June

Song 181: "Cachilo Dormido" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

When passing through Santiago
walk without making a sound,
because in a corner of the market
the Cachilo is sleeping.

The Cachilo is sleeping
with his little poncho as a pillow,
perhaps searching a dream
for the soul of a song.

The soul of a song,
salacca flower,
the carnival approaches,
and the chacarera returns,
the carnival approaches,
and the chacarera returns.

There is a corner of the heavens
where the Quichuists dwell,
where they sing chacareras
when the afternoon arrives.

When the afternoon arrives,
shaking heart,
the Soco walks and hums
for the sleeping Cachilo.

For the sleeping Cachilo,
salacca flower,
the carnival approaches,
and the chacarera returns,
the carnival approaches,
and the chacarera returns.

Cuando pasen por Santiago
caminen sin hacer ruido, 
porque en un rincón del pago
está el Cachilo dormido. 

Está el Cachilo dormido
con su ponchito de almohada, 
quizá, buscando en el sueño
el alma de la vidala.

El alma de la vidala, 
florcita salavinera, 
llegando los carnavales, 
se le ha'i volver chacarera, 
llegando los carnavales, 
se la ha'i volver chacarera,

Hay un rincón en el cielo
donde moran los quichuistas, 
donde cantan chacareras
al llegar la tardecita.

Al llegar la tardecita, 
corazón estremecido, 
anda el Soco tarareando
para el Cachilo dormido.

Para el Cachilo dormido, 
florcita salavinera, 
llegando los carnavales, 
se le ha'i volver chacarera, 
llegando los carnavales, 
se le ha'i volver chacarera.
 

Song 180: "Queen of Argyll" - Silly Wizard

Gentlemen it is me duty
To inform you of one beauty
Though I'd ask of you a favour
No' to seek her for a while
Though I own she is a creature
Of character and feature
No words can paint the picture
Of the queen of all Argyll

And if you could have seen her fair
Boys, if you had just been there
The swan was in her movements
And the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden
They bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty
Of the Queen of all Argyll

On the evening that I mentioned
I passed with light intention
Through a part of our dear country
Known for beauty and for style
In the place of noble thinkers
Of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendour
Shone the Queen of all Argyll

So my lads I needs must leave you
My intentions no' to grieve you
Nor indeed would I deceive you
Oh I'll see you in a while
I must find some way to gain her
To court her and attain her
I fear my heart's in danger
From the Queen of all Argyll
 

Song 179: "Gavrilo" - The Dreadnoughts

Hello my dear old friend
Good to see your face again
How is your little cell? 
And do they treat you well? 
The last time that we met
Your blood was running hot
Your handshake it was fine
You’re happy then you’re not
Gavrilo you’re mine 

The silver bullet would not miss
There was a poison in that kiss
(Black and yellow!)
Come on, come on, come on
(Black and yellow!)
Take my hand, my hand
Gavrilo 

Now tell me how it feels
To see it all revealed
To see the world aflame
A curse upon your name
Machines that will not quit
Obscenity and sin
I hope you will permit
This crooked little grin 

No matter how your good book reads
In the beginning was the deed
(Black and yellow!)
Come on, come on, come on
(Black and yellow!)
Take my hand, my hand
Gavrilo!

Did you ever wonder how you got your name?*
And why the people here all look the same? 
The angel Gabriel appeared, they got his message loud and clear
And now they’re on their knees, crying father please
They wallow in disease, and sing in minor keys 

No matter how your good book reads
In the beginning was the deed
(Black and yellow!)
Come on, come on, come on
(Black and yellow!)
Take my hand, my hand
Gavrilo


*Gavrilo is the Serbian form of Gabriel, often portrayed as the angel messenger of God, often bringing such important word as Mary's pregnancy, the word to Muhammad, and appearing to other prophets. In some faiths Gabriel is the one who will announce the rapture with his horn.
 

