Elle M'attend
((Adapted from: The Last Time (The Rolling Stones) - 1965))
((German Version: Des Kennt Unser End Sein (Peter Schleicher) - 1979))
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards - Claude Righi
Performer(s): Ronnie Bird - 1965



Eh là, vous là-bas, vous m'attendez pas
Menez-moi auprès d'elle, conduisez-moi
Vous qui savez où elle s'est cachée
Où elle s'est cachée pour pleurer

Et on me dit qu'elle m'attend
On me dit qu'elle m'attend
On dit qu'elle m'attend depuis trop longtemps
Oh non, oh non

Je n'ai jamais rien pris au sérieux
Pourtant parfois, je suis malheureux
Quelque chose a changé en moi
Je l'aime et je ne le savais pas

Et on me dit qu'elle m'attend
On me dit qu'elle m'attend
On dit qu'elle m'attend depuis trop longtemps
Oh non, oh non

Eh là, vous là-bas, vous m'attendez pas
Menez-moi auprès d'elle, conduisez-moi
Ne partez pas, il faut m'aider
Je l'ai déjà trop fait pleurer

Et on me dit qu'elle m'attend
On me dit qu'elle m'attend
On dit qu'elle m'attend depuis trop longtemps
Oh non, oh non

On dit qu'elle m'attend, oh non, oh non, non
Vous n'en savez rien, oh non, non, non 

Chanson Souvenir
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon



Chanson souvenir
Refrain de rires et de pleurs
Chanson rétro
Que la radio
Chante en écho
De notre histoire

Chanson souvenir
Qui rappelle à nos cœur
Que l'on s'était juré
Fiévreux, nous les enfants d'hier
De ne vivre que pour s'aimer
Enracinés dans le même univers
Mon amour
Oh ! mon amour
Quand ta vie m'était offerte
Dans les champs
De nos printemps
L'herbe était plus tendre et verte

Chanson souvenir
Témoin de tant de bonheur
Qui vient souvent
Tirer à blanc
A bout portant
Sur ma mémoire

Chanson souvenir
Fredonnée joue contre joue
Quand tourne rien que pour nous
Un vieux disque en trente-trois tours
Chanson de nos souvenir
Hymne dédié à notre amour
Plus beau, plus grand, jour après jour
Qui tendrement dans nos cœurs fait jaillir
Nos souvenirs

Fruitcakes
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Amy Lee
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett



You know I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day
She runs the space station and bait shop down near Boomtown
She told me that human beings were flawed individuals, that the cosmic
bakers took us out of the oven a little too early, and I believe it

Take for example when you go to the movies these days
They try to sell you this jumbo drink 8 extra ounces of watered down
Cherry Coke for an extra 25 cents, I don't want it 
I don't want that much organization in my life
I don't want other people thinking for me
I want my Junior Mints! Where did Junior Mints go in the movi?
I don't want a 12lb. Nestles Crunch for 25 dollars
I want Junior Mints!
We need more fruitcakes in this world
Less bakers!
We need people that care!
I'm mad as hell and I don't want to take it anymore!!

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week

Halfbaked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise--Lost and Found
Paradise--Take a look around

I was out in California 
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mud slides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars, Brontosaurs
Chinese mondern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust

Chorus

Speaking of fruitcakes--How 'bout the government
your tax dollars at work

We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokeman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship 
Has lost its cone-shaped head

We spend ninety jillion dollars
Trying to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter 
Ringin out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the earth
Struttin' naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Religion, religion 
Oh there's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning
Here we go now
All right altar boys

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The God's honest truth is it's not that simple

It's the Buddhist in you 
It's the Pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's the born again look, it's the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on I ain't got a clue

Here come the big ones--Relationships--We all got 'em, we all want 'em
What do we do with 'em?

Here we go I'll tell ya
She said you've got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent

But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lighting 
And a harmless lightning bug

Chorus

The future--Captain's log--Star date 2000 and sometin'

We're seven years from the millenium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal
Now don't look that abstract

So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape 
And practice what I preache
Get Jah lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach

Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
It's a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day

Chorus

That's right 
You too 
Those crumbs are spread all around this universe 
I've seen fruitcakes 
I saw this guy in Santa Monica roller skate naked thru the crosswalk 
Down in New Orleans, in the French market there are fruitcakes like you cannot believe 
New York, forget it, fruitcake city
Down island we got fruitcakes 
Spread them crumbs around 
That's right 
We want 'em around 
Keep bakin' baby, keep bakin'!

