Senor
Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'?
Lincoln county road or armageddon?
Seems like i been down this way before.
Is there any truth in that, senor?
Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin'?
How long are we gonna be ridin'?
How long must i keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, senor?
There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck,
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.
There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "forget me not."
Senor, senor, i can see that painted wagon,
I can smell the tail of the dragon.
Can't stand the suspense anymore.
Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?
Well, the last thing i remember before i stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field.
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring said,
"son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."
Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather.
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.
I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.
I'm ready when you are, senor.
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,
Overturn these tables.
This place don't make sense to me no more.
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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[intro]
Senor, senor, do you know where were headin?
Lincoln county road or armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before.
Is there any truth in that, senor?
Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin?
How long are we gonna be ridin?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, senor?
Theres a wicked wind still blowin on that upper deck,
Theres an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.
Theres a marchin band still playin in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "forget me not."
Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon,
I can smell the tail of the dragon.
Cant stand the suspense anymore.
Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?
Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field.
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring said,
"son, this aint a dream no more, its the real thing."
Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather.
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.
I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.
Im ready when you are, senor.
Senor, senor, lets disconnect these cables,
Overturn these tables.
This place dont make sense to me no more.
Can you tell me what were waiting for, senor?
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Idilio 2
-Ella lo idolatró y Él la adoraba...
-Se casaron al fin?
-No, señor, Ella se casó con otro
-¿Y murió de sufrir?
-No, señor, de un aborto.
-¿Y Él, el pobre, puso a su vida fin?
-No, señor, se casó seis meses antes
del matrimonio de Ella, y es feliz.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Spanish Maybe!
Si Senor, der dago,
Alina lorez inarow,
Dement lorez,
Demis trux,
Fula hensan
Geesan dux.
Anon.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Eyes Never Dry
[Intro]
Ain't gonna be the one who's lost
One who's gone
One who's wrong, no
Don't wanna be the falling one
Crawling one
Drowning one, no
What a beautiful day today
And I can't get a lil' smile from ya
Should've known about everything
I guess, I wasn't made up for what u wanted to
Still the meaning ain't clear
Somebody keeps crying in the morning
And it never dries
I gotta find a way out of the moaning
And I hope I'll get it done in due time
Sure, life is hard
Sure, time is now
Just keep on believing
And u gon' be winnin' 'em all
In due time...
Sista
Brotha
The Lord gon'
Be there
[Chorus]
It's all gon' be alright
You ain't got's to cry
Day in & day out
Eyes never dry
It's all gon' be alright
You ain't got's to cry
Day in & day out
Eyes are never dry
[Rapverse1 (Waqas)]
In the name of the most beneficent the most high
He who holds my soul before and after I die
See I'm lost in confusion so please help me lord
I wanna act right but can't play my cards right
Don't let me go astray show me the right path
So I can be amongst the righteous and not those who catch your wrath
Any fool can make a baby only a man can raise one
June 17th you granted me a son
I know the first look is forgiven but the second isn't
But I'm already at my 5th lord now I wish I'd listened
To the truth I know a part of it still in denial
If I knew what your loved one knew I would barely smile
[Chorus]
[Rapverse2 (Lenny)]
Perdon senor
Por todos mis pecados
Aqui estoy llorando
Ante mi cama arrodillado
Senor mio yo he pecado
Senor mio yo he herido
A un ser muy querido
A un ser al que yo amo
Y que siempre he respetado
Yo rezo a que la cuides
Que las penas tu le quites
Alumbrale sus pasos
Y los frios de sus anos
Suplico la bendigas
Dale paz a cada uno de sus dias
Besale el camino
Hacerla feliz yo no ha podido
Es lo unico que te pido
Te lo ruego
En el nombre del Padre
Del Hijo y el Espiritu Santo
Amen
[Translation]
Forgive me my Lord
For all my sins
Here I am crying
Kneeled before my bed
My Lord I've sinned
My Lord I've hurted
A dear one
Someone I love
And always have respected
I pray you to take care of her
And that her sorrow you'll take away
Illuminate her steps
And the cold of her years
I supplicate you to bless her
Give peace to every single one of her days
Kiss her way
Coz I couldn't make her happy
This is the only thing I pray to you for
I beg you
In the name of the Father
The Son and the Holy Spirit
Amen
[Bridge]
Sista
Brotha
The Lord gon'
Be there
[Chorus]
[Rapverse3 (Isam)]
Dry ya tears sis I can't stand seeing ya cry
U got so much heart for a lil' girl
U worry like mom
6 years old and she already reads the fam like a book
How come u're so sad kid, don't u worry 'bout it too
So she rather sit next to me so I can explain how it is
How it ain't true her brother is jobless because of his Diin
And it's b.s. when her sista claims her name was the reason for beef
And the fam is full of it when they tell her we gon' leave
Yeah I'm lying to her, but only to see that smile on her face
I'm her role model, whut??? I gots to give the kid faith!!!