Song 178: "Ain't No Grave" - Claude Ely

There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
When I hear the trumpet sound
Gonna get up outa the ground
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down

Well go down yonder Gabriel
Put your foot on the land and sea
But don’t you blow that trumpet until you hear from me

Well look way over yonder
See people dressed in white
I know it was God’s people I seen ’em doin right

Oh look way over Jordan
What do you think I see
I see a band of angels and they’re comin’ after me

Well I goin to the river of Jordan
Bury my knees in the sand
Gonna holler high Hosanna til I reach that promised land

Oh look way over yonder
What do you think I see
I see a band of angels and they’re comin’ after me

Well meet me Jesus meet me
Meet me in the middle of the air
And if these wings should fail me there won’t be no other pair
 

Song 177: "Three Score and Ten"

And it's three score and ten boys and men
Were lost from Grimsby Town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough
Many hundreds more were drowned
There're herring craft and trawlers
There's fishing smacks as well
Alone they fight the bitter night
And battle with the swell

Me thinks I see a host of craft
Spreading their sails alee
As down the Humber they do steer
Bound for the great North Sea
Me thinks I see a wee small craft
And crew with hearts so brave
They go to earn their daily bread
Upon the restless waves

Me thinks I see them yet again
As they leave this land behind
Casting their nets into the sea
The herring shoals to find
Me thinks I see them yet again
And they’re safe on board alright
With their sails close reefed
Their decks washed clean
And their sidelights burning bright

October’s night brought such a sight
T'was never seen before
There were yards of masts and broken spars
Washed up upon the shore
There was many a heart of sorrow
There was many a heart so brave
There was many a true and noble lad
To find a watery grave
 

Song 176: "El aromo" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Hay un aromo nacido
en la grieta de una piedra.
Hay un aromo nacido
en la grieta de una piedra. 
Parece que la rompió 
pa' salir de adentro de ella.
Parece que la rompió 
pa' salir de adentro de ella.

Está en un alto pela'o, 
no tiene ni un yuyo cerca, 
Viéndolo solo y florido
Tuito el monte lo envidea.

Lo miran a la distancia
árboles y enredaderas, 
diciéndose con rencor: 
Pa uno solo, cuánta tierra.

En oro le ofrece al sol
pagar la luz que le presta. 
Y como tiene de más, 
puña'os por el suelo siembra.

Salud, plata y alegría, 
tuito al aromo, la suebra
Asegún ven los demás
dende el lugar que lo observan.

Pero hay que dar y fijarse
como lo estruja la piedra. 
Fijarse que es un martirio
la vida que le envidean.

En ese rajón, el árbol
nació por su mala estrella. 
Y en vez de morirse triste
se hace flores de sus penas...


Como no tiene reparo, 
todos los vientos le pegan.
Como no tiene reparo, 
todos los vientos le pegan. 
Las heladas lo castigan
L'agua pasa y no se queda.

Ansina vive el aromo
sin que ninguno lo sepa. 
Con su poquito de orgullo
porque es justo que lo tenga.

Pero con l'alma tan linda
que no le brota una queja. 
Que en vez de morirse triste
se hace flores de sus penas.

¡Eso habrían de envidiarle
los otros, si lo supieran !

Song 175: "Buried in the Murder" - The Lonely Wild

I'm fed with livestock
Rain, grasses and grain
That I bought in a city
From another city that I
Cannot name

And I'll meet you for dinner
And we'll speak the same
What choice have we got
We kiss women who love us
And we love the same

These men that we're making
These men we've become
Who speak with conviction
But can't find the answers
When the day is done

Will we side with the same truth
When we've mined long enough
Will we stand up and see eye to eye
Once the wild has torn
Straight through our guts

We all
We all
Dissolve
In all

When I talk like a liar
When I've sold all my dreams
When I stand tall, like a monument
That's when you know that I'll never wash clean

Some wait for the whisper
Some wait for God
But it's never gonna be
How you want it to be
So, boy, just play along

'cause there's a truth
Buried in the murder
A man I want to know
So I can still look at myself
In the the mirror
And say, Hell, you know
Damn well the right way to go
 

Song 174: "Baker Street" - Gerry Raferty

Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything

This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people, but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're trying, you're trying now

Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're crying, you're crying now

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything

He's got this dream about buying some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he'll always keep moving
You know he's never gonna stop moving
'Cause he's rolling, he's the rolling stone
And when you wake up, it's a new morning
The sun is shining, it's a new morning
And you're going, you're going home
 

Song 173: "Latinoamérica" - Calle13

Soy, soy lo que dejaron
Soy toda la sobra de lo que se robaron
Un pueblo escondido en la cima
Mi piel es de cuero por eso aguanta cualquier clima

Soy una fábrica de humo
Mano de obra campesina para tu consumo
Frente de frío en el medio del verano
El amor en los tiempos del cólera, mi hermano

El sol que nace y el día que muere
Con los mejores atardeceres
Soy el desarrollo en carne viva
Un discurso político sin saliva

Las caras más bonitas que he conocido
Soy la fotografía de un desaparecido
La sangre dentro de tus venas
Soy un pedazo de tierra que vale la pena

Una canasta con frijoles
Soy Maradona contra Inglaterra anotándote dos goles
Soy lo que sostiene mi bandera
La espina dorsal del planeta es mi cordillera

Soy lo que me enseñó mi padre
El que no quiere a su patria no quiere a su madre
Soy América Latina
Un pueblo sin piernas pero que camina (¡Oye!)

