August

Song 243: "Rebel Yell" - Billy Idol

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel came pumping on the floor
She said, come on baby, I got a license for love
And if it expires, pray help from above
Because

In the midnight hour she cried, more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried, more, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell, more, more, more
More, more, more

She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But, when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me, babe
What sets you free, I need you here by me
Because

He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long, it don't mess up his hair

I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you

I'd sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn for you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Justa, justa, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
 

Song 242: "In the Navy" - The Village People

Where can you find pleasure
Search the world for treasure
Learn science technology
Where can you begin to make your dreams all come true
On the land or on the sea
Where can you learn to fly
Play in sports and skin dive
Study oceanography
Sign up for the big band
Or sit in the grandstand
When your team and others meet

In the navy
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the navy
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the navy
Come on now, people, make a stand
In the navy, in the navy
Can't you see we need a hand
In the navy
Come on, protect the mother land
In the navy
Come on and join your fellow man
In the navy
Come on people, and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy, in the navy (in the navy)

They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit

If you like adventure
Don't you wait to enter
The recruiting office fast
Don't you hesitate
There is no need to wait
They're signing up new seamen fast
Maybe you are too young
To join up today
But don't you worry 'bout a thing
For I'm sure there will be
Always a good navy
Protecting the land and sea

In the navy
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the navy
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the navy
Come on be bold and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy
Can't you see we need a hand
In the navy
Come on, protect the motherland
In the navy
Come on and join your fellow man
In the navy
Come on be bold and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy, in the navy (in the navy)

They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit

They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit

They want you, they want you in the navy

In the navy
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the navy
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the navy
Come on be bold and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy
Can't you see we need a hand
In the navy
Come protect the motherland
In the navy
Come on and join your fellow man
In the navy
Come on be bold and make a stand
 

Song 241: "Hold the Line" - Toto

It's not in the way that you hold me
It's not in the way you say you care
It's not in the way you've been treating my friends
It's not in the way that you stayed till the end
It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you'll do

Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh
Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh

It's not in the words that you told me, girl
It's not in the way you say you're mine, ooh
It's not in the way that you came back to me
It's not in the way that your love set me free
It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you'll do

Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh
Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh

It's not in the words that you told me
It's not in the way you say you're mine, ooh
It's not in the way that you came back to me
It's not in the way that your love set me free
It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you'll do

Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh
Hold the line, love isn't always on time
Love isn't always on time
Love isn't always on time, oh oh oh

 

Song 240: "The Weeping Song" - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountain
The men, they are weeping too

Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are all weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long

Father, why are all the children weeping?
Oh they are merely crying son
Oh are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long

Oh father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face it seems wet to touch
Oh then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
No I won't be weeping long
No I won't be weeping long
No I won't be weeping long
 

Song 238: "Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold" - JRR Tolkien

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

Farewell we call to hearth and hall,
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall.

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell.
Through moor and waste we ride in haste
And whither then we cannot tell.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long forgotten gold.

The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay by night and day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.

The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled.
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mold.

The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased.
But shrill and harsh across the marsh
Its whistling voices were released.

The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The reeds were rattling, on it went.
O'er shaken pool under heavens cool,
Where racing clouds were torn and rent.

It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
And swept above the dragon's lair:
There black and dark lay boulders stark,
And flying smoke was in the air.

It left the world and took its flight
Over the wide seas of the night.
The moon set sail upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light.

Under the Mountain dark and tall
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!

The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.

The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.

Now we call over the mountains cold,
'Come back unto the caverns old!'
Here at the Gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.

The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!

Farewell we call to hearth and hall,
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.