I'm prayin that one day she'd be on top of the world
As this pearl puts her veil on
And runs out to her girls...
Knowin'
[Chorus]
song performed by by Outlandish
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Auf Wiederseh'n
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You won't see another morning
You won't see another evening
Good night
Buenos noches o senor
Senorita see ya later
Buenos noches bye-bye
There are many here among us
You feel that life is a joke
And for you we sing this final song
For you there is no hope
Sayonara oh suicide hari kari
Kamikaze you won't
See another evening
Goodbye
Bye-bye so long, farewell
See you later....suicide
Suicide
Suicide
Suicide
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Auf Wiedersehen
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You wont see another morning
You wont see another evening
Good night
Buenos noches o senor
Senorita see ya later
Buenos noches bye-bye
There are many here among us
You feel that life is a joke
And for you we sing this final song
For you there is no hope
Sayonara oh suicide hari kari
Kamikaze you wont
See another evening
Goodbye
Bye-bye so long, farewell
See you later....suicide
Suicide
Suicide
Suicide
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Single Bilingual
They call this a community
I like to think of it as home
Arriving at the airport
I am going it alone
Ordering a boarding pass
Travelling in business class
This is the name of the game
I'm single, bilingual
Single, bilingual
I come to the community
From U.K. p.l.c.
Arriving at my hotel
there are faxes greeting me
Staying in a junior suite
So there's room to meet and greet
and after work explain how I feel
'Perdoneme me llamo Neil'
I'm single, bilingual
Single, bilingual
In Brussels, Bonn or Barcelona
I'm in demand and quite at home there
'Adelante!' Through the door
'Un momento, por favor'
This is what I get paid for
'Muchas gracias, senor'
I'm a player in the continental game
With unlimited expenses to reclaim
Information's easy
Tapping at my PC
That is the frame of the game
I'm single, bilingual
Single, bilingual
I'm single, bilingual
Single, bilingual
'Hay una discoteca por acqui?'
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Poncé De Léon
By a black wharf I stood lately,
When the night was at its noon;
Keen, malicious stars were shining,
And a wicked, white-faced moon.
And I saw a stately vessel,
Built in fashion quaint and old;
From her masthead, in the moonlight,
Hung a flag of faded gold.
Black with age her masts and spars were,
Black with age her ropes and rails;
Like a ghost through cere-cloths gazing
Shone the white moon through her sails.
Not a movement stirred the stillness,
Not a sound the silence broke,
Save alone the livid water
Lapping round her sides of oak.
Then to her unseen commander
Spake I, as to one I knew—
“Don Juan Poncé de Léon,
I have waited long for you.
“Take me with you, I implore you!
Take me with you on your quest
For the Fount of Youth Eternal,
For the Islands of the Blest.”
Then above the bulwarks ancient
I beheld a head arise;
And the moon with ghastly glimmer
Lit its sad and hollow eyes.
