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Escuchar Dueto Agua Prieta - Seis Pies Abajo


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The Christians And The Pagans (Dar Williams)

Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice; now we need a place to stay."
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his son hang candy canes all made with Red Dye No. 3.
He told his niece, "Its Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style,"
She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been awhile."

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.

The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a wtich?"
His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian,"
"But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere,"

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning,
'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.

When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother."
Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadn't spoken in a year,
He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas, and your daughter's here."
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying,
"Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave."

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.

Seele In Not (Lacrimosa)

Halte jetzt die Fackel
An mein Gesicht
Ein Vogel gleitet über's Wasser
Doch er sieht mich nicht
Mein Schiff ist längst gesunken
Ich bin am ertrinken
Ich kenne so viele Hilfeschreie
Doch kein Schiff in Sicht Nur verlorene Stunden
Nur verlorene Tage
Verloren wenn wir sterben
Verloren an was?
Doch ich lebe
Ich lebe immer noch
Ich lebe
Als eine Lüge
Und die Liebe
Eine Illusion
Du tanzt im Licht der Zeit
Du tanzt in Eitelkeit
Eine leere Flasche
Und ich sterbe vor Durst
Keine Kerze hat mehr Feuer
Doch mein Herz verbrennt

Ich höre den Schrei eines Babies
Lüge im ersten Atemzug
Asche zu Asche - Staub zu Staub
Der Sünde sei vergeben
Blind vor Wut - Blind vor Schmerz
Taub aus Liebe - Stumm vor Angst
Kann ich mich nicht mehr halten
Verliere den Verstand

Ich kenne nicht deine Stimme -
Kann dich ja nicht verstehen
Weiss nicht mal wie du aussiehst -
Habe dich ja nie gesehen
Kann nicht mal zu dir sprechen -
Nicht mal diesen Satz:
Ich liebe Dich!

Ich verfluche die Erinnerung und schicke
sie weit fort
Sie legt sich in mein Grab und wärmt für
mich den Sarg
Gemalte Bilder schmeicheln nur
Denn wer malt schon was so hässlich ist?

The Other Side Of Town (Masta Ase Inc.)





Excuse me ladies and gentlemen. Sorry to bother you today. My name is
Joe. And um I'm not on crack I don't do drugs I'm just trying to get
something to eat. If you can give just a penny a nickel..a dime a
quarter..anything will be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your time...
and have a nice day.

How do you do?
I'm from the other side of town
The place where the only skin you see is the color brown
The sun never shines in this place where I live
And it's hard to do right when you feel negative
I have no compassion
I only know agression
And there is nothing great about this opression
People I see on TV, in there towns live the good life
But I live out of bounds
Where nobody comes unless they're forced to come
In school, they call me the bum from the slum
But they don't know
My sista has no food to eat
And her hand-me-down shoes are too tight for her feet
The way I see things, life isn't fair
So I never learned how to share or to care
But to hope - and hope
Instead of feeling down
And that's how it is
On the other side of town

I live on the other side of town

Pardon me, brotha
As you stand in your glory
I hope you don't mind as I tell the whole story
Some people livin life like fun in the sun
But yo, others are givin strife, and that's all they know
I feel no comfort in talks from the President
So put back on Cosby
A s** is my resident
I think if I ever die, it might be a blessin
Some say I never try, but why are they stressin
I'll never get ahead; my raps have a better chance
I'm livin on Wonder Bread with holes in my leather pants
I'm not on the drug scene; they call me a crack head
I just had a bugged dream that I was a black man
Workin in the hospital
Then in came in a half-dead rich bitch
Yo, they must be insane
You think I would save her?
Yo, she wouldn't save me
I asked for a quater once, and guess what she gave me
A **in penny
A ?quarter? costs half a mill
If it's up to me, yo, she's pushin up dafodils
In a casket
Payback's a female dog
Yo, send her**to the morgue
Then I woke up, and I sat with a frown
Damn, I woke up
But on the other side of town

The other side of town

My teacher's a fat man
Yo, how can they tempt me so
** geometry, my stomach is empty, yo
Can't you teach me to win this crazy game?
You and I are in so many ways the same
People tell me, but I don't believe that shit
Why do you sell me a dream, then leave me spit?
The truth is bare, and so is my cupboards, too
I wonder what could even L. Ron Hubbard do
Because my mind right now is on the brink of breakin
Yo, look how I think
I think I'll stick up the store with the Arab guy
I'm sick of him anyway; his prices are too high
Or maybe I'll start sellin Avon door-to-door
Then pull a jammy, and make a bigger score
Nah, maybe I'll start sellin dope for my cous
Then I could drive the same car he does
The life of a poor man
Consider me desperate
I sleep in a cold room
And wish I could just get
A piece of the pie
Is that asking too much?
I can't even reach what others have in their clutch
I wish I could go on, but I have to end this
And get back to livin a life that is winless
There's no use swimmin, so I might as well drown
In my sorrows
Cause tomorrow's the other side of town

The other side of town
The other side of town

Shake A Lil' Somethin' (2 Live Crew)




"OK man, are you ready to go?"
"I'm ready to go, now c'mon now, crank this mother**er up!"

