I think that I've tried many times to get Cuba in my writings, especially Havana, which was once a great and fascinating city.
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Havana Gang Brawl
Well the cops are at the door
And you know that they want more
They've got spears, made for arms
Tried to lure you with their charms
You can hear the guns outside
Watching riots with their eyes
As you move from wall to wall
Hear the siren from the gang brawl
Line the locals one by one
Filling bullets with their guns
Are you red, or if you're blue
Cause tonight their gonna find the truth
Take no prisoners today
For the future will be laid
One big city, one big town
Everyone with the same crown
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
A doomed old day for engagements
They have torn up your arrangements
All the mothers, buying razors
For the future will be dangerous
You try desperately to leave
But all the trains are dry for steam
All the taxis on their sides
All the planes are burning bright
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Only one option left
To survive or you'll be dead
Do you hide now from the sin
Or do your blazing guns begin?
All the shops are up for sale
You might make it out on bail
All the fathers shine today
Making sure that son's ok
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
song performed by by Zutons
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Havana Moon
Chant...
Me all alone
Jug of rum
Me stand and wait for the boat to come
Is lonely night is quiet the dark
The boat she late its 12 o clock
Me watches the tide easin in
Is low the moon and high the wind
Havana moon
Havana moon
Me all alone
Me open the rum
Is long the wait for the boat to come
American girl come back to me
Sail way across the sea
We dock in new york the buildings high
We find a home up in the sky
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
Me still alone me drinkin the rum
Begin to think that the boat no come
American girl she tell a lie
She say till then, but she mean goodbye
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
Me lay down alone, no good the rum
Me fall asleep and the boat she come
The girl she look till come the dawn
She weep and she cry
Return for home
The whistle blow me open my eyes
Bright the sun blue the sky
Me grab me shoes, me jump and me run
Me see the boat head for horizon
Havana moon is gone da rum
The boat she sail me love she gone
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
song performed by by Santana
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Secular Pope
The secular Pope
Cuba 1957, Havana was full of randy tourists,
prostitutes, gambling casinos and assassins.
Castro was still up his mountain stronghold,
when a robber came onboard our ship;
he was caught on the wooden dock by two
police officers, who pocketed his loot.
He was told to run away and then they shot
him dead…five bullets in his back.
Young red blood dripped into turquoise sea.
The officers laughed holstered guns and lit
Marlboro cigarettes. But Fidel Castro was on
his way down from the mountain and Cuba
would get her dignity back.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The administration's attempt to keep us from selling agricultural products to Cuba is an outrage. Cuba is not a threat. That is why we must do more to open Cuba - not less.
quote by Max Baucus
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Havana Daydreamin
By: jimmy buffett
1975
Stashed his trash in ecuador
Bought a good suit of clothes
Flew on up to mexico
Standin by the shore
Waitin for some mystery man
To pay him for his time
But thinkin about all the money hed made
Couldnt help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin
Boy hes just dreamin
His life away
His daddy chopped that sugar cane
One day he fell dead
Jesus had a wanderin feelin
Swimmin around in his head
Sailin on a midnight boat
There were no questions asked
The water so green and the air was so clean
He just stuck right to his task
Havana daydreamin
Boy hes just schemin
His life away
(instrumental)
Ceilin fan it stirs the air
Cigar smoke does swirl
The fragrance on the pillowcase
And he thinks about the girl
Spillin wine and sharin good times
She sure could make him smile
He pays her well but what the hell
Hell be movin in a little while
Havana daydreamin
Boy hes just dreamin
His life away
Havana daydreamin
Boy hell be dreamin
His life away
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Writings On The Wall
The writings on the wall brother
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall.
It looks you in the eye mister
Its time we stand up tall
Go see and understand the writings on the wall.
Strange we hold on to things that have no grace
Or power
While death holds on to us much more with every
Passing hour
And all the time you thought it would last
Your life, your friends would always be
til theyre drunk away or shot away or die away
From you.
Theres nothing that you need sister
The lord is in you all
Life is designed to see the writings on the wall.
The musics in the air mothers
You may have heard it call
To you that you may see the writings on the wall.
Be careful going home sister
Be watchful down that road
Youve got a lot of love sister
More to grow.
