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Underground (Tom Waits)

Rattle Big Black Bones
in the Danger zone
there's a rumblin' groan
down below
there's a big dark town
it's a place I've found
there's a world going on
UNDERGROUND

they're alive, they're awake
while the rest of the world is asleep
below the mine shaft roads
it will all unfold
there's a world going on
UNDERGROUND

all the roots hang down
swing from town to town
they are marching around
down under your boots
all the trucks unload
beyond the gopher holes
there's a world going on
UNDERGROUND


Tom Waits: Vocal
Victor Feldman: Bass marimba
Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass
Randy Aldcroft: Baritone horn
Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums
Fred Tackett: Electric guitar

Riders In The Sky (Outlaws)

(Ghost) Riders In the Sky
Vaughn Monroe

Peak Billboard position # 1 in 1949
Monroe may not have sung it precisely this way but a recording by him was not
available so the words and music herein are taken from the sheet music as written
by Stan Jones
Monroes' version, as well as competing versions by Peggy Lee (# 2), Bing Crosby
(#14), and Burl Ives (# 21) were all charted as just "Riders In the Sky"
Later, The Ramrods took it to # 30 in 1961 with the parenthetical (Ghost) added,
as did the Baja Marimba Band (#52 in 1966) and The Outlaws (#31 in 1981)
Lawrence Welk used the original title on his # 87 in 1961.


An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A'plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breaths he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
They've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a' ridin' on our range"
"Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride"
"A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless skies."

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky










Riders In The Sky (Peggy Lee)

(Ghost) Riders In the Sky
Vaughn Monroe

Peak Billboard position # 1 in 1949
Monroe may not have sung it precisely this way but a recording by him was not
available so the words and music herein are taken from the sheet music as written
by Stan Jones
Monroes' version, as well as competing versions by Peggy Lee (# 2), Bing Crosby
(#14), and Burl Ives (# 21) were all charted as just "Riders In the Sky"
Later, The Ramrods took it to # 30 in 1961 with the parenthetical (Ghost) added,
as did the Baja Marimba Band (#52 in 1966) and The Outlaws (#31 in 1981)
Lawrence Welk used the original title on his # 87 in 1961.


An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A'plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breaths he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
They've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a' ridin' on our range"
"Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride"
"A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless skies."

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky










Vela Por Tu Vida (Baby Rasta)

"Algunas veces te sientes apretado...
Te sientes debil...
Y cuando te sientes debil...
Sientes que vas a rendirte...
Pero tienes que buscar de lo mas profundo de tu interior...
Una fuerza, que no lo permite...
Que te ayuda a luchar, y luchar...
Y te empuja...
Para llegar a la cima...
Wooo..."

Vela por tu vida
No te vallas en viaje
En vivir mi vida
Soy un cantante que ha tenido exitos y caidas
En lo personal, jum
Ni que se diga
Balas me han rozado
Y por poco una me costaba la vida
Alzen las manos
Todos los que a mi me envidian
No se imaginan lo que ago dia a dia
Vivo la vida todos los dias
Como es despedida
Con el corillo de las Monjas
Fumando marimba
Tu no tienes flow
Tampoco tienes gun
Te guillas en las canciones
De que eres un mat n la pelicula que vives de gangsters
No metes cabras
No hagas que este flaco te de un bofet oy Rasta
El hombre del momento
Te doy uno arriba
Y los demas para que brinques en el cemento
Soy como soy
Y no como el lambon de ******
Tu quieres ser como yo
O como el rapero Tempo
Bichotes de cart e tira en tus canciones
Pa' sentirte hombre
Pero no estoy conforme
Quisiera mandarte un viaje
Con mi maldita cadena
Dejarte el sello de Illegal Life Records en tu cabeza