We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
 

Song 237: "Long Forgotten Sons" - Rise Against

Far from home on a road unknown
Where the vultures circle on winds that blow
From northern skies that haunt these waking moments
On shadows cast by the mountain range
On calloused soles we find our way
Through desperate eyes, we long for the horizon
While this sun is rising

We are the long forgotten sons
And daughters that don' belong to anyone
We are alone under this sun
We work to fix the work that you've undone

When cries for help go unanswered
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing
'Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But we'll never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something

We are the long forgotten sons
And daughters that don' belong to anyone
We are alone under this sun
We work to fix the work that you've undone

Don't fall, I see lights in the distance
They're not far away
Stand up because the sky is turning gray

There's hope in these footsteps of persistence
So don't go astray
These lights get closer everyday

We are the long forgotten sons
Yeah we are the long forgotten sons

We are the long forgotten sons
And daughters that don' belong to anyone
We are alone under this sun
We work to fix the work that you've undone

What you've undone

Song 236: "The House of the Rising Sun" - The Animals

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on, a drunk

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
 

Song 235: "Black is the Sun" - Steve Palmer

Wind won't you carry me
Set my blind spirit free
For I have lost the will to breathe
As comrades fall like dying leaves

Black is the Sun
Black is the Sun

Rain won't you wash me clean
Such poison I have seen
Visions that will not be gone
For all my life, however long

And in this trench there is a picture
My sweet children smile at me
And in my heart an endless longing
Wherefore art the smiles I see?

Black is the Sun
Black is the Sun

Snow won't you chill my wounds
Spring she has come too soon
Fires scorch as we retreat
And flesh decays around my feet

Lord won't you bring me home
No strength have I to roam
A thousand miles beneath these boots
More death with every round I shoot

And on this gun there is a number
Tell me what this number means
Is it for the lives I've ended
Or is it for the countless tears I've screamed?

Black is the Sun
Black is the Sun

Wind won't you carry me
Set my blind spirit free
For I am broke beyond repair
So to my kin please blow me there

And wake me from this endless nightmare
Save me from these deathly drones
Grant me ever-lasting leave
From blood-red soil and burning bones

Black is the Sun
Black is the Sun

Black is the Sun
Black is the Sun
 

Song 233: "Polka Never Dies" - The Dreadnoughts

Your eyes were filled with stars
So you picked up a guitar
And how the people gave
The attention that you crave
Tonight, the stage is yours
But the world has watched you rise
And fall a thousand times before
Polka never dies

So when your face is gone
The dance will carry on
And you'll rot down in your grave
With the souls you couldn't save
Tonight, the stage was yours
How they loved your moans and sighs
But oh, the reaper loved you more
Polka never dies

Come all you indie hipster darlings
And new pop country starlings
To the main street legion hall
Look into my crystal ball

Emo, screamo, POLKA NEVER DIES
Last call, Dance hall, POLKA NEVER DIES
You'll be the first against the wall
You'll be the first against the wall

Song 232: "El Aguante" - Calle 13

Nacimos para aguantar lo que el cuerpo sostiene
Aguantamos lo que vino y aguantamos lo que viene
Aguantamos aunque tengamos los segundos contados
Nuestro cuerpo aguanta hasta quince minutos ahorcado.
Aguantamos latigazos, que nos corten los dos brazos
Fracturas en cualquier hueso, tres semanas con un yeso.
Aguantamos todo el tiempo las ganas de ir al baño
Pa' ver el cometa Halley, hay que aguantar 70 años.
Aguantamos la escuela, la facultad, el instituto
A la hora de cenar, nos aguantamos los erutos
El pueblo de Burundi sigue aguantando la hambruna
Aguantamos tres días para llegar a la luna.
 
Aguantamos el frío del ártico, el calor del trópico
Aguantamos con anticuerpos los virus microscópicos
Aguantamos las tormentas, huracanes, el mal clima
Aguantamos Nagasaki, aguantamos Hiroshima.
Aunque no queramos, aguantamos nuevas leyes
Aguantamos hoy por hoy que todavía existan reyes
Castigamos al humilde y aguantamos al cruel
Aguantamos ser esclavos por nuestro color de piel.
Aguantamos el capitalismo, el comunismo, el socialismo,
El feudalismo, aguantamos hasta el pendejismo.
Aguantamos al culpable cuando se hace el inocente
Aguantamos cada año a nuestro puto presidente.
 
