November

Song 334: "Scotland the Brave"

Hark when the night is falling
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the brave.


High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden's eyes.

Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.

Song 333: "Le tengo rabia al silencio" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Le tengo rabia al silencio
por todo lo que perdí.
Que no se quede callado
Quien quiera vivir feliz.

Un día monté a caballo,
Y en la selva me metí,
Y sentí que un gran silencio
Crecía dentro de mí.

Hay silencio en mi guitarra
Cuando canto el yaraví,
Y lo mejor de mi canto
Se queda dentro de mí.

Cuando el amor me hizo señas,
Todo entero me encendí.
Y á fuerza de ser callado,
Callado me consumí.

Le tengo rabia al silencio
Por todo lo que perdí,
Que no se quede callado
Quien quiera vivir feliz.

Song 332: "The Port of Call" - Battlefield Band

You lived your life in service
Apprenticed long enough
And you've learnt to love the ocean
Both becalmed and deadly rough

Still you wait in patient silence
For some long abandoned ship
To call you up for duty
For one more longed-for trip

Still Henry comes to see you
And helps to dry your tears
With his love of country music
And half a dozen beers

And he takes you from your sorrow
And he takes you on the town
Says, "If you can't forget the ocean,
There's danger you might drown"

No sixty year old sailor
Is wanted on the sea
And no forty years of sailing
Will get them to agree
No twenty years of reasoning
Will ever make them see
And no amount of money
Will ever set you free

But Henry's young and happy
He can only do so much
And you realise he's losing you
When you start losing touch

In this dirty, smoky barroom
You stare blindly at your past
And you see the ghost of every coast
Appearing in your glass

And you did your bit for Europe
For your king and your country
But they soon forgot your sacrifice
In the wake of victory

And these empty bottles ask you,
Was it peace or was it war,
Was it love or just frustration,
That brought you down so far?

No sixty year old sailor
Is wanted on the sea
And no forty years of sailing
Will get them to agree
No twenty years of reasoning
Will ever make them see
And no amount of money
Will ever set you free

And all those years of waiting
Were they worth it after all
When there's only one more voyage
Just one more port of call?

Song 331: "Helvegen" - Wardruna

Kven skal synge meg
i daudsvevna slynge meg
når eg Helvegen går
og dei spora eg trår
er kalde, så kalde

Eg songane søkte
Eg songane sende
då den djupaste brunni
gav meg dråper så ramme
av Valfaders pant

Alt veit eg, Odin
kvar du auge løynde

Kven skal synge meg
i daudsvevna slynge meg
når eg Helvegen går
og dei spora eg trår
er kalde, så kalde

Årle ell i dagars hell
enn veit ravnen om eg fell

Når du ved helgrindi står
og når du laus deg må rive
skal eg fylgje deg
yver gjallarbruni med min song

Du blir løyst frå banda som bind deg
Du er løyst frå banda som batt deg

Deyr fé
deyja frændr
deyr sjalfr it sama
en orðstírr
deyr aldregi
hveim er sér góðan getr

Deyr fé
deyja frændr
deyr sjalfr it sama
ek veit einn
at aldrei deyr
dómr um dauðan hvern

Who will sing me,
in the deathsleep sweep me?
On the road to Hel
When the tracks I trod
are cold, so cold

I sought the songs
I sent the songs
Then the deepest well
offered drops so strong
of Valfaders pledge

I know Odin
Where you hid your eye

Who will sing me,
in the deathsleep sweep me?
On the road to Hel
When the tracks I trod
are cold, so cold

Early or in the fading day
The raven knows where I lay

When you stand at the gate of Hel
And when you have to tear free
I will follow you
Past the bridge of Gjöll with my song

You become free from the bonds that bind you!
You are free from the bonds that bound you!

[Hávamál 76, 77]
Cattle die,
and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
But a noble name
will never die,
If good renown one gets.

Cattle die,
and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
One thing now
that never dies,
The fame of a dead man's deeds.

Song 330: "Paddy Doyle's Boots/Randy Dandy O!"

To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!
To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll all throw muck at the cook!

To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll all shave under the chin!
To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll all drink brandy and gin!

To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
The dirty ol' man's on the poop!
To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll bouse her up and be done!

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Now we are ready to head for the Horn,
Way, hey, roll an' go!
Our boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawn,
Timme rollickin' randy dandy O!

Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Way, hey, roll an' go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
Timme rollickin' randy dandy O!

Sing goodbye to Sally an' goodbye to Sue,
For we are the boy-os who can kick 'er through.

Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks,
Where the pretty young gals all come down in their flocks,

Come breast the bars, bullies, an' heave her away,
Soon we'll be rollin' her 'way down the Bay,

Oh, man the stout caps'n an' heave with a will,
Soon we'll be drivin' her 'way down the hill.

Heave away, bullies, ye parish-rigged bums,
Take yer hands from yer pockets and don't suck yer thumbs.

Roust 'er up, bullies, the wind's drawin' free,
Let's get the glad-rags on an' drive 'er to sea.

We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay,
Get crackin', m' lads, 'tis a hell o' a way!

Song 329: "La Vida" - Calle 13

Uno nace mientras el planeta gira
Los pulmones abren, la nariz respira
Escuchamos al mundo con todo su alboroto
Los párpados suben y los ojos tiran fotos

Y salimos de la cuna para dormir en la cama
Nos crecen los brazos como crecen las ramas
Como crecen las hojas nos crecen las manos
Como crecen los días cuando madruga temprano

Los segundos los minutos y las horas germinan
Así como los días empiezan y terminan
Los meses se disfrazan según el meridiano
Otoño, invierno, primavera, verano

Y se ajusta el camino a nuestros pasos
Así como el agua se adapta a su vaso
Nuestro corazón se aclimata a la altura
Y nos adaptamos a cualquier aventura

Pueden sumar con prisa pueden restar con calma
Da igual porque las matemáticas no tienen alma
Aunque calculemos todo y le pongamos nombre propio
Nuestro espíritu no lo pueden ver los microscopios

Nadie se puede acobardar
Nacimos siendo valientes porque respirar es arriesgar
Este es el momento de agarrar el impulso
Las emociones las narra nuestro pulso

Respira el momento
Respira el momento
En nuestra galaxia la historia se expande
Desde lo más simple hasta lo más grande


Crecimos junto a los cuerpos celestes
Somos el norte, sur, este y oeste
Somos la tierra con todas sus huellas
Una súper nova entre todas las estrellas

Absorbemos la luz de los rayos
Mientras la clorofila navega por los tallos
Los grados y centígrados calientan los termómetros
A 150 millones de kilómetros

Hay una vía láctea repleta de neuronas
Porque reproducimos más ideas que personas
No somos pequeños, ni muy grandes tampoco
Somos muchos y también somos pocos

Somos el golpe cuando aterriza
Y también somos la piel cuando cicatriza
La muerte nunca nos venció, porque todo lo que muere
Es por que alguna vez nació

Respira el momento
Respira el momento
En nuestra galaxia la historia se expande
Desde lo más simple hasta lo más grande


Lengua, beso, boca, labio
Niño, joven, viejo, sabio
Calvo, rizo, pelo lacio
Techo, casa, cielo, espacio

Sexo, orgasmo se humedece
Quizás, nunca, siempre, a veces
Libro, letra, cuento, narra
Ron con hielo, trago, barra

Tres millones de latidos en un periodo mensual
Caminamos dando 10 mil pasos en un día normal

Crudo, hervido, asado, frito
Guerra, iglesia, rezo, grito
Muy poquito, demasiado
Corro, vuelo, salto, nado

Puede llegar algún día el colmo de la biología
Vivir con sangre caliente pa' morir a sangre fría

Respira el momento
Respira el momento
En nuestra galaxia la historia se expande
Desde lo más simple hasta lo más grande

Song 328: "Poor Michael" - The Dreadnoughts

There were two blackbirds up a tree
Hauling up the yarris line!
Says one of them, "What do I see?"
Up the line,
Up the line!
"What's fallen down into the sand?
"What tries in vain to sit or stand?
"A chunk of mineral through its knee?"
Poor Michael's up to Calvary

Says the other one, "Now I did hear,"
Hauling up the yarris line?
"In Normandy that's voice ran clear,"
Up the line,
Up the line!
Says, "That will live in Gayperry
"Singing, swinging on a spree, "And kiss them French maids, one, two, three!"
Poor Michael's up to Calvary

That flew away with a multitude
Hauling up the yarris line!
And joined a bold and cheery crew
Up the line,
Up the line!
They slept in mud and wind and rain
Cursed the cold and cried in pain
Were cut down like these rowan trees
Poor Michael's up to Calvary