Mr. Mixx:
YEAH, IT'S YA BOYS BACK IN THE HOUSE! WE WANT Y'ALL TO GET Y'ASS
ON THE MOTHER**IN' DANCE FLOOR!

Brother Marquis:
All you raggedy-ass hoes, GET Y'ASS OUUUUT!

Chorus(2x): Mr. Mixx and Marquis
Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way (Yeaaaah)
That's the way (You go girl!)

Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Bitch, I wanna see you shake it
Bend on over, butt-ass **
Now pump pump pump, get it get it
I got 135 beats a minute
It's your brother, Marquis, callin' all the freaks
To show the pink and the booty-cheeks
Stick from the bottom, stick from the top
Show me a shot, lemme see what you got
Rub that**and play with that clit
I'm still with that freaky shit
One time for the girls in Georgia,
Detroit, Michigan and Miami, Florida
That's how we make our music fast
'Cause the girls down South like to shake that ass!
They so fine, I can't take it
They gots to freak it, they gots to shake it

Chorus

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
I love the way the girls be shakin'
Especially when they butt-ass **
Bend on over, show me what you got
'Cause I'm down for a table-top
So work your body, strip left side
Make me smile, get buck-wild
'Cause Fresh Kid Ice got the flow
And now is the time to come get yours
Freaky shit is what I like,
Especially when them bitches dykes
So shake that ass, and bitch, don't stop
Come on, girl, just make me hot
'Cause I'm down for the 69
You better get yours 'cause I gets mine
Show what you got; bitch, stop frontin'
Drop them draws and shake a lil' somethin'!

Chorus

Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I love to see 'em in lingerie
Tattooed titties and a Boosty-A
Stacked on the back of a cutie pie
Bend over, let me see you do the butterfly
So impressin' when undressin'
You got me stressin', bitch, stop flexin'
Keep shakin' that**at me
Pop that coochie, freak so nasty
Double up on the table top
Hit them switches now make that**drop
Girl, get wide open
Up and down with an in-and-out motion
Them other kings, they ain't did nothin'
You wanna get freaky? Lemme kiss your belly button
You're so fine, I can't take it
You gots to freak it, you gots to shake it!

Chorus

[MM] To the left...
[BM] Yeahhhhh! Get it get it!
[MM] To the right y'all!
[BM] C'mon now, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump ...
[MM] To the front ...
[BM] Heyyyy! Get it, get it!
[MM] To the back y'all! Make time!
[BM] Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it!

Chorus

Baller Bitch (Foxy Brown)

[Featuring Too Short / Pretty Boy]

Yo Foxy shorty yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you yo
I didn't pay that bitch
[Foxy]
This is for all my ballin**bitches
All over worldwide
Shake them thighs for them pies
For all my niggas on every street corner
That's right love y'all niggas
[Chorus Foxy & Too Short]
This is for the baller bitch
The waller bitch
The niggas that would call a bitch
Y'all be rich
So Short, what you mean?
I bet I be a poor girl's dream
More money than she ever seen
This is for the baller cats
All the cats
That want a bitch to lay on their backs
To hell with that
So Fox what you mean?
Bet I be a poor niggas dream
More money than he ever seen
[Too-Short]
Kiss the projects goodbye
I'ma change you bitch
I'ma have niggas thinkin you a famous bitch
Here's the keys to the Benz but don't start the car
If you good I'ma let you park the car
From a straight broke**to a baller bitch
They got no other choice but to call you rich
I got hella fly ladies
Never cry ladies
Those cheat on they man type tell a lie ladies
Diamond rings
Platinum chains
Tell them "baller bitch" when they ask your name
I say strut that strut
Walk that walk
Pop that shit
Talk that talk
Hold your head high
Be proud of this life
Pray to God that you never fall out of this life
'Cause it's much more better than all world scenes
Bitch open up your eyes it's a poor girls dream
[Chorus]
[Foxy]
Kiss that jail shit goodbye
I'ma lace you nigga
I'ma have bitches thinkin' you a famous nigga
Here's the keys to the crib
Have you lovin' this life
And bitches ain't nothing **in' with a thug in your life
And you frontin'**niggas who be courtin' the hype
Like they OT
And ain't ever sold a drug in they life
I got husslin'**niggas
Thuggin'**niggas
Always on some shit never trustin**niggas
Bust your guns niggas cop your ones
And tell them "big baller" when you flash your ones
Nigga lock the bar down
Show these cats how it's done
And slide through the hood and go ** with your Dons
[Chorus]
[Foxy]
Call me what you want
I done heard the worst
And if there's Cris in this bitch
Then I'm poppin' it first
And if the 700's come I'll be coppin' it first
So whenever you see some hot shit I'm rockin' it first
[Too-Short]
Shit, droppin' it first
The pardon choppin' it first
Basically when I ride by I'm hurtin' them worse
So now boo what you gonna do?
You see how quick I got you
That's how quick I will drop you
[Chorus]

