People, people Hear me go You know what it means to be left alone Yeah, people hear me people Do you know what it means to be left alone? Not even a love to call your own A little understandin' Lord that's all in the world I need Understandin' and a little bit of lovin' baby That's all in the world I need A misunderstanding of a no good woman Yeah, lord they've both caused my heart to bleed Yeah
Every mornin' I can hear out of my window The blues come whinning I can hear the blues call my name baby Every mornin' Every mornin' You can hear the willows weep and mourn for me Lord now, every mornin' you can hear the willows weep and mourn for me My little girl has left me That's what caused my heart to bleed That's all that caused my heart to bleed Bleeding heart Lord that's too bad I have a bleeding heart Please come back home to me baby
these "ain´t" no criminals CRIMINALES son los que las oprimen these are REAL WOMEN mothers wives daughters fighting for their LEGITIMATE right to peacefully protest against the violation of their HUMAN rights by a totalitarian imposed un-government
PLEASE sign - por FAVOR, firme HERE-AQUí / el manifiesto que exige la liberación de los presos políticos y el respeto a los derechos humanos en Cuba/ to express your support for HUMAN rights in CUBA
We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale She said, there is no reason And the truth is plain to see. But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might have just as wellve been closed She said, Im home on shore leave, Though in truth we were at sea So I took her by the looking glass And forced her to agree Saying, you must be the mermaid Who took neptune for a ride. But she smiled at me so sadly That my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love Then laughter is its queen And likewise if behind is in front Then dirt in truth is clean My mouth by then like cardboard Seemed to slip straight through my head So we crash-dived straightway quickly
quien no sabe lo que es pasar hambre con el estómago lleno ni se lo puede imaginar. hasta que se sienten las tripas estrujarse e inflarse en su interior mientras la cabeza da vueltas y escucha la mente soltar eructos de pena. mientras, como él, se camina bajo un sol aniquilador y ve cómo caen los mangos y los aguacates de la mata, olorosos, maduros, saciando el hambre de todos menos la suya propia. ...