The writings on the wall brothers
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall
I hope that you may see the writings on the wall.
song performed by by George Harrison
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False Echos
[transcribed by jon l]
False echos
By: jimmy buffett
1996
The skies over cuba turned pink with the light
And the waterfront ritual began to ignite
All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of november, 1921
On the old chicamauga the signal jacks flew
And the message they spelled out caused a great bally hoo
Every ship in havana then hoisted away
All the pennants were a flyin on my dads first birthday
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time aint for savin no times not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Now his storybook childhood was not make believe
On the decks of a tall ship he was taught to achieve
Witnessed storms and starvation natural wonders and force
Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin course
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time aint for savin no times not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Well now life throws us curve balls we never can reach
He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach
Where he raised up his family taught us all to survive
Then the wind went away in 1995
[whistle/violin break]
Now the old chicamauga has slipped by the ways
She lies on the bottom of old mobile bay
Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near
They protect him and tell him theres nothin to fear
Cause its family tradition we take to the sea
And its a time in the future for cameron and me
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time aint for saving no times not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
The skies over cuba were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of november 1921
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Sometime Love Is Metaphor...
Many times writings of love, are for the most
part, a metaphor for a dream. A love
that one has searched for all their life.
The writings is all one imagines them to be and
all the words one longs to say, to one
they have never known.
We go in to liberate Cuba, but Cuba still isn't free; we don't really think through what we'll do after the initial treaty is signed, but we're still occupying. There's chaos and torture and finally an outcry.
quote by Sarah Vowell
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We feel very honored to have been offered the responsibility to host this great event, Berlin is a wonderful city that is developing at a tremendous rate, and this decision means that we can now prepare to welcome the world's best athletes to a fascinating place.
quote by Otto Schily
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Metaphor?
Many times writings of love, are for the most
part, a metaphor for a dream. A love
that one has searched for all their life.
The writings is all one imagines them to be and
all the words one longs to say, to one
they have never known.
©Joe Fazio
Boye
My little Havana,
Let my artistic encounters ginger you up;
For i am swimming in this water of love again,
And i need you beside me.
Yes, no retreat and no surrender!
But be my coach on this love;
For you are very merciful to my heart.
My name is Boye and i love you,
Oh my little Havana come to me;
For i will lie down low and sleep in peace with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I went to Cuba maybe eight or nine times.
quote by Walter Salles
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Because he'll take me to Cuba and I don't want to go to Cuba.
quote by Elian Gonzalez
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Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
This is the city I love to live in
Where the sky is upside down,
The stars are lying on the sidewalk
And I'm feelings as if I'm flying on the clouds.
This is the city of the colored lights.
The wonderful and happy boulevards
Where the people wall dreaming of
An encounter with their own stars.
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
The city of unfulfilled fantasy
Where the prettiest girls of the world
Hope to sing a new song,
Hope to perform an original melody.
This is the city of innovated glamour,
The fascinating and enchantable theaters,
The most unforgettable romances.
And the always coveting Oscar Award.
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
The city of the shining Stare, the city of fulfilled fantasy,
And the city of eternal love.
poem by Juris Doctor Oreste Flavio Perdomo
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City-Dweller
I look through the city with pride,
It compels me with lawmaking,
The gardens are full of employers,
They are gardeners of the gardeners.
We are plenty of times in love with this city,
The district loves me and my company.
Inventing lies on the city is dastardly,
Just view it with the naked eyes and absorb the company.
Maybe the city of all cities can wink a few times,
Calling the angels to visit, with the keys to the city.
poem by Naveed Akram
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This Aint Havana
I had no advantage over you.
There was troubles and I had em too.
Just cause youre so stung out.
Dont mean it cant work out.
Ba-ba-banana, this aint havana.
Do you like bananas, ba-ba-bananas.
Say youre a victim of society.
You ask them for your mercy.
Just like the cats in the garbage cans.
Whens their time coming, man.
You better offer some resistance.
You better give up on my insistence.
Things happen overnight.
You dont give up without a fight.
Ba-ba-banana, this aint havana.
Do yo like bananas, ba-ba-bananas.
You say youre poor and uneducated.
You aint gotta chance cause youre hated.
Youre on your way to lifes promotion.
You hinder it with emotion.
Ba-ba-banana, this aint havana.
Do yo like bananas, ba-ba-bananas.
song performed by by Ramones
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Tale of Three Cities
New York blasted London blasted
Singapore -
Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,
Crumbling walls.
Priapic city monoliths -
Blue-sky scraping bastards -
Shout about their height (but really length) .
V8 arseholes didn't care -
Pumping shit into the air,
So long as they were always there to
Fart aloud a smoggy cloud,
Laughing at the weak asthmatic,
Humoured that it seems traumatic.
Watch the greedy cities oozing
Chair-bound fat committees, though they
Look a bunch of titties as they
Waffle on about the pound.
Ever thought to look around and see
That they were dead?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Primal
Krew Boylan, Ch'aska Cuba de Reed, Santiago Cuba de Reed, Lindsay Farris, Rebekah Foord
by Josh Reed from Primal (2009)
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I spent a great deal of time with Che Guevara while I was in Havana. I believe he was far less a mercenary than he was a freedom fighter.
quote by Maureen O'Hara
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