Por lo que fue y por lo que pudo ser
Por lo que hay, por lo que puede faltar
Por lo que venga y por este instante
¡a brindar por el aguante!
 
Por lo que fue y por lo que pudo ser
Por lo que hay, por lo que puede faltar
Por lo que venga y por este instante
Levanta el vaso ¡y a brindar por el aguante!
¡A brindar por el aguante!
 
Aguantamos cualquier tipo de dolor aunque nos duela
Aguantamos Pinochet, aguantamos a Videla
Franco, Mao, Ríos Montt, Mugabe, Hitler, Idi Amin
Stalin, Bush, Truman, Ariel Sharón y Hussein.
Aguantamos mas de veinte campos de concentración
Cuando nadas bajo el agua aguantas la respiración
Pa' construir una pared aguantamos los ladrillos
El que no fuma se aguanta el olor a cigarrillo
Aguantamos que Monsanto infecte nuestra comida
Aguantamos el agente naranja y los pesticidas
Cuando navegamos, aguantamos el mareo
Aguantamos el salario mínimo y el desempleo.
Aguantamos las Malvinas y la invasión británica
En la ciudad de Pompeya aguantamos lava volcánica
Y dentro de la lógica de nuestra humanidad
Nos creemos la mentira y nadie aguanta la verdad.
 
Por lo que fue y por lo que pudo ser
Por lo que hay, por lo que puede faltar
Por lo que venga y por este instante
Levanta el vaso ¡y a brindar por el aguante!
¡A brindar por el aguante!
 
Aguantamos al ateo, al mormón, al cristiano
Al budista, al judío, aguantamos al pagano
Aguantamos el que vende balas y el que las dispara
Aguantamos la muerte de Lennon, la de Víctor Jara.
Aguantamos muchas guerras, Vietnam, la Guerra Fría
La Guerra de los 100 años, la Guerra de los 6 días.
Que aguanten la revancha, venimos al desquite
Hoy nuestro hígado aguanta lo que la barra invite.
 
Por lo que fue y por lo que pudo ser
Por lo que hay, por lo que puede faltar
Por lo que venga y por este instante
¡a brindar por el aguante!
 
Por lo que fue y por lo que pudo ser
Por lo que hay, por lo que puede faltar
Por lo que venga y por este instante
Levanta el vaso ¡y a brindar por el aguante!
¡A brindar por el aguante!
 


(Translated version of Calle 13's "El Aguante")

We were born to endure all that the body can bear.
We endure what came before and in the future is there.
We endure, even though we have seconds left on this land
Our body endures more than fifteen minutes being hanged
We endure lashes, and having both arms chopped off.
Fractures in any of our bones, and getting ripped off
We constantly endure the urge to use the toilet
We endure seventy years to witness Halley's comet
We endure schooling, it's faculty and the institution
At dinner, we endure holding in belches and avoid interruption
The people of Burundi still endure famine
We endured three days to reach the moon and make first landing
 
We endure the coldest arctic, and the even hotter tropic
We endure with antibodies all viruses microscopic
We endure storms, hurricanes, the excuses from FEMA
We endured Nagasaki, we endured Hiroshima
Even though we don't want to, we endure new laws,
We endure that we are still in modern king's jaws
We punish the meek and endure the cruel kingpin
We endure being slaves because of the color of our skin,
We endure capitalism, communism, socialism,
Feudalism, we endure all kinds of fucked-up -isms
We endure when the guilty pretends to be innocent
Year in and year out we endure our fucking President
 
For what was and what could have been,
For what we have and what might be missing
For what may come and for this moment's reassurance, let's toast to endurance!
 
For what was and what could have been,
For what we have and what might be missing
For what may come and for this moment's reassurance!
Raise your glass and let's toast to endurance! A toast to endurance!
 