"My memory it does reveal,"
Hauling up the yarris line!
"That's father marching through this field"
Up the line,
Up the line!
"He's come to join his daddy dear,
"To lie down and to disappear,
"Well such a wonderful progeny!"
Poor Michael's up to Calvary

Song 327: "Riddles Wisely Expounded (Child 1)"

There were three sisters in the north
Lay the bend to the bonny broom
And they lived in their mother's house
And you'll beguile a lady soon

There came a man one evening late
And he came knocking at the gate

The eldest sister let him in
And locked the door with a silver pin

The second sister made his bed
And laid soft pillows 'neath his head

The youngest sister, fair and bright
She lay beside him all through the night

And in the morning, come the day
She said, "Young man, will you marry me?"

And he said, "Yes, I'll marry thee
If you can answer this to me"

"What is greener than the grass?
And what is smoother than the glass?"

"What is louder than a horn?
And what is sharper than a thorn?"

"What is deeper than the sea?
And what is longer than the way?"

"Envy's greener than the grass
Flattery's smoother than the glass"

"Rumor's louder than a horn
Slander's sharper than a thorn"

"Regret is deeper than the sea
But love is longer than the way"

The eldest sister rang the bell
She rang it from the highest hill

The second sister made the gown
She sewed it of the silk so fine

The youngest sister, true and wise
They've made of her a lovely bride

And now fair maids, I bid adieu
These parting words I'll leave with you

May you always constant prove
Unto the one that you do love

Song 326: "Lovers and Friends" - Battlefield Band

Ah, battles and wars
Leave deep wounds and scars
And deep wounds are long in the mending
Where reflecting upon
All that is gone
Your life passes on til it's ending.

But the pleasure and pain
In our memories remain
And by memories, our times will be measured
And the times that we spend
With lovers and friends
Are times we remember with pleasure.

So fill up your glass
To the future and past
In harmony, be determined:
There's more friendship poured out
In a bottle of stout
Than you'll find in statute or sermon.


I've heard all the old songs
of the rights and the wrongs
The prophets of doom and destruction
Speak more of messiahs,
like all pariahs
Up to their necks in corruption.

From the holy and wise,
Denial and lies,
Where innocent youth is foresaken
I have watched the days end,
with lovers and friends,
Sorry to see the dawn breaking.

There are those who are certain
that drinking and courtin'
Is a sure way to hell and damnation.
Well if that is to be,
it would seem clear to me,
Their God has no sense of occasion.

To fulfill his plan,
both woman and man,
Bring forth each new generation.
And a bottle of stout
And a bit of a bout,
Surely appease procreation.

So fill up your glass,
throw your arms round your lass
In harmony be determined.
There's more friendship poured out,
in a bottle of stout
Then you'll find in statute or sermon.

To the precious and pious
And them that shall chide us
To the fear that the call has been given.
To parade and deride us,
Separate and divide us
All in their versions of heaven.

But mountains and rivers
Will by far outlive us
When our bones into dust they are withered,
There will be lovers and friends,
and we'll still comprehend
The reason we're in this together.

Song 325: "El niño duerme sonriendo" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

La noche, con la espumita del río,
te está tejiendo un encaje, mi Niño.
La noche, con la espumita del río,
te está tejiendo un encaje, mi Niño.
Quiero la estrella del cielo más bella,
para hacerte un sonajero, mi Niño.
Quiero la estrella del cielo más bella,
para hacerte un sonajero, mi Niño.

El niño duerme sonriendo,
¡Ah, mi Niño¡
El niño duerme sonriendo,
¡Ah, mi Niño¡
Quiero la estrella del cielo más bella,
¡Ah, mi Niño¡
Qué bello mundo es tu mundo, mi Niño.
¡Ah, mi Niño!

El niño quiso ser pez
y fue a la orilla del mar.
Puso los pies en el agua
pero, no pudo ser pez.

El niño quiso ser nube
y fijo al cielo miro.
Volaba el aire en el aire
pero, el niño no voló.

El niño quiso ser hombre,
fuerte, compuso su voz.
Mas el mundo era tan suyo
que el niño, niño quedo

Fueron pasando los años
y el hombre alcanzó su voz,
y anduvo par esos mundos
mezclando dicha y dolor.