“Grieved am I, señor, and sorry,”
Very courteously it said,
“That I may not take you with me—
But I only take the Dead.
“These alone may dare the voyage,
These alone sail on the quest
For the Fount of Youth Eternal,
For the Islands of the Blest.”
poem by Victor James Daley
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Down By the Carib Sea
I
Sunrise in the Tropics
Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,
Here I wait with the trembling stars
To see thee once more take thy throne.
There the patient palm tree watching
Waits to say, 'Good morn' to thee,
And a throb of expectation
Pulses through the earth and me.
Now, o'er nature falls a hush,
Look! the East is all a-blush;
And a growing crimson crest
Dims the late stars in the west;
Now, a flood of golden light
Sweeps acress the silver night,
Swift the pale moon fades away
Before the light-girt King of Day,
See! the miracle is done!
Once more behold! The Sun!
II
Los Cigarillos
This is the land of the dark-eyed
gente,
Of the
dolce far niente,
Where we dream away
Both the night and day,
At night-time in sleep our dreams we invoke,
Our dreams come by day through the redolent smoke,
As it lazily curls,
And slowly unfurls
From our lips,
And the tips
Of our fragrant cigarillos.
For life in the tropics is only a joke,
So we pass it in dreams, and we pass it in smoke,
Smoke — smoke — smoke.
Tropical constitutions
Call for occasional revolutions;
But after that's through,
Why there's nothing to do
But smoke — smoke;
For life in the tropics is only a joke,
So we pass it in dreams, and we pass it in smoke,
Smoke — smoke — smoke.
III
Teestay
Of tropic sensations, the worst
Is,
sin duda,
the tropical thirst.
When it starts in your throat and constantly grows,
Till you feel that it reaches down to your toes,
When your mouth tastes like fur
And your tongue turns to dust,
There's but one thing to do,
And do it you must,
Drink
teestay.
Teestay, a drink with a history,
A delicious, delectable mystery,
'Cinco centavos el vaso, señor,'
If you take one, you will surely want more.
Teestay, Teestay,
The national drink on a feast day;
How it coolingly tickles,
As downward it trickles,
Teestay, teestay.
And you wish, as you take it down at a quaff,
That your neck was constructed à la giraffe.
Teestay, teestay.
IV
The Lottery Girl
'Lottery, lottery,
Take a chance at the lottery?
Take a ticket,
Or, better, take two;
Who knows what the future
May hold for you?
Lottery, lottery,
Take a chance at the lottery?'
Oh, limpid-eyed girl,
I would take every chance,
If only the prize
Were a love-flashing glance
From your fathomless eyes.
'Lottery, lottery,
Try your luck at the lottery?
Consider the size
Of the capital prize,
And take tickets
For the lottery.
Tickets,
señor?
Tickets,
señor?
Take a chance at the lottery?'
Oh, crimson-lipped girl,
With the magical smile,
I would count that the gamble
Were well worth the while,
Not a chance would I miss,
If only the prize
Were a honey-bee kiss
Gathered in sips
From those full-ripened lips,
And a love-flashing glance
From your eyes.
V
The Dancing Girl
Do you know what it is to dance?
Perhaps, you do know, in a fashion;
But by dancing I mean,
Not what's generally seen,
But dancing of fire and passion,
Of fire and delirious passion.
With a dusky-haired
señorita,
Her dark, misty eyes near your own,
And her scarlet-red mouth,
Like a rose of the south,
The reddest that ever was grown,
So close that you catch
Her quick-panting breath
As across your own face it is blown,
With a sigh, and a moan.
Ah! that is dancing,
As here by the Carib it's known.
Now, whirling and twirling
Like furies we go;
Now, soft and caressing
And sinuously slow;
With an undulating motion,
Like waves on a breeze-kissed ocean:—
And the scarlet-red mouth
Is nearer your own,
And the dark, misty eyes
Still softer have grown.
Ah! that is dancing, that is loving,
As here by the Carib they're known.