Tú no puedes comprar el viento
Tú no puedes comprar el sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia
Tú no puedes comprar el calor
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes
Tú no puedes comprar los colores
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores

Não se pode comprar o vento
Não se pode comprar o sol
Não se pode comprar a chuva
Não se pode comprar o calor
Não se pode comprar as nuvens
Não se pode comprar as cores
Não se pode comprar minha alegria
Não se pode comprar minhas dores

Tengo los lagos, tengo los ríos
Tengo mis dientes pa' cuando me sonrío
La nieve que maquilla mis montañas
Tengo el sol que me seca y la lluvia que me baña

Un desierto embriagado con peyote
Un trago de pulque para cantar con los coyotes
Todo lo que necesito
Tengo a mis pulmones respirando azul clarito

La altura que sofoca
Soy las muelas de mi boca mascando coca
El otoño con sus hojas desmayadas
Los versos escritos bajo la noche estrellada

Una viña repleta de uvas
Un cañaveral bajo el sol en Cuba
Soy el mar Caribe que vigila las casitas
Haciendo rituales de agua bendita

El viento que peina mi cabello
Soy todos los santos que cuelgan de mi cuello
El jugo de mi lucha no es artificial
Porque el abono de mi tierra es natural

Tú no puedes comprar el viento
Tú no puedes comprar el sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia
Tú no puedes comprar el calor
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes
Tú no puedes comprar los colores
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores

Não se pode comprar o vento
Não se pode comprar o sol
Não se pode comprar a chuva
Não se pode comprar o calor
Não se pode comprar as nuvens
Não se pode comprar as cores
Não se pode comprar minha alegria
Não se pode comprar minhas dores

No puedes comprar el sol
No puedes comprar la lluvia
(Vamos caminando)
(Vamos caminando)
(Vamos dibujando el camino)
No puedes comprar mi vida
(Vamos caminando)
La tierra no se vende

Trabajo bruto, pero con orgullo
Aquí se comparte, lo mío es tuyo
Este pueblo no se ahoga con marullos
Y si se derrumba yo lo reconstruyo

Tampoco pestañeo cuando te miro
Para que te recuerdes de mi apellido
La operación cóndor invadiendo mi nido
¡Perdono pero nunca olvido! (¡Oye!)

(Vamos caminando)
Aquí se respira lucha
(Vamos caminando)
Yo canto porque se escucha
(Vamos dibujando el camino)
(Vamos caminando)
Aquí estamos de pie
¡Que viva La América!
No puedes comprar mi vida

Song 172: "Swing Life Away" - Rise Against

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Swing life away

Song 171: "Where is Your God?" - Amon Amarth

The enemy has come for you
Hear the pounding thunder hooves
There's no time to run or hide
Draw the weapon from your side

When they ride out
From morning mist
With sharp blades in mighty fists
One hundred warriors on horse
An awesome brutal force

You feel weak and scared
Fear has gripped your heart
You will soon be over run
You will soon be torn apart

Now, where is your god?
Does he hear your prayers?
Does he even care for you?
His silence speaks loud and clean

Raid is done!
See the country burn
All are gone!
Only misery remains
Raid is done!
The warriors return
All are gone!
All that's left is pain

The Vikings strike
So fast and hard
Those who run won't make it far
And those who chose to stand and fight
They have made the choice to die

The weapons tear through flesh and bone
Dying men that scream and moan
With severed limbs
To the hall of death

The battlefield is full of death
Feel the stench of rotting flesh
When the entire country burns
As the warriors return

And they came out
From morning mist
With sharp blades in mighty fists
They leave this land
All burned and scorn
Those alive will mourn

Now, where is your god?
Does he hear your prayers?
Does he even care for you?
His silence speaks loud and clean

Raid is done!
See the country burn
All are gone!
Only misery remains
Raid is done!
The warriors return
All are gone!
All that's left is pain
Raid is done
See the country burn,
Only misery remains
All are gone
Warriors return,
All that's left is pain
Where's your god?
Does he hear your prayers?
Does he even care?
Where's your god?
Does he hear your prayers?
A silence loud and clear!
 