Y el hombre quiso ser niño,
quiso ser nube y ser pez,
mas la playa era de angustias
y las nubes el ayer.

Y el hombre va par el mundo
Con razón o sin razón,
y lleva un niño frustrado
gimiendo en su corazón.

Qué. bello mundo es tu mundo, mi Niño.
¡Ah, mi Niño!

Song 324: "Song of the Fishes"

Come all you bold fishermen, listen to me
While I sing to you a song of the sea

And it's
Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys
When the winds blow we're all together, boys
Blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow,
We're bound to the southward, so steady we go


First comes the blue-fish a-wagging his tail
He comes up on deck and yells: "All hands make sail!"

Next come the eels, with their nimble tails,
They jumped up aloft and loosed all the sails

Next comes the porpoise, with his short snout,
He jumps on the bridge and yells: "Ready, about!"

Next comes the swordfish, the scourge of the sea,
The order he gives is "Helm's a lee!"

Then comes the turbot, the scourge of the sea,
He shouts from the bridge: "Stick out that foresheet!"

Having accomplished these wonderful feats
The blackfish sings out next to: "Rise tacks and sheets!"

Next comes the whale, the largest of all,
"If you want any wind, well I'll blow you's a squall!"

Then comes the mackerel, with his striped back,
He flopped on the bridge and yelled: "Board the main tack!"

Next comes the sprat, the smallest of all,
He sings out: "Haul well taut, let go and haul!"

Then comes the catfish, with his chuckle head,
Out in the main chains for a heave of the lead

Next comes the flounder, quite fresh from the ground,
Crying: "Damn your eyes, chucklehead, mind where you sound!"

Along came the dolphin, flapping his tail,
He yelled to the boatswain to reef the foresail

Along came the shark, with his three rows of teeth,
He flops on the foreyard and takes a snug reef

Up jumps the fisherman, stalwart and grim,
And with his big net he scooped them all in

Song 323: "Bagpipe Music" - Battlefield Band

It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw,
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.
Their knickers are made of crêpe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python,
Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with heads of bison.

John MacDonald found a corpse, put it under the sofa,
Waited till it came to life and hit it with a poker,
Sold its eyes for souvenirs, sold its blood for whisky,
Kept its bones for dumb-bells to use when he was fifty.

It's no go the Yogi-Man, it's no go Blavatsky,
All we want is a bank balance and a bit of skirt in a taxi.

Annie MacDougall went to milk, caught her foot in the heather,
Woke to hear a dance record playing of Old Vienna.
It's no go your maidenheads, it's no go your culture,
All we want is a Dunlop tyre and the devil mend the puncture.

The Laird o' Phelps spent Hogmanay declaring he was sober,
Counted his feet to prove the fact and found he had one foot over.
Mrs Carmichael had her fifth, looked at the job with repulsion,
Said to the midwife ‘Take it away; I'm through with overproduction'.

It's no go the gossip column, it's no go the Ceilidh,
All we want is a mother's help and a sugar-stick for the baby.
Willie Murray cut his thumb, couldn't count the damage,
Took the hide of an Ayrshire cow and used it for a bandage.
His brother caught three hundred cran when the seas were lavish,
Threw the bleeders back in the sea and went upon the parish.

It's no go the Herring Board, it's no go the Bible,
All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idle.

It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium,
It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums,
It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections,
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.

It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;
Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.
The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,
But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.

Song 322: "Fight for Me" - Aliceband

Everything we needed has been said
Every little item has been kept
Every word and every thought
and every pointless little flaw
has made this work all seem a little harder

Every time I speak of her I flinch
Every time I think of her I feel a little bit of air
has lodged itself inside of me and will not let me speak

I'll make you fight for me and pray I pay the bills
I'll make you die for me and watch your body spill
I'll make you cry for me and lie for me
and bleed for me and die for me
But most I'll make you write for me
I'm sure I'm right for you

I'll cover up your eyes and make you work
I'll rob you of your soul and make it worse
I'll take away your dignity
and make you feel worth less to me
I'll spit upon your sanity and god I'll make it hurt

I'll snap out any memory that's good
I'll make you feel like any hostage should
I'll torture you and neuter you
and say that I hate all you do
And when I'm done you'll wish that you were dead

I'll make you fight for me and pray I pay the bills
I'll make you die for me and watch your body spill
I'll make you cry for me and lie for me
and bleed for me and die for me
But most I'll make you write for me
I'm sure I'm right for you

I'll play with you as I know you like it rough
I'll reason that I don't think I'm that tough
I'll make you beg for me and plead for me
and I know that you will bleed for me
and I'll play with you until I've had enough.