We endure all pain, although it may last forever
We endured Pinochet, we endured Videla
Franco, Mao, Rios Montt, Mugabe, Hitler, Idi Amin,
Stalin, Bush, Truman, Ariel Sharon, and Hussein.
We endured more than twenty concentration camps,
When you swim you hold your breath and you endure through that,
To build a wall we endure the weight of all its bricks,
Nonsmokers all have to endure the cigarette stink.
We endure the fact that Monsanto has always lied
We endured Agent Orange and all sorts of pesticides
When we sail we endure spending time over the toilet
We endure minimum wage and unemployment,
We endured the Falklands and British invasion
In Pompeii we endured that tragic situation
And within the logic of our humanity
We believe in lies and endure that insanity
 
For what was and what could have been,
For what we have and what might be missing
For what may come and for this moment's reassurance, let's toast to endurance!
 
We endure the atheist, the Mormon, and the Christian
the Buddhist, the Jew, we endure the pagan,
We endure those who sell bullets and those who shoot them happily
We endured the death of Lennon, and Victor Jara's tragedy,
We endured many conflicts, Vietnam, the Cold War
The Hundred Years, the Thirty Years, and the Six-Day War
They'll endure our revenge, as we come in retaliation,
And today our liver will endure our intoxication
 
For what was and what could have been,
For what we have and what might be missing
For what may come and for this moment's reassurance, let's toast to endurance!
 
For what was and what could have been,
For what we have and what might be missing
For what may come and for this moment's reassurance!
Raise your glass and let's toast to endurance! A toast to endurance!
 

Song 231: "Campesino" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Cuando vayas á los campos,
no te apartes del camino,
que puedes pisar el sueño
de los abuelos dormidos.
Campesino, campesino.
¡Por ti canto, Campesino!

Unos, son tierra menuda.
Otros, la raíz del trigo.
Otros son piedras dispersas
en la orillita del río.
Campesino, Campesino.
¡Por ti canto, Campesino!

Cuántas veces, cuántas veces,
más allá del sembradío,
en la fragua de las tardes
fueron á templar sus gritos
Campesino, Campesino.
¡Por ti canto, Campesino!

Sagrada misión del hombre:
nieve, sol y sacrificio.
Morir sembrando la vida.
Vivir, templando su grito.
Campesino, Campesino,
Par ti canto, ¡Campesino!

Cuando vayas á los campos,
no te apartes del camino,
que puedes pisar el sueño
de los abuelos dormidos.
Nunca muertos, ¡sí dormidos¡
Nunca muertos, ¡si dormidos!
Campesino, Campesino
Nunca muertos, ¡si dormidos!

Cuando vayas á los campos,
no te apartes del camino,
que puedes pisar el sueño
de los abuelos dormidos.
Nunca muertos, ¡sí dormidos¡
Nunca muertos, ¡si dormidos!
Campesino, Campesino,
Par ti canto, ¡Campesino!
Par ti canto, ¡Campesino!

Song 230: "Himno de Riego"

Soldados, la patria
nos llama a la lid,
juremos por ella
vencer o morir.

Serenos, alegres,
valientes, osados,
cantemos, soldados,
el himno a la lid.
Y a nuestros acentos
el orbe se admire
y en nosotros mire
los hijos del Cid.

Blandamos el hierro
que el tímido esclavo
del fuerte, del bravo
la faz no osa a ver;
sus huestes cual humo
veréis disipadas,
y a nuestras espadas
fugaces correr.

¿El mundo vio nunca
más noble osadia?
¿Lució nunca un día
más grande en valor,
que aquel que inflamados
nos vimos del fuego
que excitara en Riego
de Patria el amor?

Su voz fue seguida,
su voz fue escuchada,
tuvimos en nada
soldados, morir;
Y osados quisimos
romper la cadena
que de afrenta llena
del bravo el vivir.

Rompámosla, amigos,
que el vil que la lleva
insano se atreva
su frente mostrar.
Nosotros ya libres
en hombres tornados
sabremos, soldados,
su audacia humillar.

Al arma ya tocan,
las armas tan solo
el crimen, el dolo
sabrán abatir.
Que tiemblen, que tiemblen,
que tiemble el malvado
al ver del soldado
la lanza esgrimir.