The Last Time
Composer(s): Robin Randall - Judithe Randall - Jeff Law
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Oh, I can't believe the time has come
What can I do, there's no place to run
Hold me close, it's not too much to ask
Help me forget, tonight might be our last
Don't let it pass

If it's the last time
Let me wrap my love around you
Let me lose you like I found you
Make it feel like paradise

If it's the last time
There's no danger in the fire
Let it burn and take us higher
Let's give it one more try
One last time before goodbye

We've got one more chance to make it right
To share the days, the way we shared our nights
Talkin' was so hard to do
I turned away and kept on hurting you
It can't be true, no...

If it's the last time
Let me wrap my love around you
Let me lose you like I found you
Make it feel like paradise

If it's the last time
There's no danger in the fire
Let it burn and take us higher
Let's give it one more try
One last time before goodbye

Let the heartaches fade away
Give them back to yesterday
I need you to stay and hold me
Touch me
There must be a way

If it's the last time
Let me wrap my love around you
Let me lose you like I found you
Make it feel like paradise

If it's the last time
There's no danger in the fire
Let it burn and take us higher
Let's give it one more try

No... if it's the last time
Let me wrap my love around you
Let me lose you like I found you
Make it feel like paradise

Chanson Sans Paroles
((Finnish Version: Sanaton Laulu (Markku Riikonen) - 1986))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - François Rauber
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1962



J'aurais aimé ma belle
T'écrire une chanson
Sur cette mélodie
Rencontrée une nuit
J'aurais aimé ma belle
Rien qu'au point d'Alençon
T'écrire un long poème
T'écrire un long "je t'aime"

Je t'aurais dit "amour"
Je t'aurais dit "toujours"
Mais de mille façons
Mais par mille détours
Je t'aurais dit "partons"
Je t'aurais dit "brûlons
Brûlons de jour en jour
De saisons en saisons"

Mais le temps que s'allume
L'idée sur le papier
Le temps de prendre une plume
Le temps de la tailler
Mais le temps de me dire
Comment vais-je l'écrire
Et le temps est venu
Où tu ne m'aimais plus
{2x}

Fruit Tree
Composer(s): Nick Drake
Performer(s): Nick Drake; Au Revoir Borealis; 
Field of Blue; Beppe Gambetta



Time has told me you're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure for a  troubled mind
And time has told me not to ask for more for someday our ocean will find its shore

So I'll leave the ways that are making me be what I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love what I really don't want to love

Time has told me you came with the dawn, a soul with no footprint, a rose with no thorn
Your tears they tell me there's really no way of ending your troubles with things you can say
And time will tell you to stay by my side, to keep on trying till there's no more to hide

So leave the ways that are making you be what you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love what you really don't want to love

Time has told me you're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure for a troubled mind
And time has told me not to ask for more for someday our ocean will find its shore

The Last Thing On My Mind
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
First release by: Tom Paxton - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - C'était Bien La Dernière Chose (Nana Mouskouri)
1971 - Niet Slecht Bedoeld (Miek en Roel)



It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my heart is turning
In your hand, in your hand

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

You've got reasons a-plenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growing
Please don't go, please don't go

As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Every song in my heart lies a burning
Without you, without you

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

Chanson Pour Toi
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Quand l'aube se prend pour Matisse
Quand les papillons se déplissent
Comme la fleur du grenadier
Quand le premier soleil fragile
Frappe aux volets clos de la ville
Un à un pour les réveiller
Quand le premier cheval qui trotte
A de la fumée sous les bottes
De la terre sous les souliers

J'ouvre les yeux et je te vois
J'ouvre les yeux et je te crois
J'ouvre les yeux et c'est pour toi
Que je veux vivre, mon amour

Quand midi se prend pour Cézanne
Qu'il met du vent dans les platanes
Et du bleu dans les oliviers
Quand tous les troupeaux s'effarouchent
Que la chaleur les prend, les couche
A l'ombre maigre d'un figuier
Quand toutes les rues sont désertes
Que nulle n'offre une place verte
Un refuge, une ombre, un sentier

J'ouvre les yeux et je te vois
J'ouvre les yeux et je te crois
J'ouvre les yeux et c'est pour toi
Que je veux vivre, mon amour

Quand le soir bleuit ses falaises
Comme une estampe japonaise
Comme un Renoir, comme un Manet
Quand le soleil vibre, chavire
Dans l'océan et qu'il s'étire
Comme un éventail déplié
Lorsque tout se métamorphose
Et que seul le parfum des roses
Continue de s'exaspérer

J'ouvre les yeux et je te vois
J'ouvre les yeux, je tends les bras
J'ouvre les yeux et c'est pour toi
Que je veux vivre, mon amour
Mon amour...

