(Oye por fin se entendió! - One! One way! - Rio de Janeiro!). . A Rio a Rio hoy juega Rio. A Rio a Rio hoy gana Rio. Los cinco continentes sienten el sol de Rio.
Well I guess it's time. Well I guess it's time. Put it down again mmmmm. I guess it's time. Kept awake (away?) for a while. Hide behind a smile. Travel many miles.
Yes...let them start for a while, and then we'll start.... [woman] Well that's the Spanish in me. [Jandek & woman] Broke my neck 'till three. [woman] Started wonderin' why.
Hey John. Stopped by this afternoon. To see you in the purple moon. Best I say what's on my mind. Best I say what's on my mind. Hey John, John, John, John....
You keep me in riddles. Riddles all the time. It's the only way to be. So just keep riddlin' me. By your honesty. You're a riddle to me.. I see the beauty of the world.
[right channel] I got fifteen jokers hot as lead. [right channel] I got a Kodak camera in my head. [left channel] I been on the Bowery. [left channel] Been on Beacon Hill.
I drive, I don't know where I'm driving. I am, I don't know what it is to be. You could just find me floating sometimes. Down rivers of tears. I'm sorry.
On the first blank page of a story. Where no feet have walked before. The stones Ill step are staring at me. Drawing footprints toward the shore. . Furrowed brow on the bank of a river.
Why a picture. Is it all too false. The shepherd gathers in. Voices from the darkness. Bleeding from lonely mountains. They are more quiet at day. Sight in the sun.
When I was nine. I wanted a real gun. They gave me an air gun. When I was 25. I wanted you. You gave me a stone. Who are they and who are you?. Oh, when I was nine.
I stayed home and did the wash. What else could I do. I got up on Sunday. And I washed my clothes. It's a human life. The trains (?) are all around. And when you're out there.
It's a nice painting. When your ??? ???. We can watch (wash?) it. It's a crazy melody. But you can sing it. There's a nice Jamaican twist. To turn your arm.
There's only one altar. That's the refrigerator. Where you keep your food. Whether you slaughter human, animal, or grapes. It's your altar. The table for your food.
Sweat-soaked to the bone, two more hours, she'll head home.. Wash off her tattoos, take a shower.. Transpiration, frustration, scares me.. Rock on Rock on.
You call me out. From this cave. And now I fall out. Into my grave. You lead the way. I'll walk behind. I'd rather not try. I'd rather be blind.
Here we go!. . You hate it. Frustrated. Now we've come to the point that you're jaded. Since you've tried to step in line. all you've done is stumble and fall.
Rain's pouring down in the window. And I'm sitting here in Madison. Trying to figure out where you are. Yes, I'm sitting here in my car. Drove a long long way.
Red high heels is the way I feels. Got the sways and reels going home. Red high heels and the church bells peal. Cross the snowy fields going home. . I walk down these aisles nobody's here just me.
Why are there so many songs about rainbows. And what's on the other side?. Rainbows are visions but only illusions. Rainbows have nothing to hide. . So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
She's talking in her sleep. Says, "Wont you love me I don't always get this deep. It's just an overflow of all I know. And all that I can't speak...speak".