VI
Sunset in the Tropics
A silver flash from the sinking sun,
Then a shot of crimson across the sky
That, bursting, lets a thousand colors fly
And riot among the clouds; they run,
Deepening in purple, flaming in gold,
Changing, and opening fold after fold,
Then fading through all of the tints of the rose into gray,
Till, taking quick fright at the coming night,
They rush out down the west,
In hurried quest
Of the fleeing day.
Now above where the tardiest color flares a moment yet,
One point of light, now two, now three are set
To form the starry stairs, —
And, in her fire-fly crown,
Queen Night, on velvet slippered feet, comes softly down.
poem by James Weldon Johnson
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Since I Dont See You Anymore
The gas-lamp flickers in the night
And jingle-jangles in the wind
The pool-hall cowboys play and play
cos pool-hall hot shots dont go home
And a lonely breeze sends shivers
From a distant shore
Since I dont see you anymore
The morning curtains gently sway
A gap throws light across the room
You curse that noisy radio
Even when you turn it down
It tells us bad news of a distant war
And I dont see you anymore
Since I didnt see you
Since I didnt see you
Since I dont see you anymore
No me da un bledo si senor
Since I dont see you anymore
Ive always got time for one more
Since I dont see you anymore
And a lonely breeze sends shivers
From a distant shore
And the tears fall faster now love
Much more than before
Since I dont see you anymore
Sing a song of love to me
Sing a song of love to me
As the shadows start to grow
And I wont be sad and lonely
Anymore
cos if you sing a song of love to me
I will always find a smile
That will warm my cold, cold heart
Just for a while
Songs of love I know so well
Yea, Ive seen some days and had some times
Lucky boy I can hear you say
You think my sun does nothing but shine
song performed by by Chris Rea
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With Love
Its a tedious existence laying your love on the line
Resistance is useless she can leave at any time
I must confess that in my quest I felt depressed and restless
But this casanovas roving days are over more or less
With love
She broke my heart and made me sad
You foolish boy you lost what you had
My mademoiselle I must make my farewell
You see senor I know she dont want me no more
Id like to make that fraulein mine, mein fraulein
So Ill depart sweetheart and leave you with this line
With love
She says she wont be back no more
With love
She says shes leaving for sure
My mademoiselle Ill say farewell
No matter where you are, au revoir
til we meet again, auf wiedersehn
She wrote it on a letter
But it didnt make him feel any better
With love
She says goodbye, adios, farewell
There are those who will spend a lifetime of leisure
til the leisure finally takes control
And theyll spend their life in search of pleasure
Never knowing the treasure that they own
There are those who will spend a lifetime in hard labour
til the labour breaks both body and soul
And they will learn to love their neighbor
And be assured of what they own
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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With Love
Its a tedious existence laying your love on the line
Resistance is useless she can leave at any time
I must confess that in my quest I felt depressed and restless
But this casanovas roving days are over more or less
With love
She broke my heart and made me sad
You foolish boy you lost what you had
My mademoiselle I must make my farewell
You see senor I know she dont want me no more
Id like to make that fraulein mine, mein fraulein
So Ill depart sweetheart and leave you with this line
With love
She says she wont be back no more
With love
She says shes leaving for sure
My mademoiselle Ill say farewell
No matter where you are, au revoir
til we meet again, auf wiedersehn
She wrote it on a letter
But it didnt make him feel any better
With love
She says goodbye, adios, farewell
There are those who will spend a lifetime of leisure
til the leisure finally takes control
And theyll spend their life in search of pleasure
Never knowing the treasure that they own
There are those who will spend a lifetime in hard labour
til the labour breaks both body and soul
And they will learn to love their neighbor
And be assured of what they own
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Mr Speaker Gets The Word
Wriggles from his captors arms
Mr speaker gets the word and
Running now from the alarms
Speaks his mind free as a bird
Free now to roam around
Stand up straight when he quotes
Spread the word that he has found