Song 170: "Blood of Angels" - Brown Bird

I can't make my mood match the weather
I can't make the weather do what I want
So I've resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky
And I will live my days in darkness till I die

I tried to be good I was a failure
So I took to taking all the good men down
It wasn't hard to do
I just huffed and puffed and blew
Until all the two-shoes scattered underground

You could be right
They might come for me at night
In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
For all my spite
I might never win the fight
But I will rage against the light forever more

I drank the blood of angels from a bottle
Just to see if I could call the lightning down
It hasn't struck me yet
And I would wage my soul to bet
That there ain't no one throwing lightning anyhow

Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over
And you get to thinking fate's got different plans
Like maybe I'm not born to die
But to bring darkness to the sky
And pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can

You could be right
They might come for me at night
In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
For all my spite
I might never win the fight
But I will rage against the light forever more

And oh the hopelessly tender hearted
Tend to sing the loudest of love
But my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie
I fold the grass over all they've started
To never see the light of the sun
As they dwell in darkness so shall I

Don't try to come around here
Spreading sentiments of cheer
You told your last white lie
Everything is not all right
You hope, you pray
You love the light of day
But there's no one up there listening tonight

You could be right
They might come for me at night
In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
For all my spite
I might never win the fight
But I will rage against the light forever more

I can't make my mood match the weather
I can't make the weather do what I want
So I've resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky
And I will live my days in darkness till I die
 

Song 169: "Over the Hill" - The Lonely Wild

This one hope
May leave my hands empty
May make my head swim
And twist my heart into a knot

This long rope
Has got me swinging heavy
Has got my neck stretched out
Like a swan without a song

This bad joke
Still has got me laughing
Still has got me bawling
Like a man chasing his hat

With just one line
I could bring us closer
Closer than old friends
Or than your mama and your dad

But it's always over the hill
Over the hill
There's another hill
To try and try to break my will

This tired voice
May outlive my body
May ride on the wind
That's gonna blow me into dust

But I've
Made a few friends here
And I ain't rushing off
To hear what history's gotta say
 

Song 168: "La que se fue" - Elefante

All that I wanted
I found in her
but she disappeared
one bad day, without thinking, she left
How I wish that this song did not hurt
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

That I am drowning in sadness
That I'm drinking this pain away
That my life is almost dead
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

Destiny charged me more than the bill
It had no compassion
and though they say love is not a sickness
How I wish that this song did not hurt
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

That I am drowning in sadness
That I'm drinking this pain away
That my life is almost dead
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

I take her
Wherever I go
How I wish that this song did not hurt
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

That I am drowning in sadness
That I'm drinking this pain away
That my life is almost dead
Ay ay ay!
if she knew
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

Todo lo que yo buscaba
estaba en ella
pero desapareció
un mal día sin pensarlo se largo
como quisiera que no me doliera esta canción
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

Que me está llevando la tristeza
que me estoy bebiendo este dolor
que mi vida ya está casi muerta
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

El destino me cobro más de la cuenta
no me tuvo compasión
y aunque dicen que de amor nadie se enferma
como quisiera que no me doliera esta canción
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

Que me está llevando la tristeza
que me estoy bebiendo este dolor
que mi vida ya está casi muerta
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

Yo la llevo
a donde voy
como quisiera que no me doliera esta canción
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

Que me está llevando la tristeza
que me estoy bebiendo este dolor
que mi vida ya está casi muerta
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera
 

Song 167: "As We Move Forward" - The Family Crest

My hands, they stand empty dear
My lips, spread to whisper clear
Oh, the words
Change is inevitable my young love
And as the past moves on
Dear it never goes

So take up your pencil here
And write out the words you fear
But oh, my love
Oh just take a little more time, my young love
And oh, my dear, please be responsible

As we move forward
With an open heart
We look backward
Searching for the start
The start, so we can piece this together

Hope is an echo now
That lasts until the ending sounds
Out so loud
Until we give our last breaths out
And we close our eyes
To a waking dawn

And here, here I'll always be
And dear, when you cry for me
Just recall, oh my love, you're the only one I love
And as the days move on
Dear, they never go