I'll make you fight for me and pray I pay the bills
I'll make you die for me and watch your body spill
I'll make you cry for me and lie for me
and bleed for me and die for me
But most I'll make you write for me
I'm sure I'm right for you

Everything we needed has been said
Every little item has been kept
Every word and every thought
and every pointless little flaw
has made this work all seem a little harder

Every time I speak of her I flinch
Every time I think of her I feel a little bit of air
has lodged itself inside of me and will not let me speak

I'll make you fight for me and pray I pay the bills
I'll make you die for me and watch your body spill
I'll make you cry for me and lie for me
and bleed for me and die for me
But most I'll make you write for me
I'm sure I'm right for you

Song 321: "The Gals o' Dublin Town"/"The Gals o' Chile"

Sometimes we’re bound for Liverpool
Sometimes we’re bound for France
But now we’re bound to Leirvik town
To give them gals a chance

Hoorah, hoorah
For the gals ò Dublin town
Hoorah, for the bonnie green flag
And the harp without the crown


Sometimes we’re bound for furrin’ parts
sometimes we’re bound for home
A Johnny’s always at his best
Wherever he may roam

Sometimes the weathers fine and fair
sometimes it’s damn well foul
sometimes it blows a Cape horn breeze
that freezes up your soul

Sometimes we are a happy crowd
sometimes we’ll sing a song
sometimes we’d wish we’d never been born
but we do not grouse for long

And when the voyage is all done
and we go away on shore
We’ll spend our money on the whores
Then go to sea for more!

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To Chile's coast we are bound away
Timme heave-ho, hang 'er Hilo
To Chile's coast we are bound away
An' we'll dance an' all drink pisco!
We are bound away at the break o' day
Where the little Spanish gals are so bright an' so gay
Timme heave-ho, hang 'er Hilo
Sing olay for them Spanish gals!

An' when we get to Vallipo,
Timme heave-ho, hang 'er Hilo
An' when we get to Vallipo,
We'll dance an' all drink pisco!
Dance the gals up the street with a roll-'n'-go,
Grab 'em round the middle an' we won't let go.
Timme heave-ho, hang 'er Hilo
Sing olay for them Spanish gals!

Them gals o' Chile, they are hard to beat.
From truck to keel they are trim an' sweet,
They're all a-pullin' on the ol' main-sheet.

Them senoritas, they are smart and gay,
They dance an' drink till the break o' day,
Then clean ye out an' blow yer pay.

Rosita, Anna, and Carmen too,
They'll greet ye with a hullabaloo,
An' soon ye'll know what they can do.

My trim little frigate is a very smart craft,
She's armed to the teeth both fore 'n' aft,
Sharp at the bows with a fine view abaft.

Them ol' senyoras, as we know well
They're red-hot divils drom the other side o' hell
An' ye'll niver get a chance for to ring a Chile bell

When the time comes for to sing farewell
Goodbye to the gals an' our money as well
Callyo, Coquimbo, an' ol' Corynel

Song 320: "Tam Lin" (Child 39)

Janet sits in her lonely room
Sewing a silken seam
Looking out on Carterhaugh
Among the roses green
And Janet sits in her lonely bower
Sewing a silken thread
And longs to be in Carterhaugh
Among the roses red

She’s let the seam fall at her heel
The needle to her toe
And she has gone to Carterhaugh
As fast as she can go
She hadn’t pulled a rose, a rose
A rose, but only one
When then appeared him, young Tamlin
Says “Lady, let alone”

“What makes you pull the rose, the rose?
What makes you break the tree?
What makes you come to Carterhaugh
Without the leave of me?”

“But Carterhaugh is not your own
Roses there are many
I’ll come and go all as I please
And not ask leave of any”

And he has took her by the hand
Took her by the sleeve
And he has laid this lady down
Among the roses green
And he has took her by the arm
Took her by the hem
And he has laid this lady down
Among the roses red

There’s four and twenty ladies fair
Sewing at the silk
And Janet goes among them all
Her face as pale as milk
And four and twenty gentlemen
Playing at the chess
And Janet goes among them all
As green as any glass

Then up and spoke her father
He’s spoken meek and mild
“Oh, alas, my daughter
I fear you go with child
And is it to a man of might
Or to a man of means
Or who among my gentlemen
Shall give the babe his name?”