Books of verse and scribbled notes
Mister speaker gets the word
(to tell the secrets he has heard)
Speaks so fast his words are slurred
(mister speaker gets the word)
Stands up straight outside my door
I bring you now the words Ive learned
To whom it may concern senor
Tell my friends I have returned
Mister speaker gets the word
(to tell the secrets he has heard)
Speaks so fast his words are slurred
(mister speaker gets the word)
Excitement rages through his brain
Stirred and stirred throughout the years
Not enough time to explain
Eyes of many sighs of fear
Making space from colney hatch lane
Just some poetry my friend
Scuttles past my window frame
Vanishes right round the bend
Mister speaker gets the word
(to tell the secrets he has heard)
Speaks so fast his words are slurred
(mister speaker gets the word)
song performed by by Madness
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Mr Speaker
Wriggles from his captors arms
Mr speaker gets the word and
Running now from the alarms
Speaks his mind free as a bird
Free now to roam around
Stand up straight when he quotes
Spread the word that he has found
Books of verse and scribbled notes
Mister speaker gets the word
(to tell the secrets he has heard)
Speaks so fast his words are slurred
(mister speaker gets the word)
Stands up straight outside my door
I bring you now the words Ive learned
To whom it may concern senor
Tell my friends I have returned
Mister speaker gets the word
(to tell the secrets he has heard)
Speaks so fast his words are slurred
(mister speaker gets the word)
Excitement rages through his brain
Stirred and stirred throughout the years
Not enough time to explain
Eyes of many sighs of fear
Making space from colney hatch lane
Just some poetry my friend
Scuttles past my window frame
Vanishes right round the bend
Mister speaker gets the word
(to tell the secrets he has heard)
Speaks so fast his words are slurred
(mister speaker gets the word)
song performed by by Madness
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Vino, Dinero Y Amor
(words & music by sid tepper and roy c. bennett)
Viva el vino, viva el dinero
Viva, viva
El amor
I like to drink wine, and money is fine
But I like the girls even more
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor
Some pesos you pass, put wine in her glass
And soon she will say si senor
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor
With wine on your lips and money in your pocket
And your sweetheart in your arms
Youre rich as you can be
So lift up your glass, lets sing it all together
Muchachas, caballeros, make this toast with me
Well drink one more time, with money and wine
Lets drink to the girls we adore
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor
Sing one more time, money and wine
Lets sing to the girls we adore
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva...
El amor
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Bad Brakes
Bad brakes whole car shakes
Looks like Im heading for a breakdown
Black smoke engine beginning to choke
I must be heading for a breakdown
I pulled up for a mouth of coca-cola
Down at samuels cafe
Saw a little spanish lady coming over
Said lady are you going my way she said o-lay
Bad brakes carburettor shakes
Looks like youre heading for a breakdown
Black smoke engine beginning to choke
We must be heading for a breakdown
We hit the road at 90 miles an hour
Heading for frisco bay
She said senor you got cop on your shoulder
I said oh now wed better not stay
We got to get away with our
Bad brakes carburettor shakes
Looks like were heading for a breakdown
He was catching up nose right inside our mirror
When the motor blowed
We climbed out and she began to shiver
Oh no sir please let us go
He said dont you know you got
Bad brakes carburettor shakes
Looks like you bought yourself a breakdown
Black smoke engine beginning to choke
And youve got yourself a breakdown
Bad brakes engine beginning to shake
Looks like weve got ourselves a breakdown
Black smoke engine beginning to choke
We got ourselves a breakdown
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Goodnight And Thank You
Che: Goodnight and thank you Huevo
She's in every magazine
Been photographed seen
She is known
We don't like to rush but your case has been packed
If we've missed anything
You could give her a ring
But she won't always answer the phone
Eva: Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
But we have pretended enough
It's best that we part stop fooling ourselves
Che: Which means
Eva and Che: There is no one no on at all
Never has been and never will be a lover
Male or female
