What are you listening to?

In the crowd a voice was heard
Should you get them before they get you?
Should we strike the first blow?
He said,
No No No
you don't understand

The enemy is in your heart
Self respect robbed by self pity
Look across the country
All the people with their dreams dead in their hearts
Stand up on your feet
Your life is short as hell
You could be dead tomorrow

Today may be your last chance ..

 
Heard this on the radio this afternoon. Haven't heard it for years and forgot how much I like it. Thought I'd share it.

Alannah Myles - Black Velvet


Lyrics
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rodgers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move ev'rything
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Up in Memphis the music's like a heat wave
White Lightnin' bound to drive you wild
Mama's baby's in the heart of ev'ry school girl
"Love Me Tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet and that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Ev'ry word of ev'ry song that he sang was for you
In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon
What could you do?
Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet in that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet in that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please
If you please
If you please
If you please
 
"WET PAPER" (Mario Benedetti's poem)

singers: Tania y Serrat
Lyrics

With rivers
with blood
with rain
or dew
with semen
with wine
with snow
with tears
the poems are usually wet paper (repeated)

With rivers
with bloody
with snow
with crying
the poems are usually wet paper

the poems are usually wet paper
 

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