La trompa guerrera
sus ecos da al viento
horror al sediento,
ya ruge el cañón;
y a Marte sañudo
la audacia provoca,
y el genio invoca
de nuestra nación.

Se muestran, volemos,
volemos, soldados:
¿los veis aterrados
su frente bajar?
Volemos, que el libre
por siempre ha sabido
del siervo vendido
la audacia humillar.
 

Song 229: "Back on Northern Shores" - Amon Amarth

A thick fog lies ahead
The ocean's deadly calm
Their ship glides on the silent waves
Into the unknown
He cannot turn around
For him it's much too late
He puts his back into the oar
And rows towards his fate

The ship cuts through
The milk white mist
Though the blind they clearly hear
The oar strokes of their mighty fleet
Battle's drawing near
His heart pounds loud and wild
He's waited for this day
Then suddenly a dragon's head
Appears out of the haze

Back on the Northern shores
Just as he once swore
He vowed to return
And to make them burn

Then a Northern wind picks up
It sweeps the mist away
A might viking fleet appears
Patiently they wait
"Death or victory!"
Words by which they stand
No turning back! In for the kill!
Led by thy command!

"All men grab your swords and shields
The enemies lay ahead!
We'll make this bay our battlefield
and fill the waves with dead!"
Darkness then descends
Day turns into night
A massive cloud of thousand arrows
Fills the misty sky

With violent force
The two fleets crash
The battle now begins
Cries of war as weapons clash
Uncertain who will win

Thunder rolls 'cross the waves
Lightning cracks the sky
Clouds release hail big as grapes
As arrows are let fly

Hear the berserks roar!
They call to mighty Thor!
The fury in their raging eyes
Will burn forever more
Hear the weapons sing!
Feel the arrows sting!
They climb onto the Earl's great ship
And begin to swing

The fight is fierce as they attack
With sword and axe, no guts, no glory!
Arrow pierced, they won't back down
They battle on with heart and fury
Then it turns
The flanking ships give way
And soon they are embattled
Standing firm! Fight 'til death!
They refuse to die like cattle

Fighting for his life
No holds barred
So close to revenge
Close but yet so far

Then he stands before him
It's like the battle fades
He sees his father's eyes
As he's struck into the waves

Back on Northern shores
Just as he once swore
He has met his fate
In these cold dark waves

He looks to clouds up high
A dead and distant stare
She comes out of the light
See the chariot flare
Standing on the shore
He hears her silent call
Freja leads him through the door
Into the great hall
 

Song 228: "Stairway to Heaven" - Led Zeppelin

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,
And the forests will echo with laughter.

Oh!

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
 

Song 227: "Oleanna" - Theodore Blegen

I'm off to Oleana, I'm turning from my doorway,
No chains for me, I'll say good-by to slavery in Norway. 

Ole---Ole---Ole---oh! Oleana!
Ole---Ole---Ole---oh! Oleana!

They give you land for nothing in jolly Oleana,
And grain comes leaping from the ground in floods of golden manna.

The grain it does the threshing, it pours into the sack, Sir,
You make a quart of whisky from each one without expense, Sir

The crops they are gigantic, potatoes are immense, Sir,
You make a quart of whisky from each one without expense, Sir.

And ale as strong and sweet as the best you've ever tasted,
It's running in the foamy creek, where most of it is wasted.

The salmon they are playing, and leaping in the brook, Sir,
They hop into your kettle, put the cover on, and cook, Sir.

And little roasted piggies, with manners quite demure, Sir,
They ask you, Will you have some ham? And then you say, Why, sure, Sir.

The cows are most obliging, their milk they put in pails, Sir,
They make your cheese and butter with a skill that never fails, Sir.

The bull he is the master, his calves he likes to boss, Sir,
He beats them when they loaf about, he's never at a loss, Sir.

The calves are very helpful, themselves they skin and kill, Sir,
They turn into a tasty roast before you drink your fill, Sir.

The hens lay eggs colossal, so big and round and fine, Sir,
The roosters act like eight-day clocks, they always tell the time, Sir.