Asi es mi vida
Asi soy yo
Asi vive "Illegal Life" y "New Records"
My song, my flow, my show
My gun, you know
Y envuelvete con mi canci e quieren ver morir
Vengan por mi
Si quieren matarme
No mori y song, my flow, my show
My gun, you know
Y envuelvete con mi canci Desde los noventas canto en residenciales
Fumo todos los dias, mato con metales
Con nadie hago las pases
Y no te pases
Que si te prospasas
Moriras en la puerta de tu casa
Con el corillo Glock, .40 full, peines de treinta
Conmigo nadie inventa
Pues llego quien llega
Baby Rasta, el de la cuarenta
Y no provoques que te mate con mi letra
Tu eres feca
No estas apto para esta guerra
Moriras sangrado en una puta cuneta
Yo soy calle, tu no eres calle
Y tu lo sabes
Y es mejor que conmigo no te resbales
Naci solo, jodo solo, guerreo solo
Y contra ti, contra cualquiera yo me jodo
No me la tengo que pasar con gangsters, pai'
No aparento con cadenas que no es mia, pai'
Para sacar la paz aqui en la discoteca, pai'
Para tener que frontear con una botella de champagne
Estos cabrones se creen Superman
A todas estas nos matamos y no me jodas mas

Asi es mi vida
Asi soy yo
Asi vive "Illegal Life" y "New Records"
My song, my flow, my show
My gun, you know
Y envuelvete con mi canci e quieren ver morir
Vengan por mi
Si quieren matarme
No morir y song, my flow, my show
My gun, you know
Y envuelvete con mi canci (Que se mueran!)
(Todos mueran!)
(De un tiro en la cabeza!)
(Por envidia todos mueran!)
(De un tiro en la cabeza!)

"Ay, ay, ay papito...
Esto es un poquito...
De lo que puede venir en "Sentenciados"...
Ustedes, no me amenazen con cuchillos sin filos...
No me paso con nadie en la discoteca ni con corillo pa' meter cabras...
Tu lo sabes...
Sonic...
Distes otro palo mas pa' la colecci e Baby Rasta y Gringo...
Y esta vez te pauto, porque yo no vendo sue a la hora de pautar...
Sooo...
Soportenme!
The Score!
Tu sabes quien soy!
The Score, what!
The Score, what!
The Score!
Ah, Nando?
Como que no le tenemos miedo a nadie!

(Por envidia todos mueran!)
(De un tiro en la cabeza!)

Wooh!
*ch-chak*
Ay...
Jaja!

Sway (Rosemary Clooney)

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me
Make me sway
Like the lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close
Sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me
Sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me
Sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I grow weak

I can hear the sound of violins
Long before
It begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth
Sway me now

Quien sera el que me quiere a mi
Quien sera
Quien sera
Quien sera el que me de su amor
Quien sera
Quien sera

I can hear the sound of violins
Long before
It begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth
Sway me now

Sway me smooth, Sway me now!

16 Shells From A 30.06 (Tom Waits)

I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
and a Black Crow snuck through
a hole in the sky
so I spent all my buttons on an
old pack mule
and I made me a ladder from
a pawn shop marimba
and I leaned it up against
a dandelion tree

And I filled me a sachel
full of old pig corn
and I beat me a billy
from an old French horn
and I kicked that mule
to the top of the tree
and I blew me a hole
'bout the size of a kickdrum
and I cut me a switch
from a long branch elbow

Chorus
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

Well I slept in the holler
of a dry creek bed
and I tore out the buckets
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
with the strings of a Washburn
stretched like a clothes line
you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

Repeat Chorus

Now I hold him prisoner
in a Washburn jail
that stapped on the back
of my old kick mule
strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Repeat Chorus


Tom Waits: Vocal
Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums
Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass
Fred Tackett: Electric guitar
Victor Feldman: Brake drum, bell plate, snare
Joe Romano: Trombone

Bajo El Mar (La Sirenita)

Ariel, escúchame.
Ese mundo está muy mal.
La vida bajo el mar es mucho mejor que el mundo allá arriba.

Tú crees que en otros lagos las algas más verdes son
Y sueñas con ir arriba, ¡qué gran equivocación!
¿No ves que tu propio mundo no tiene comparación?
¿Qué puede haber allá fuera que causa tal emoción?