PANIC (RANK) (The Smiths)

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play


On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Or provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ


Thankyou ...

PANIC (The Smiths)

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play


On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ

Outerspace (Evan & Jaron)

It's lonely here in outerspace
The nearest stars are miles away
But I believe I'm on to something big

I've only come to not be found
To circle high above the ground
And watch everyone else for a change

Don't you ever wish you'd never
Don't you wonder if your face might shine
Without the pies of lies

To all the girls who wish to be
Immortalized in fantasy
I wrote this song for you and not for me

I'm the senator of a lonely state
Too far gone I've sealed my fate
I'm so tired of being blown out with the cause

Don't you ever wish you'd met her
Don't you wonder if your face might shine
Without the pies of lies

I've arrived
I'm doing well
Quite a view from the top
Though it is cold as hell
I've arrived
And it's hard to tell
The bright lights from the starlights
And the canyons from the hills

They Don't Wanna ** Wit Me (Missy Elliott)

Intro: Missy

Damn, he he he
Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time
Uh huh, say what?
He he he he, damn he he
Timbaland, he he, yeah
We bout to lace em one mo time
Alright, yeah , ooh

Verse 1: Missy

The M-I to the S-S
They put that on my chest
My car's the way that I flex
And people say I'm dope as **
They say I'm just too fly
I make em wanna get high
They want a piece of this pie
But I'm just too damn chill for them
No way I flip my shit
It feels like a good hit
And even if you buy it
Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay
Nigga, what you got to say
Iza bah bah zah zay
Iza zah zah zah zay

Verse 2: Timbaland

We ridin through your hood (hood)
With a dollar dank (dank)
And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)
Two bad niggas, from the B-B-A (bay-ay)
Twelve blunts a day (what)
Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay)
Who y'all think y'all is (is)
Tryin to get with Mis (Mis)
You tryin to dis
You think you can beat us, shit (shit)
Free them ill 1 to 12
Jeez and a bells
Free them ill creators
Just, I'm a friend, what (what)

Verse 3: Missy

I come back into my flow
My people just don't know
They hate the way that I hee
They hate the way that I hee-haw
Cuz I got too much doe
You know its D-E low
So what you come here fo
See, you don't wanna ** wit me
Get it off your chest
You know who's the best
See, there's no other yes
That can get down like Missy
So hit you off like this
And you be the witness
That I'm a sure gets dick
Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh

Outro: Missy

Hey, yo Timbaland
Yo, I'm a just (sue)
Dance a little bit
You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you?
He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin?
We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track
The track is bangin by its self
Know what I'm sayin?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want
To ** with me
They don't want 5X
Ooh, ooh, to ** with me
Wanna ** with me
They don't want 3X
Oh, oh, oh, to ** with me
No they don't
They don't wanna
They don't want
No, no, no
To ** with me

Missy talking to fade

Closest Thing To Heaven (Tears For Fears)

28 days of rain
Flash floods in February
Back in our boats again
Bath water and the baby
What am I gonna do?
There's been a lot of drinking
Looking at ghosts of you
While all the world is sinking

10.000 miles into the atmosphere
My body shakes
Is there a welcome here?

Closest thing to heaven
How do you do it?
Closest thing to heaven, heaven

Throw your arms round the world
Make love your destination
Here we go boys and girls
Act like a generation
Give me that ball and chain
By now it must be hurting
Dragging your feet again
Just like a beast of burden
When one and one and one make two
I know I'm high because I've captured you,
yeah...

Closest thing to heaven
Yeah, it's you
Closest thing to heaven, heaven

Look the world right in the eye
Eat the countries that are making billions
Sweet as homemade apple pie
Saved by crumbs for all the starving millions, yeah

Closest thing to heaven
Closest thing to heaven
How do you do it?
Closest thing to heaven
Uhh, hey
Closest thing to heaven


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