And cakes come raining down, Sir, with chocolate frosting1 coated,
They're nice and rich and sweet, good Lord, you eat them till you're bloated.

And all night long the sun shines, it always keeps a-glowing,
It gives you eyes just like a cat's, to see where you are going.

The moon is also beaming, it's always full, I vow, Sir,
A bottle for a telescope, I'm looking at it now, Sir.

Two dollars for carousing they give each day, and more, Sir,
For if you're good and lazy, they will even give you four, Sir.

Support your wife and kids? Why, the county pays for that, Sir,
You'd slap officials down and out if they should leave you flat, Sir.

And if you've any bastards, you're freed of their support, Sir,
As you can guess since I am spinning verses for your sport, Sir.

You walk about in velvet, with silver buttons bright, Sir,
You puff away at meerschaum pipes, your women pack them right, Sir.

The dear old ladies struggle, and sweat for us, and labor,
And if they're cross, they spank themselves, they do it as a favor.

And so we play the fiddle, and all of us are glad, Sir,
We dance a merry polka, boys, and that is not so bad, Sir.

I'm off to Oleana, to lead a life of pleasure,
A beggar here, a count out there, with riches in full measure.

I'm coming, Oleana, I've left my native doorway,
I've made my choice, I've said good-by to slavery in Norway.

1. The original, translated literally, is "cholera frosting."
 

Song 226: "Ya sabes mi paradero"

The moors that Franco brought
want to enter Madrid
The moors that Franco brought
want to enter Madrid
While a militiaman remains
the Moors shall not pass!
While a militiaman remains
the Moors shall not pass!

If you want to write me
you know my mailstop
If you want to write me
you know my mailstop
Third mixed brigade
first platoon
Third mixed brigade
first platoon

At the roadside in of Gandesa
There is a moor Muhama
At the roadside in of Gandesa
There is a moor Muhama
ho says, "Come by, countryman,
What do you want to eat?"
ho says, "Come by, countryman,
What do you want to eat?"

The first course served
Are destructive grenades,
The first course served
Are destructive grenades,
nd the second is machine-gun fire
To refresh your memory.
nd the second is machine-gun fire
To refresh your memory.

When we go on leave,
The first thing we se
When we go on leave,
The first thing we see
Are fake militia members
Who are enjoying their coffee
Are fake militia members
Who are enjoying their coffee

When arriving in Barcelona
The first thing we see
When arriving in Barcelona
The first thing we see
Are those fascist dogs
Sitting at a cafe
Are those fascist dogs
Sitting at a cafe

On the train to Madrid
They have added two cars
On the train to Madrid
They have added two cars
One for the guns
Another for the balls
One for the guns
Another for the balls

Artillerymen to the guns
Sharpen your aim
Artillerymen to the guns
Sharpen your aim
Because that son of a bitch Franco
Has not died yet
Because that son of a bitch Franco
Has not died yet

With Franco's head
We will make a great ball
With Franco's head
We will make a great ball
So the children of Galicia and Aragon
Can play
So the children of Galicia and Aragon
Can play

Though they will tear down the bridge
and the gateway
Though they will tear down the bridge
and the gateway
You will see me cross the Ebro
in a little sailboat
You will see me cross the Ebro
in a little sailboat

Ten thousand times they will tear it down
ten thousand times we will build it up
Ten thousand times they will tear it down
ten thousand times we will build it up
We have a thick head
in the engineer corps
We have a thick head
in the engineer corps

Into the Ebro have sunk
all of the Italian flags
Into the Ebro have sunk
all of the Italian flags
And on the bridge only remain
those which are Republican
And on the bridge only remain
Those which are Republican

Los moros que trajo Franco
en Madrid quieren entrar
Los moros que trajo Franco
en Madrid quieren entrar
Mientras quede un miliciano
los moros no pasarán
Mientras quede un miliciano
los moros no pasarán

Si me quieres escribir
ya sabes mi paradero
Si me quieres escribir
ya sabes mi paradero
Tercera brigada mixta
primera línea de fuego
Tercera brigada mixta
primera línea de fuego

En la venta de Gandesa
Hay un moro Mojamé
En la venta de Gandesa
Hay un moro Mojamé
Que te dice: «Pasa, "paisa"
¿Qué quieres para comer?»
Que te dice: «Pasa, "paisa"
¿Qué quieres para comer?»