Who hasn't an eye on in fact they rely on tricks they can try on their partner
They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them
Support them promote them
Don't blame them you're the same
Che: Goodnight and thank you Emilio
You've completed your task
What more can we ask of you now
Please sign the book on the way out the door
And that will be all if she needs you she'll call
But I don't think that's likely somehow
Eva: Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
But when we were hot we were hot
I know you'll look back on the good times we've shared
Che: Which means
Eva and Che: There is no one no on at all
Never has been and never will be a lover
Male or female
Who hasn't an eye on in fact they rely on tricks they can try on their partner
They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them
Support them promote them
Che: Don't blame her you're the same
Eva and female chorus: There is no soap no soap like Zaz
No detergent lotion or oil with such power in the shower
It's the mother and father of luxery lather
The talk of the bath the great ointment
One little frolic with new Zaz carbolic
You're scented you'll be sent
Che: Goodnight and thank you Senor Jabon
We are grateful you found her a spot on the sound radio
We'll think of you everytime she's on the air
We'd love you to stay but you'd be in the way
So do up your trousers and go
Eva: Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
The decline into silence and doubt
Our passion was just too intense to survive
Che: Which means
Eva's suitors: This is a club I should never have joined
Someone has made us look fools
Argentine men call the sexual shots
Someone has altered the rules
Eva: Fame on the wireless as far as it goes
Is all very well but every girl knows
Che: She needs a man she can monopolize
With fingers in dozens of different pies
Che and Eva's suitors: Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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La Calavera
En el derruído muro
de la huerta del convento,
en un agujero oscuro
donde, al pasar, silba el viento,
y, como una dolorida
queja a las piedras arranca,
hay, en el fondo, escondida
una calavera blanca.
De algún fraile soñador
de vida ejemplar y bella
y dedicada al Señor,
en el mundo única huella.
Abre los ojos, sin fondo,
como a visiones extrañas,
y del vacío en lo hondo
forjan telas las arañas.
Húmedo musgo grisoso
recubre la antigua grieta,
donde, en supremo reposo,
descansa ignorada y quieta.
Pero hasta aquella escondida
mansión la brisa ligera
lleva murmullos de vida
y olores de primavera.
Golondrinas, que en sus marchas
dejaron el patrio río,
huyendo de las escarchas,
de las brumas y del frío,
cuando la luz del Poniente
filtra por el hondo hueco
y hace parecer viviente
el cráneo rígido y seco,
desde las negras ruïnas,
alzan sosegado vuelo,
en sus vueltas peregrinas
tocan las ramas y el suelo,
como buscando en el prado,
ya por la tarde, sombrío,
el espíritu elevado
que habitó el cráneo vacío.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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The Priest They Called Him
fight tuberculosis, folks. christmas eve, an old
Junkie selling christmas seals on north park street.
The priest, they called him. fight tuberculosis, folks.
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. thin kid in prep school clothes,
Familiar face, the priest told himself, watching from the doorway.
remindsme of something a long time ago. the boy, there, with his overcoat
Unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.
The cab drove away and turned the corner. the boy went inside
A building. hmm, yes, maybe - the suitcase was there in the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. gone to get the keys, most likely,
Have to move fast. he picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
Made it. glanced down at the case. it didnt look like the case the boy had,
Or any boy would have. the priest couldnt put his finger on what was so
Old about the case. old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.
Better see whats inside. he turned into lincoln park, found an
Empty place and opened the case. two severed human legs that belonged to
A young man with dark skin. shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
Dim streetlight. the legs had been forced into the case and he had to use
His knee on the back of the case to shove them out. legs, yet,
He said, and walked quickly away with the case.
Might bring a few dollars to score. the buyer sniffed suspiciously.
kind of a funny smell about it. its just mexican leather.
well, some joker didnt cure it.
