Tener la oportunidad. Poder estar mas alla. Tan acostumbrado a no ser. A desconfiar, a no ganar. . El mar se te abrió una vez. Se te abrio para no parar.
And it's a one more night to trash away. And if you don't get it right,. There'll never be another day. In the day we walk through broken glass. Nothing to say that the time is fading fast.
Here in the hush of evenin'. On a night in June. Overhearin' conversations. Bayin' at the moon. Suddenly a voice I'm hearin's. Sweet to my ear. . This is tomorrow's callin'.
My girl Friday she no square. She like lotus blossom in her hair. Be-bop records and something new. Sometimes borrowed but she's never blue. Oh no. Not Tokyo Joe.
Got your money on the table. And the devil in your eye. Who is that woman with the crooked smile?. . You got to go with what you feel. A little loving is a dangerous thing.
I'm in with the "in" crowd. I go where the "in" crowd goes.. I'm in with the "in" crowd. And I know what the "in" crowd knows.. Any time of the year. Don't you hear?.
Tear drops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove. Seem like the whole world walking pretty and you can't find the room to move. Well, everybody better move over, that's all.
Sometimes I lead sometimes I follow. This time I'll go where she wants me to go. She said maybe today maybe tomorrow. Go deep in the woods down the low valley road.
They shut down the golden hotel. Just because he says it won't be long till they blow it all to the hell. She's standing in the front yard cut off the skins.
Life's like that, isn't it.. Only the other day, I was walking in the West End,. When suddenly I was set upon by hordes of fans and admirers who wanted to touch my toes..
The Thrill Is Gone. Thrill is gone. The thrill is gone away. I know the thrill is gone. The thrill is gone away. Now you've done me wrong. You'll be sorry someday.
Yeah. . I laid down last night, too tired to wake. I had a chill this mornin', too tired to shake. I got a good poker hand, too tired to win. I can hear my baby knockin', too tired to let her in.
Well, rock 'n rolling' holiday,. Rock 'n rolling all the way,. Rock 'n rolling' to the end,. 'Til the saints go marching' in.. Now when the saints go marching' in,.
The name is Yoshimi. She's a black belt in karate. Working for the city. She has to discipline her body. . 'Cause she knows that. It's demanding to defeat those evil machines.
It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood running out of the bullethole in his head.. It's the American in me that makes me watch tv see on the news, listen what the man said..
When the clock beats two and night kisses the morning. A dizzy farewell song keeps clawing my ears. The sense of my head obeys and goes alarming. But the pipers within my chest keep blowing their horns.
On this coldest of January nights. We'll drive out past the runway. And watch the planes go flying by. The runway lights are the deepest blue like the colors of your eyees.
At the corner of 53rd and the summer of '62. The first time I felt the tug of what I call the thread of you. . There at the Lever House. Street map across our thighs tracing the gateway.
I should take what's left of this for myself. I've had the pieces stripped. By long hands feeding small minds. And I never thought that this could come back.
(Anderson/Howe/Wakeman/Bruford). Jump out this next world. Is gone overground. That sky is ecstasy dancin'. My child my woman. My daughter my son. Together planning to party.