El primer plato que dan
Son granadas rompedoras,
El primer plato que dan
Son granadas rompedoras,
Y el segundo de metralla
Para recobrar memoria.
Y el segundo de metralla
Para recobrar memoria.

Cuando vamos de permiso,
Lo primero que se ve,
Cuando vamos de permiso,
Lo primero que se ve,
Son milicianos de pega
Que están tomando café.
Son milicianos de pega
Que están tomando café.

Al llegar a Barcelona
Lo primero que se ve
Al llegar a Barcelona
Lo primero que se ve
Es a los perros fascistas
Sentados en el café
Es a los perros fascistas
Sentados en el café

En el tren que va a Madrid
Se agregaron dos vagones
En el tren que va a Madrid
Se agregaron dos vagones
Uno para los fusiles
Otro para los cojones
Uno para los fusiles
Otro para los cojones

Artilleros al cañon
Afinad la puntería
Artilleros al cañon
Afinad la puntería
Que el hijo de puta Franco
No se ha muerto todavía
Que el hijo de puta Franco
No se ha muerto todavía

Con la cabeza de Franco
Haremos un gran balón
Con la cabeza de Franco
Haremos un gran balón
Para que jueguen los niños
De Galicia y Aragón
Para que jueguen los niños
De Galicia y Aragón

Aunque me tiren el puente
y también la pasarela
Aunque me tiren el puente
y también la pasarela
me verás pasar el Ebro
en un barquito de vela
me verás pasar el Ebro
en un barquito de vela

Diez mil veces que lo tiren
diez mil veces que lo haremos
Diez mil veces que lo tiren
diez mil veces que lo haremos
Tenemos cabeza dura
los del cuerpo de ingenieros
Tenemos cabeza dura
los del cuerpo de ingenieros

En el Ebro se han hundido
las banderas italianas
En el Ebro se han hundido
las banderas italianas
y en los puentes sólo quedan
las que son republicanas
y en los puentes sólo quedan
las que son republicanas

Song 225: "De la noche a la mañana" - Elefante

Me despierta el corazón en la mañana
Puedo ver salir el sol en su mirada
todo puede suceder cuando se ama
el amor sabe mejor sobre la cama
pero se apaga el sol cuando se marcha
y cuelgas los ojos de la ventana
y vives de a poco

y se detiene el tiempo en tu cara
y se acaba el cuento de hadas
y se te mueve el piso, el cielo y no sabes como te llamas
y sientes que la virgen te habla
sientes que el silencio te embriaga
y quieres gritar y gritar y gritar y no encuentras palabras

y cuelgas los ojos de la ventana
y vives de a poco ...

me desvela el corazón la muy ingrata
ya no se ni dónde estoy ni lo que pasa
algo puede suceder si regresara
todo tiene solución sobre su cama
pero se apaga el sol cuando se marcha
y cuelgas los ojos de la ventana
y mueres de a poco

y se detiene el tiempo en tu cara
y se acaba el cuento de hadas
y se te mueve el piso, el cielo y no sabes como te llamas
y sientes que la virgen te habla
sientes que el silencio te embriaga
y quieres gritar y gritar y gritar y no encuentras palabras

y cuelgas los ojos de la ventana
y mueres de a poco

y se detiene el tiempo en tu cara
y se acaba el cuento de hadas
y se te mueve el piso, el cielo y no sabes como te llamas
y sientes que la virgen te habla
sientes que el silencio te embriaga
y quieres gritar y gritar y gritar

She awakens my heart in the morning
I can see the sun rise in his eyes
everything can happen when you love
love tastes better on a bed
but the sun goes out when she leaves
and you hang your eyes from the window
and you live little by little

and time stops in your face
and the fairy tale ends
and the floor moves, the sky and you do not know what your name is
and you feel that the Virgin Mary speaks to you
you feel that silence makes you drunk
and you want to scream and scream and scream and you can not find words

and hang your eyes from the window
and you live little by little ...