“Oh, father, if I go with child
This much to you I’ll tell
There’s none among your gentlemen
That I would treat so well
And, father, if I go with child
I must bear the blame
There’s none among your gentlemen
Shall give the babe his name”

She's let the seam fall at her heel
The needle to her toe
She has gone to Carterhaugh
As fast as she could go
And she is down among the weeds
Down among the thorn
When then appeared Tamlin again
Says, “Lady, pull no more”

“What makes you pull the poison rose?
What makes you break the tree?
What makes you harm the little babe
That I have got with thee?”

“Oh I will pull the rose, Tamlin
I will break the tree
But I’ll not bear the little babe
That you have got with me-
If he were to a gentleman
And not a wild shade
I’d rock him all the winter’s night
And all the summer’s day”

“Then take me back into your arms
If you my love would win
And hold me tight and fear me not
I’ll be a gentleman
But first I’ll change all in your arms
Into a wild wolf
But hold me tight and fear me not
I am your own true love
And then I’ll change all in your arms
Into a wild bear
But hold me tight and fear me not
I am your husband dear
And then I’ll change all in your arms
Into a lion bold
But hold me tight and fear me not
And you will love your child”

At first he changed all in her arms
Into a wild wolf
She held him tight and feared him not
He was her own true love
And then he changed all in her arms
Into a wild bear
She held him tight and feared him not
He was her husband dear
And then he changed all in her arms
Into a lion bold
She held him tight and feared him not
The father of her child

And then he changed all in her arms
Into a naked man
She’s wrapped him in her coat so warm
And she has brought him home

Song 319: "Prepárame la Cena" - Calle13

No soy un número ni parte de una cifra
Aunque se paga por igual la misma tarifa
Todos caminamos con la misma camisa
Sin prisa para mirar donde se pisa

No vale el tiempo pero valen las memorias
No se cuentan los segundos, se cuentan historias
La paciencia es lo que se cosecha
Mi calendario no tiene fecha

No estoy solo, ando con mis 5 sentidos
Acá el silencio se convierte en sonido
Todo lo malo que soñé lo toqué
Pero esta tan oscuro que el miedo no se ve

Yo me huelo lo que siento por eso presiento
Que dentro del circuito me queda poco tiempo
En el próximo tren yo me monto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto

Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto

Yo, yo, yo miro para afuera y miro para adentro
La reclusión es mi punto de encuentro
Me ubican dentro de lo marginal
Pero en algún momento todos nos portamos mal

Y quien determina lo bueno y lo malo
Lo poco saludable y lo sano
De lo crudo a lo cocido hay una larga diferencia
Y cocinar término medio no es ninguna ciencia

En esta vida me castigaste
Me robaste el tiempo, me re-cagaste
Mi culpabilidad es como una pecera vacía
Como juzgar al sol por salir de día

Si mis tristezas te causan alegrías
Es por que tus reglas son distintas a las mías
Creo en todo lo que veo
Y aunque soy ateo rezo pa' que nunca me pase algo feo

Para soñar con mi partida y con tu llegada
No me hace falta un matre con almohada
Yo soy libre porque desde aquí yo vuelo
Solo toca despegarse del suelo

Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto

Song 318: "Viene clareando" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Vidita, ya me voy
de los pagos del Tucumán.
En el Aconquija viene clareando,
vidita,
nunca te he de olvidar.
En el Aconquija viene clareando,
vidita,
nunca te he de olvidar.

Vidita, triste está
suspirando mi corazón.
Y con el pañuelo, te voy diciendo,
vidita,
paloma, adiós... adiós...
Y con el pañuelo, te voy diciendo,
vidita,
paloma, adiós... adiós...

Vidita, ya me voy
y se me hace que no hei volver.
Malaya mi suerte tanto quererte
vidita,
y tenerte que perder.
Malaya mi suerte tanto quererte.
Viene clareando mi padecer.

Al clarear yo me iré
pa' los pagos de Chasquivil.
Y hasta las espuelas
te irán diciendo, vidita,
no te olvides de mí.
Y hasta las espuelas
te irán diciendo, vidita,
no te olvides de mí.

