother Mercy can your loins bear fruit forever?
Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?
And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all my decisions
With a quick wink of the eye
And a "God you must be joking!"
Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations,
Did you see the children cry when you left them at the station?
Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation,
And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations.
And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all of my decisions
I want to conquer the world,
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children,
I'll do away with air pollution and then all save the whales,
We'll have peace on earth and global communion.
I want to conquer the world!

cada dia,antes de dormir,debo reconocerme a mi mismo mi condicion humana,a veces olvidada por las atraccion luminica de mi librito blanco.
Hay discos que no estan hechos para escuchar en cd,al completo ..y sin esa pausa entre las dos caras del disco,que aprovechas para hacer lo que no hacias antes de tener que ir a cambiar el disco. Sin embargo...hay discos que una de sus caras es justo la magia que necesitas un dia....
abril y calor....shuggie otis...inspiration information,cara a.

es curioso como la linea del horizonte siempre deja irse a tus pensamientos.....

viene el verano.......