She ungratefully reveals my heart
I do not know where I am or what's happening
something can happen if she came back
everything has a solution on her bed
but the sun goes out when she leaves
and you hang your eyes from the window
and you die little by little

and time stops in your face
and the fairy tale ends
and the floor moves, the sky and you do not know what your name is
and you feel that the Virgin Mary speaks to you
you feel that silence makes you drunk
and you want to scream and scream and scream and you can not find words

and you hang your eyes from the window
and you die little by little

and time stops in your face
and the fairy tale ends
and the floor moves, the sky and you do not know what your name is
and you feel that the Virgin Mary speaks to you
you feel that silence makes you drunk
and you want to scream and scream and scream

Song 224: "Vamos" - Elefante

You know, I do not tell you lies, that this time there's more than enough
Ink and paper, in our lives
You know that in love there are no measures
And that the rules sometimes tend to be your nightmare

Your worst enemy, the most boring and cruel disguise
A leap into the void, the most lethal poison

Let's go to find the three legs on a cat
To try on other shoes
To play with reality
Let's go to cut pears from the elm
Not risking it would be the last straw, an insult to freedom

You know that the world is a chimera
That you can go wherever you want and come back, if you wish
You know that God put us in life
That everything is a matter of opening your heart without measure

Without oaths, just telling the truth
Without all this chatter, with the soul and nothing else

Let's go to find the three legs on a cat
To try on other shoes
To play with reality
Let's go to cut pears from the elm
Not risking it would be the last straw, an insult to freedom

Let's go, quickly let's go
Without fear we go, alalala yeah!
Let's go, without a doubt let's go, high up let's go, alalala yeah yeah yeah!

Sabes, que no te digo mentiras, que esta vez sobra
La tinta y el papel en nuestras vidas
Sabes que en el amor no hay medidas
Y que las reglas a veces suelen ser tu pesadilla 

Tu peor enemigo, el mas aburrido y cruel disfraz
Un salto al vacio, el veneno mas letal 

Vamos a buscarle tres pies al gato
A probarnos otros zapatos
A jugar con la realidad
Vamos a cortarle peras al olmo
No arriesgarse seria el colmo, un insulto a la libertad 

Sabes que el mundo es una quimera
Que puedes ir donde quieras y volver, si lo deseas
Sabes que Dios nos puso en la vida
Que todo es cosa de abrir el corazon sin medida 

Sin juramentos, solo diciendo la verdad
Sin tanto cuento, con el alma y nada mas 

Vamos a buscarle tres pies al gato
A probarnos otros zapatos
A jugar con la realidad
Vamos a cortarle peras al olmo
No arriesgarse seria el colmo, un insulto a la libertad 

Vamos, de prisa vamos
Sin miedo vamos, alalala yeah!
Vamos, sin dudas vamos, arriba vamos, alalala yeah yeah yeah!
 

Song 223: "Got Soul" - The Family Crest

Hey I've got soul if you want it
Still you need more than you're given
I've got my own now 

Shake down your boots in the evening
Fly from your coup when you're feeling
I've got my own now 

Now that the rain comes down they want you
Now that you're moving out they need you
Now that the sun goes down, now 

Shake down your boots in the evening
Fly from your coup when you're feeling
I've got my own now 

Here in the night you did feel their arms
Grasped so tight to your back
And I've got my own now 

Now that the rain comes down they want you
Now that you're moving out they need you
Now that the sun goes down, now 

Now that the wind, it howls
Their hearts, they break with the bitter sound
They need you
A piece of me is a piece of you right now 

And there's no time for you, my dear
So there's no reason why I'm here 

And there's no time for you, my friend
So there's a reason for an end 

Ich liebte dich, aber vergan deine Gierigkeit ist es fertig
(I loved you, but because of your greed this has ended)