El Domingo tuvo un esclavo. Lunes tambien lo tuvo. El Domingo tuvo un esclavo. Lunes tambien lo tuvo. Nuestros sufrimientos son incontables. Nuestros placeres son poco satisfactorios.
Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. . Our sufferings are countless. And our pleasures are motley few.
Dulce Dulce Dulce. Ese hombre es malo. El camino que te lleva abajo. Oh dulce es una tentacion. . Ese camino es torcido. Ese camino es cruzado. Bajando ese camino.
Sugar Sugar Sugar. That man is bad. The road he drives you down. O sugar its a drag. . That road it twists. That road is crossed. Its down that road. A lot of little girls go lost.
Stranger than kindness. Bottled light from hotels. Spilling everything. Wet hand from the volcano sobers your skin. . Stranger than kindness. You caress yourself and grind my soft cold bones below.
All the towers of ivory are crumbling. And the swallows have sharpened their beaks. This is the time of our great undoing. This is the time that I'll come running.
Hey hey I am the stow-a-way. Hey hey I am the stow-a-way. . My girl turned blue as an iceberg do. And me I'm totally shipwrecked over her. Baby baby don't blow away.
The cops are hanging around the house. Cars outside look like theyve got the blues. The moon dont know if its day or night. Everybodys creeping around.
chorus: Stagolee, Stagolee, he's the meanest man in town. When that boy starts gamblin', better lay your money down. Down in New Orleans where they got that Lyon's Club.
Stagolee was a bad man,. Ev'rybody knows.. Spent one hundred dollars. Just to buy him a suit of dothes.. . He was a bad man. That mean old Stagolee. .
Bad man Stagalee when he bad,. He bad wid a gun. Stagalee, Stagalee --- you must-a been a sinner. Ev'ry- Christmas eve they give Stagalee a dinner. Bad man Stagalee, when he bad.
It was back in 32 when times were hard. He had a Colt 45 and a deck of cards, Stagger Lee. He wore rat drawn shoes and an old Stetson hat. Had a 28 Ford, had payments on that, Stagger Lee.
Three traditional versions of the song from Murder Ballads. Nick's version is also available. Further details (and the actual book Nick edited from) are also available..
Through the woods and frosted moors. Past the snow caked hedgerows I. Bed down upon the drifting snow. Sleep beneath the melting sky. I whisper all your names.
Sorrow's child, sits by the river. Sorrow's child, hears not the water. Sorrow's child, sits by the river. Sorrow's child, hears not the water. . And just when it seems as though.
Have you heard how Sonny's burning. Like some bright erotic star?. And He lights up the proceedings. And raises the temperature.. Flame on! Flame on!.
Have mercy on me, sir. Allow me to impose on you. I have no place to stay. And my bones are cold right through. . I will tell you a story. Of a man and his family.
Wake up. To the alarm and the phone. Trying to stick out. Stuck in the world don't belong. . Sometimes. Some things so right can be wrong. Into the weekends.
Something's gotten hold of my heart. Tearing my soul and my senses apart. Something's gotten into my life. Cutting its way through my dreams like a knife.
Adios, amante, amante. Tan despacio pasa la noche. Recalco la silueta de tu cuerpo con mi mano. Como el mapa de alguna tierra prohibida. Recalco los fantasmas de tus huesos.