As we move forward
With an open heart
We look backward
Searching for the start
All of us are in this life together
All of us are in this spin forever

As we move forward
With an open heart
We look backward
Searching for the start
All of us are in this life together
All of us are in this spin forever

Song 166: "High Barbary"

There were two lofty ships
From old England they set sail
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

One was the Prince of Luther
And the other Prince of Wales
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

 
"Aloft there, aloft there"
Our jolly bosun cried
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

"Look ahead, look astern,
Look to win'ward an' a-lee"
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

 
"There’s naught upon the stern, sir,
There’s naught upon our lee."
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

"But there’s a lofty ship to wind’ard
An' she’s sailin' fast and free."
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

 
"Hail her, oh hail her!"
Our gallant captain cried
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

"Are you a man-o-war
Or a privateer?" cried he.
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

 
"Oh, no I’m not a man-o-war
Nor privateer," said he,
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

"But I am salt sea pirate
All a-looking for me fee"
All a-cruisin, down the coast
Of High Barbary

 
We rais'd the colors high
And we tacked our way to her
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

We ran up along aside 'em
An' a shootin' gap there were
All a-cruisin, down the coast
Of High Barbary

Prince of Wales fired first
The cannonballs were freed
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

Reply it came in same
And each side began to bleed
All a-cruisin, down the coast
Of High Barbary

For broadside, for broadside
A long time we lay
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

'Til at last the Prince of Luther
Shot the pirate's mast away
All a-cruisin, down the coast
Of High Barbary

"Board them! Oh board them!"
The Captain he did cry
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

We rushed to man the decks
And to make them bloody die
All a-cruisin, down the coast
Of High Barbary

With cutlass and with gun,
O we fought for hours three;
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

The ship it was their coffin
And their grave it was the sea.
All a-cruisin, down the coast
Of High Barbary

"Oh quarter, oh quarter!"
Those pirates they did plead
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.

But the quarter that we gave them
Was to sink 'em in the sea
All a-cruisin, down the coast
Of High Barbary

Song 165: "Preguntitas sobre Dios" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

One day, I asked
Grandfather, where is God?
One day, I asked
Grandfather, where is God?
My grandfather became sad
And did not answer me

My grandfather died in the fields
No prayers, no confession
And the Indians buried him
Reed flute and drum
And the Indians buried him
Reed flute and drum


After some time, I asked
Father, what do you know of God?
After some time, I asked
Father, what do you know of God?
My father got serious
And did not answer me

My father died in the mines
No doctor, no protection
The bosses' gold
is the colour of miner's blood!
The bosses' gold
is the colour of miner's blood


My brother lives in the mountains
And he does not know a flower
My brother lives in the mountains
And he does not know a flower
Sweat, malaria and snakes
Such is the life of the woodcutter

And no one should ask him
What he knows of God
Such an honourable gentleman
has not passed through his house!
Such an honourable gentleman
has not passed through his house!


I sing along the roads
And when I am in prison
I sing along the roads
And when I am in prison
I hear the voices of the people
That sings better than me

There is an issue on earth
More important than God
And it is that no one should spit blood
For another to live better
And it is that no one should spit blood
For another to live better

Doe God watch over the poor?
Perhaps, and perhaps not
But it is certain that he eats at the boss's table!
But it is certain that he eats at the boss's table!

Un día, yo pregunté
Abuelo, ¿Dónde está Dios?
Un día, yo pregunté
Abuelo, ¿Dónde está Dios?
Mi abuelo se puso triste
Y nada me respondió

Mi abuelo murió en los campos
Sin rezos, ni confesión
Y lo enterraron los indios
Flauta de caña y tambor
Y lo enterraron los indios
Flauta de caña y tambor


Al tiempo, yo pregunté
Padre, ¿qué sabes de Dios?
Al tiempo, yo pregunté
Padre, ¿qué sabes de Dios?
Mi padre se puso serio
Y nada me respondió

Mi padre murió en las minas
Sin doctor, ni protección
¡Color de sangre minera
Tiene el oro del patrón!
¡Color de sangre minera
Tiene el oro del patrón!


Mi hermano vive en los montes
Y no conoce una flor
Mi hermano vive en los montes
Y no conoce una flor
Sudor, malaria y serpiente
Es vida del leñador

Y que nadie le pregunte
Si sabe dónde está Dios
¡Por su casa no ha pasado
Tan importante señor!
¡Por su casa no ha pasado
Tan importante señor!


