Oh yes, that is a good one. Ever listen to any Louis Jordan? I will post some Louis Jordan later. As a matter of fact, they need to play more early Jazz like this on RP!
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Feb 19, 2009 - 5:44am
Unos, dos, tres, catorce Turn it up loud, captain!
Lights go down It's dark The jungle is your head Can't rule your heart I'm feeling so much stronger Than I thought Your eyes are wide And though your soul it can't be bought your mind can wander
Hello, Hello Hola! I'm at a place called vertigo (¿Dónde está?) It's everything I wish I didn't know Except you give me something I can feel Feel
The night is full of holes Those bullets rip the sky Of ink with gold They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll They know that they can't dance At least they know
I can sell the beat I'm askin' for the cheque Girl with crimson nails Has Jesus 'round the neck Swinging to the music Swinging to the music Woooao
Hello, Hello Hola! I'm at a place called Vertigo (¿Dónde está?) It's everything I wish I didn't know But you give me something I can feel Feel
Check mated Oh yeah Hours of fun...
All of this, all of this can be yours All of this, all of this can be yours All of this, all of this can be yours Just give me what I want and no-one gets hurt
Hello, Hello Hola! I'm at a place called Vertigo Lights go down and all I know Is that you give me something I can feel You're teaching me ...aaahhh Your love is teaching me how How to kneel Kneel
I had this dream where I relished the fray and the screaming filled my head all day. It was as though I'd been spit here, settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket, off the coast of France, dear.
One afternoon, four thousand men died in the water here and five hundred more were thrashing madly, as parasites might in your blood. Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten and ten only, anything that systematic would get you hated. It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of something fated. The selection was quick, the crew was picked in order and those left in the water got kicked off our pantleg and we headed for home.
Then the dream ends when the phone rings, you doing alright he said it's out there most days and nights, but only a fool would complain. Anyway Susan, if you like, our conversation is as faint as a sound in my memory, as those fingernails scratching on my hull.