Bajo el mar, bajo el mar
Vives contenta, siendo sirena eres feliz
Sé que trabajan sin parar y bajo el sol para variar
Mientras nosotros siempre flotamos bajo el mar

Los peces son muy felices, aquí tienen libertad
Los peces allí están tristes, sus casas son de cristal
La vida de nuestros peces muy larga no suele ser
Si al dueño le apetece, a mí me van a comer

Bajo el mar, bajo el mar
Nadie nos fríe ni nos cocina en un sartén
Si no te quieres arriesgar bajo el mar te quedarás
Y sin problemas entre burbujas tú vivirás

Bajo el mar, bajo el mar
Hay siempre ritmo en nuestro mundo al natural
La manta-raya tocará, el esturión se unirá
Siempre hay ritmo, ritmo marino
Bajo el mar

Oye la flauta, oye el arpa
Y al contrabajo ponle atención
Verás la trompetas y el tambor
Disfruta de tu canción, sí
Con la marimba y el violín
Las truchas volteando, el otro cantando
Y sin olvidar los del espadín
Que empiece la función

Sí!
Bajo el mar, bajo el mar
Hay bailarinas, son las sardinas, ven a bailar
¿Para qué quieres explorar si nuestra banda va a tocar?
Hay castañuelas, son las almejas bajo el mar
Y las babosas son tan jocosas bajo el mar

El caracol es saxofonista
Y las burbujas llenan la pista
Para que bailes en esta fiesta
Bajo el mar

Sway (Eileen Barton)

Sway
Dean Martin

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now


Mexico En La Piel (Luis Miguel)

Como una mirada hecha en Sonora
vestida con el mar de Cozumel
con el color del sol por todo el cuerpo
asi se lleva a Mexico en la piel

como el buen tequila de esta tierra
o como un amigo en Yucatan
en Aguascalientes deshilados
o lana tejida en Teotitlán
asi se siente Mexico
asi se siente Mexico
asi como los labios por la piel

asi te envuelve Mexico
asi te sabe Mexico
asi se lleva a Mexico en la piel

como ver la sierra de Chihuahua
o la artesanía en San Miguel
poder montar el cerro de la silla
asi se lleva a México en la piel

como acompañarse con Mariachis
para hacer llorar a esa cancion
en el sur se toca con marimba
en el norte con acordeón

asi se siente Mexico
asi se siente Mexico
asi como unos labios por la piel
asi te envuelve Mexico
asi te sabe Mexico
asi se lleva a Mexico en la piel

como un buen sa**de Saltillo
como bienvenida en Verzacruz
la emocion de un beso frente a frente
asi se lleva aMexico en la piel

como contemplar el mar Caribe
descubrir un bello amanecer
tener la fresca brisa de Morelia
la luna acariciendo una mujer

asi se siente Mexico
asi se siente Mexico
asi como unos labios por la piel
asi te envuelve Mexico
asi te sabe Mexico
asi se lleva a Mexico en la piel

Shore Leave (Tom Waits)

Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart
I rolled down the national stroll
and with a big fat paycheck
strapped to my hip sack
and a shore leave wristwatch underneath
my sleeve
in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels
I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank
and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga
and was in a bad need of a shave
and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein
and shot billards with a midget
until the rain stopped
and I bought a long sleeved shirt
with horses on the front
and some gum and a lighter and a knife
and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)
and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife

and I said Baby, I'm so far away from home
and I miss my Baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so

Well I was pacing myself
trying to make it all last
squeezing all the life
out of a lousy two day pass
and I had a cold one at the Dragon
with some Filipino floor show
and talked baseball with a lieutenant
over a Singapore sling
and I wondered how the same moon outside
over this Chinatown fair
could look down on Illinois
and find you there
and you know I love you Baby

and I'm so far away from home
and I miss my Baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so

Shore Leave...
Shore Leave...


Tom Waits: Chair, vocal
Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums
Randy Aldcroft: Trombone
Victor Feldman: Marimba, bass marimba & shaker, bass drum with rice
Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass
Fred Tackett: Banjo, guitar
Francis Thumm: Metal aunglongs


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