Zamba sí, penas no,
eso quiere mi corazón.
Pero hasta la zamba
se vuelve triste, vidita
cuando se dice adiós...
Pero hasta la zamba
se vuelve triste, vidita
cuando se dice adiós...

Vidita, ya me voy
y se me hace que no hei volver.
Malaya mi suerte tanto quererte
vidita,
y tenerte que perder.
Malaya mi suerte tanto quererte.
Viene clareando mi padecer.

Song 317: "Las Compañías de Acero"

Las compañías de acero
cantando a la lucha van
su ser se escucha
y van a la lucha por la libertad
Las compañías de acero
cantando a la lucha van
Las compañías de acero
forjados de acero están
¡Y triunfarán!

Los milicianos de acero
salvaron al mundo entero
usando el piorno certero
gritan al mundo: si muero,
¡Mis hijos se salvarán!
¡Mis hijos se salvarán!

Las compañías de acero
cantando a la lucha van
su temple seguro
y valiente el ademán
Las compañías de acero
cantando a la lucha van
Los compañías de acero
forjadas de acero están
¡Y triunfarán!

Song 316: "A Complete History of the Soviet Union As Told By A Humble Worker, Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris" - Dan Woods

To Moscow I came seeking fortune
But they’re making me work 'til I’m dead
The bourgeoisie have it so easy
The Tsar’s putting gold on his bread
The people of Moscow are hungry
But think what a feast there could be
If we could create a socialist state
That cared for the people like me:

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That descend upon me from up above.
They come down and I spin them around
'Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
And the lines will be formed as they fall –
Then I see that I have misjudged it!
I should not have nudged it after all.
Can I have a long one please?
Why must these infernal blocks tease?

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
A collective regime of peace and love.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
For we know that the old regime must die.
Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
We salute the sickle and star!

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
The food on your plate now belongs to the state
A collective regime of peace and love.
I have no choice in arranging the blocks
Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes.
The rule of the game is we all are the same
And my blocks must create unbroken rows.
Long live Stalin! He loves you!
Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do…

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are made by the men in Kazakhstan.
They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate
But we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan.
I am the man who arranges the tanks
That will make all the Nazis keep away
The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red!
Let us point all our guns at the USA.
We shall live forever more!
We can start a nuclear war!

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are building a highly secret base.
Hip-hip hurrah for the USSR!
We are sending our men to outer space.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But each night I go home to my wife in tears –
What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall
And in front of your eyes it disappears?
Pointless work for pointless pay
This is one game I shall not play.
I am the man who arranges the blocks!

But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed.
The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold
And I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread
Maybe we’d be better off
If we brought down Gorbachev

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!

And now the wall is down, the Marxists frown
There’s foreign shops all over town
When in Red Square, well don’t despair
There’s Levi’s and McDonald’s there
The US gave us crystal meth
And Yeltsin drank himself to death
But now that Putin’s put the boot in,
Who’ll get in our way?

So we reject free enterprise
And once again the left will rise.
Prepare the flags to be unfurled
For we’re seceding from the world:
We shall regain the Georgian soil
We shall obtain the Arctic oil
We shall arrange the blocks and toil
Forever and a day.

Game over.

Song 315: "Foreign Skies" - The Dreadnoughts

We are the men of sweat and steel
we are the men the world denies
so now we walk abandoned fields
beneath these foreign skies

We're gonna join the bitter test
And though there's some will break and fall
There's nothing here but happiness
And duty's restless call

So it calls, but only to the chosen
to the boys who landed at Liege

meet me at the station
in the glory of the sun
into the arms by which the world was won

come on and wipe away your tears
and the memories bright and gay
the laughter of unclouded years
will slowly bleed away

staring at the stars above
underneath these foreign skies
we've never been so happy love
in all our goddamned lives

all our lives, have been for nought and wasted
all our lives, soon to be redeemed

meet me at the station
with a banner and a grin
we'll watch the sun go down
on old Berlin


and when it was done and we'd carried the day
I watched her life's blood go slipping away
and I stared down, into her cold blue eyes

sweet mother Mary, deliver your grace
deliver us all from the look on her face
and the screams
the long and desperate sighs

all our lives
have been a cruel secret
all our lives
a tender age in bloom

so I drink this final cup
and rest this weary head
and watch the waters rising up
to wash away the dead

and when we're rid of this disease
and we have won the prize
I never will return to these
foreign skies
(foreign skies)
(foreign skies)