Fruit Trader
Composer(s): John Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Mellencamp



Cain told Abel, "Brother, you'd better get busy 
We got watermelon burnin' up out there in the sun" 
Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly 
Raisin' up this fruit trader bull, you know it ain't no fun" 

Chorus: 
We're just yellin' in the dark 
We're just pissin' in the wind 
From underneath the sheets that we pray from 
Better let a little bit of this goodness get in 

So Cain rose up and he slay his brother 
The human soul and violence sometimes can be the next of kin 
And feelings are real in moments of desperation 
When the lowest dimension of the animal is let in 

Chorus: 
We're just yellin' in the dark 
We're just pissin' in the wind 
From underneath the sheets that we pray from 
Better let a little bit of this goodness get in 

Ain't got no purpose, ain't got no direction, I ain't got no morals 
Ain't got no politics, ain't got no particular point of view 
What I've got is plenty of time on my hands, Ol' Skinny's playground 
Hey, Lord, tell me again, what you want me to do? 

Chorus: 
We're just yellin' in the dark 
We're just pissin' in the wind 
From underneath the sheets that we pray from 
Better let a little bit of this beauty 
Better let a little bit of this goodness get in

C'était Bien La Dernière Chose
((Adapted from: The Last Thing On My Mind (Tom Paxton) - 1964))
((Dutch Version: Niet Slecht Bedoeld (Miek en Roel) - 1971))
Composer(s): Tom Paxton - Vline Buggy
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1967



Le bonheur n'est-il donc en ce monde
Que fumée, que fumée?
N'attends pas des racines profondes
À s'aimer, à s'aimer!

Ne pars pas sans un mot
Demain, il fera jour
J'ai eu tort bien souvent, je le sais
Me pardonneras-tu jamais
Si je t'ai fait de la peine?
C'était bien la dernière chose que je voulais

Je n'ai plus que des larmes pour me défendre
À tes yeux, à tes yeux
J'aurais pu t'aimer mieux et te rendre
Plus heureux, plus heureux

Ne pars pas sans un mot
Demain, il fera jour
J'ai eu tort bien souvent, je le sais
Me pardonneras-tu jamais
Si je t'ai fait de la peine?
C'était bien la dernière chose que je voulais

Tu t'en vas oublier notre histoire
Pour longtemps, très longtemps
Mais le temps ne peut rien à la mémoire
Pour autant, pour autant

Ne pars pas, ne pars pas
Demain, il fera jour
Mon amour, si jamais tu partais,
J'en aurais bien trop de peine
Mais si tu me pardonnais
Ce serait bien la plus belle chose qui m'arriverait

Ce serait bien la plus belle chose qui m'arriverait 
Ce serait bien la plus belle chose qui m'arriverait

Chanson Pour Que Tu M'aimes Un Peu
Composer(s): Robert Gall - P. Gall
Performer(s): France Gall



Je ne demande pas que tu sois gentil
Pour moi dans la vie
Mais que tu m'aimes un peu
Je ne demande pas que tu me souris
Quand je suis jolie
Mais que tu m'aimes un peu

Car tu ne me vois pas
Et pourtant je suis là

Je ne demande pas
D'effleurer ma main
Quand je dis je suis bien
Mais que tu m'aimes un peu

Je ne demande pas
Que pour mes chansons
Tu dises sans façon
Bien sûr je t'aime un peu

Car tu ne me vois pas
Et pourtant je suis là

Mais souvent je demande
Que tes yeux s'éclairent
Quand je dis des vers
Pour que tu m'aimes un peu
Mais souvent je demande
Le cœur malheureux
Des larmes dans les yeux
Quand m'aimeras-tu un peu

Car tu ne me vois pas
Et pourtant je suis là
Car tu ne me vois pas
Et pourtant je suis là

Frozen Warnings
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico; Lou Reed



Friar hermit stumbles over
The cloudy borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline