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.
not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. but since this is christmas
And youre the priest... he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priests dirty hand. the priest faded into the street shadows, seedy
And furtive. three cents didnt buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel.
Say, remember that old addie croaker told me not to come back unless
I paid him the three cents I owe him. yeah, isnt that a fruit for ya,
Blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.
now, what do you want? I told you!
The priest laid three bills on the table. the doctor put the
Money in his pocket and started to scream.
Ive had troubles! people have been around!
I may lose my license! the priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
Years of junk, on the doctors face.
i cant write you a prescription. the doctor jerked open a drawer
And slid an ampule across the table. thats all I have in the office!
The doctor stood up. take it and get out! he screamed, hysterical.
The priests expression did not change.
The doctor added in quieter tones, after all, Im a professional man,
And I shouldnt be bothered by people like you.
is that all you have for me? one lousy quarter g? couldnt you lend
Me a nickel...? get out, get out, Ill call the police I tell you.
all right, doctor, Im going. of course it was cold and far to walk,
Rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.
these stairs, coughed the priest there, pulling himself up along the
Bannister. he went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
Toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper.
He rolled up his sleeve. then he heard a groan from next door,
Room eighteen. the mexican kid lived there, the priest had passed him on
The stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he
Didnt want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.
The priest had had enough bad news in his life.
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan
And what it meant. maybe he had an accident or something.
In any case, I cant enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming
Through the wall. thin walls you understand. the priest put down his
Dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.
quien es? its the preist, kid, I live next door.
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.
A bolt slid. the boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with
Pain. he started to fall. the priest helped him over to the bed.
whats wrong, son? its my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
Medicine. the priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there
In the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs.
a few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
It was then that the cramps started. and now he has the leg cramps back
With compound junk interest. the old priest stood there, feeling the boy
Groan. he inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper.
its just a quarter g, kid. i do not require much, senor.
The boy was sleeping when the priest left room eighteen.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. all the gray junk yesterdays.
He sat there received the immaculate fix. and since he was himself a priest,
There was no need to call one.
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Cry Of A Lost Soul
In that black forest, where, when day is done,
With a snake's stillness glides the Amazon
Darkly from sunset to the rising sun,
A cry, as of the pained heart of the wood,
The long, despairing moan of solitude
And darkness and the absence of all good,
Startles the traveller, with a sound so drear,
So full of hopeless agony and fear,
His heart stands still and listens like his ear.
The guide, as if he heard a dead-bell toll,
Starts, drops his oar against the gunwale's thole,
Crosses himself, and whispers, 'A lost soul!'
'No, Senor, not a bird. I know it well,--
It is the pained soul of some infidel
Or cursed heretic that cries from hell.
'Poor fool! with hope still mocking his despair,
He wanders, shrieking on the midnight air
For human pity and for Christian prayer.
'Saints strike him dumb! Our Holy Mother hath
No prayer for him who, sinning unto death,
Burns always in the furnace of God's wrath!'
Thus to the baptized pagan's cruel lie,
Lending new horror to that mournful cry,
The voyager listens, making no reply.
Dim burns the boat-lamp: shadows deepen round,
From giant trees with snake-like creepers wound,
And the black water glides without a sound.
But in the traveller's heart a secret sense
Of nature plastic to benign intents,
And an eternal good in Providence,
Lifts to the starry calm of heaven his eyes;
And to! rebuking all earth's ominous cries,
The Cross of pardon lights the tropic skies!
'Father of all!' he urges his strong plea,
'Thou lovest all: Thy erring child may be
Lost to himself, but never lost to Thee!
'All souls are Thine; the wings of morning bear
None from that Presence which is everywhere,
Nor hell itself can hide, for Thou art there.
'Through sins of sense, perversities of will,
Through doubt and pain, through guilt and shame and ill,
Thy pitying eye is on Thy creature still.
'Wilt thou not make, Eternal Source and Goal!
In Thy long years, life's broken circle whole,
And change to praise the cry of a lost soul?'
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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