Yo canto por los caminos
Y cuando estoy en prisión
Yo canto por los caminos
Y cuando estoy en prisión
Oigo las voces del pueblo
Que canta mejor que yo

Hay un asunto en la tierra
Más importante que Dios
Y es que naide escupa sangre
Pa' que otro viva mejor
Y es que naide escupa sangre
Pa' que otro viva mejor

¿Qué Dios vela por los pobres?
Tal vez sí y tal vez no
¡Pero es seguro que almuerza en la mesa del patrón!
¡Pero es seguro que almuerza en la mesa del patrón!
 

Song 164: "Beneath the Brine" - The Family Crest

Oh, young love of mine
She sleeps beneath the brine
And oh the sound, the tick
The weighty click of her heart against my spine

Now the dark is nigh
And she lays here at my side
But like a steady squall
Her arms they fall and her legs, they grasp me tight

Oh, young love, young dear
Why have you taken me in your fall?
All of my love, all of my life
Given to you, sacrificed

Oh, my waking world
I leave you for a girl
Cast away into this blight
Swimming blindly through the night

Now my heart is bound
Like a plague upon this sound
And oh, it slips away, such soft decay
Then it grows

Oh, young love, young dear
Why have you taken me in your fall?
All of my love, all of my life
Given to you, sacrificed

Stay clear of the wreckage
She goes down, down, down

And she burns like the sun
And it all falls away
Take your time and I'll take mine here today
But it cuts like a knife
And we're bound here as the night, it breaks away
And it all goes down

Oh, the sun!

Oh, young love, young dear
Why have you taken me in your fall?
All of my love, all of my life
Given to you, sacrificed

Here's to the war
Here's to the night
All of my love, sacrificed

Soft and kind
Cold as ice
Hold yourself beneath the brine

Smooth as wine
Black as night
Hold yourself beneath the brine
 

Song 163: "Why Do We Build the Wall?" - Anaïs Mitchell

Why do we build the wall, my children, my children?
Why do we build the wall?

Why do we build the wall?
We build the wall to keep us free
That’s why we build the wall
We build the wall to keep us free

How does the wall keep us free, my children, my children?
How does the wall keep us free?

How does the wall keep us free?
The wall keeps out the enemy
And we build the wall to keep us free
That’s why we build the wall
We build the wall to keep us free

Who do we call the enemy, my children, my children?
Who do we call the enemy?

Who do we call the enemy?
The enemy is poverty
And the wall keeps out the enemy
And we build the wall to keep us free
That’s why we build the wall
We build the wall to keep us free

Because we have and they have not, my children, my children
Because they want what we have got

Because we have and they have not
Because they want what we have got
The enemy is poverty
And the wall keeps out the enemy
And we build the wall to keep us free
That’s why we build the wall
We build the wall to keep us free

What do we have that they should want, my children, my children?
What do we have that they should want?

What do we have that they should want?
We have a wall to work upon
We have work and they have none
And our work is never done
My children, my children
And the war is never won
The enemy is poverty
And the wall keeps out the enemy
And we build the wall to keep us free
That’s why we build the wall
We build the wall to keep us free
We build the wall to keep us free
 

Song 162: "Song for a girl" - Emanuel and the Fear

Tonight, I'm gonna write you a song
and it'll be about the pain, that you make me feel. 
And then from there, I'm gonna find me a girl
and I'll play it for her, so she likes me. 
Just like, how I won you over, 3 years ago. 
Just like, every girl I've ever known. 

Soft touches, smiling and then a few years pass by
Blinded by happiness. 
And then the end, and we split without speaking. 
There off with ourselves, to be alone again. 
And I'll go running off to the girl I knew before you.  
But she'll be married with kids and a cute little house
and a life, that you wish you had 

Well life, it's so unfair
It seems like it only wants to work out for the people who don't care
and love, it's got me vexed
I swear it off like i don't need it but I can't stop running after it. 

Where to now lover, you shouldn't trust me
I think i've warned you ever since the day we started this thing
This fear of emptiness we're desperately reaching out for love
so much that we'd settle for something or someone who
can't be what we want them to and
Can't feel, how you need them to
can't you see that you're only with me because you don't
Want to feel lonely 

Well life, it's so unfair
It seems like it only wants to work out for the people who don't care
and love, it's got me vexed
I swear it off like i don't need it but I can't stop running after it.