Into numberless reflections
Rises a smile from your eyes into mine
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline

Over railroad station tracks
Faintly flickers a modest cry
From without a thousand cycles
A thousand cycles to come
A thousand times to win
A thousand ways to run the world
In a similar reply

Friar hermit stumbles over
The cloudy borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline

Close to the frozen borderline
Close to the frozen borderline
Close to the frozen borderline

Niet Slecht Bedoeld
((Adapted from: The Last Thing On My Mind (Tom Paxton) - 1964))
((French Version: C'était Bien La Dernière Chose (Nana Mouskouri) - 1967))
Composer(s): Tom Paxton - Miel Appelmans
Performer(s): Miek en Roel - 1971



Wie op liefde een luchtkasteel wil bouwen
Bouwt op zand, bouwt op zand
Net als water loopt illusie en vertrouwen
Uit m'n hand, uit m'n hand

Ga je zo van me weg zonder woord van vaarwel
Zonder spoor van wat eens is geweest
Ik kon meer van je houden, je hebt je gekwetst gevoeld
Maar weet, dat had ik echt niet slecht bedoeld

Daar het onkruid van het wantrouwen groeide
Om ons heen, om ons heen
En je zag hoe wij uit elkander groeiden
Ging je heen, ging je heen

Ga je zo van me weg zonder woord van vaarwel
Zonder spoor van wat eens is geweest
Ik kon meer van je houden, je hebt je gekwetst gevoeld
Maar weet, dat had ik echt niet slecht bedoeld

Al m'n woorden van spijt hoor ik sterven
In m'n mond, in m'n mond
Een herinnering breekt eenzaam aan scherven
Op de grond, op de grond

Ga je zo van me weg zonder woord van vaarwel
Zonder spoor van wat eens is geweest
Ik kon meer van je houden, je hebt je gekwetst gevoeld
Maar weet, dat had ik echt niet slecht bedoeld

Weer een nacht die zich buigt voor de morgen
Waar ben jij, waar ben jij
En de dag stroomt me tegen met z'n zorgen
Draai weer bij, draai weer bij

Ga je zo van me weg zonder woord van vaarwel
Zonder spoor van wat eens is geweest
Ik kon meer van je houden, je hebt je gekwetst gevoeld
Maar weet, dat had ik echt niet slecht bedoeld
Maar weet, dat had ik echt niet slecht bedoeld

Chanson Pour Mes Amis
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain



Peut-être qu'on se voit
Pour la dernière fois
Mes vieux copains mes amis
Et je vais sans pudeur
Déshabiller mon cœur
Dire ce qu'on n's'est jamais dit

Je ne sais pas du tout
Je ne sais pas pourquoi
Ce sont croisés nos chemins
C'est parce que c'était vous
C'est parce que c'était moi
Il faut pas chercher plus loin

J'étais tout seul et paumé dans ma vie
On me demandait pas mon avis
Et puis j'ai été deux
J'ai été trois et c'est drôle
J'ai plus jamais eu froid
Alors pour ça je veux vous dire merci
Et tant pis si ça vous fait sourire

Peut-être qu'on se voit
Pour la dernière fois
Mes amis mes vieux copains
Alors je veux vous dire
Sans honte et sans rougir
Voilà, je vous aime bien

J'ai essuyé des grands coups de cafard
Des nuits blanches bourrées d'idées noires
Et vous comme par hasard
Vous étiez là et j'étais tout content
D'être moi
Alors pour ça je veux vous dire merci
Et tant mieux si ça vous fait sourire

Peut-être qu'on se voit
Pour la dernière fois
Mes vieux copains mes amis
Alors je vais quand même
Vous dire que je vous aime
Et je vous aurais tout dit!
Oui je voulais quand même
Vous dire je vous aime
Et je vous ai tout dit...

Frozen Orange Juice
Composer(s): Peter Sarstedt
Performer(s): Peter Sarstedt



I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice
On this fantastic day
We'll walk the sunny hills of Madrid
Laughing all the way

And if you feel you wanna run down the beach
A place that no one else has ever seen before

Well, I'll pick a flower from the road and
And place it in your heart
We will hold our breath together
We shall never part

You rescue me, I rescue you
You rescue me, I rescue you, yes I do
And you'll be the song, ahh
 
La la la la la...etc

And in the morning when we wake up
I'll be on my way
Echoes ringing in my head
of this fantastic day

You rescue me, I rescue you
You rescue me, I rescue you, yes I do
And you'll be the song, ahh

I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice
I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice
I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice...etc.

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
((French Version: La Mort Solitaire De Hattie Carroll (Hugues Aufray) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder

But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking

But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger

But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished

And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence

Oh, but you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face, for now's the time for your tears

The Last Ten Years (Superman)
Composer(s): Tommy Conners - D. Vincent Williams
Performer(s): Kenny Rogers



Oh, the last ten years, it's been quite a trip
Over thirty-six-hundred spins around without a cosmic slip
But within the realm of our atmosphere
We're 'bout as out of whack as we've been in a million years
We watched the Y2K scare with the panic
An' we watched as time proved Nostrodamus wrong
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost Superman, mmmm

Well, the last ten years, look at the hills we've climbed
The best golfer's black, the best rapper's white an' it's about damn time
But we best beware, there's a brand new fight, you see
An' I hate to say we might be our own worst enemy
We watched Oklahoma sifting through the damage
An' we watched a US President get caught
We watched shareholders watch their savings vanish
We all cried when we watched those towers fall
We lost Minnie Pearl, Ron Reagan and Sam I Am
We even lost Superman, mmmm

Expensive gas an' free downloads
The dot-com boom, an' reality shows
What's gonna happen next is anybody's guess
Satellite radio and hybrid cars
Hand-held computers an' a trip to Mars
It's all become a part of who we are
In the last ten years

In the last ten years
We lost George Harrison, John Paul and June Carter-Cash
Hell, we even lost Superman
Gonna miss you, Chris...

Chanson Pour Lily
Composer(s): Michael Mallory
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Elle avait honte de m'aimer
Elle que l'on achetait
Lily, Lily

Elle ne savait pas pleurer
Quelque chose s'était brisé
Lily, Lily

Elle a découvert l'amour
Comme un enfant voit le jour
Lily, Lily

Je ne suis pas plus pur que toi
Je ne suis pas meilleur que toi

Et Marie-Madeleine aussi
A bien pu changer sa vie
Lily, Lily

Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily

Mon amour ma fille de rien
Toi tu m'as montré le chemin

Elle s'est perdue dans la nuit
Comme pour sauver ma vie
Lily, Lily

Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily
Et je t'aime Lily

Fronteras
Composer(s): Domínguez; Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



No cuento más que fronteras
hacia cualquier dirección
Mi estrella fue de tercera
no mi sol

Mi cuerpo reta mil leyes
para cambiar de lugar
Mi sueño, rey entre reyes
echa a andar

Tengo un paraíso de fantasía
sin embargo prescindo del mundo en que vivo
Cada confín es un agravio a mi visión, mi verso, mi sangre

Fronteras de tierra
fronteras de mares
fronteras de arena
fronteras de aire
Fronteras de sexo
fronteras raciales
fronteras de sueños
y de realidades

Fronteras famosas
fronteras quemantes
fronteras de fastuosas
fronteras de hambre
Fronteras de oprobio
fronteras legales
fronteras de odio
fronteras infames

Mi país es pobre, mi piel mejunje
mi gobierno proscrito, mis huestes utópicas
Mi voz no cuenta en las campanas de información
por no ser globable

Fronteras de rejas
y de libertades
fronteras de bienes
que a veces son males
Lo mismo perpetuas
que provisionales
me envuelven fronteras
por todas mis partes

The Last Shot
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): Lou Reed



The last shot should have killed me
Pour another drink
Let's drink to the last shot
And the blood on the dishes in the sink
Blood inside the coffee cup
Blood on the table top

But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot

I shot blood at the fly on the wall
My heart almost stopped hardly there at all
I broke the mirror with my fall
With my fall, fall, fall; fall, fall, fall
Gimme a double, give yourself one too
Gimme a short beer, and one for you, too
And a toast to everything that doesn't move
That doesn't move

But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot

Whiskey, Burbon, Vodka, Scotch
I don't care what it is you got
I just wanna know that it's my last shot
My last shot
I remember when I quit feeling good
See, this here's where I chipped my tooth
Shot a vein in my neck and I coughed up a Quaalude
On my last shot
My last shot

Here's a toast to all that's good and
Here's a toast to hate
An' here's a toast to toasting and I'm not boasting
When I say I'm getting straight
When I say I'm getting straight

'Cause when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot