posted November 25, 2007 11:57 PM            

The Spanish is a little off. It seems the writer of this didn't know the language well.

This is what I can make out:

posted November 26, 2007 12:04 AM            

quote:

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Final section

This section, perhaps the best known, is sung in broken Spanish. The section starts at about 6:34 and runs until the end of the song. The "doo-doo-doot" backing vocals make the lyrics difficult to make out for some listeners; Stills has been cited, perhaps apocryphally, as saying that this was deliberate, because he did not want casual listeners to understand this section. This section has also been parodied many times, notably in Frank Zappa's compositions Billy the Mountain and "Magdalena" on The Mothers of Invention's album Just Another Band From L.A. In the mid 60's Stephen Stills attended Lincoln School in San Jose, Costa Rica. The private school was composed of mostly upper class Costa Ricans and had many foreign teachers and students. Still there is a lot of speculation as to whether Stills has any Cuban heritage and his connection to Costa Rica. He may have been there, in Costa Rica, with his parents or relatives. Another possible explanation for the unexpected Latin flavor of this section is Stills's longtime musical collaboration with Latin percussionist Joe Lala, who is of Cuban background. Lala is the percussionist on the recording of the song.

The lines are as follows:

Que linda me la traiga Cuba
La reina de la Mar Caribe
Cielo sol no tiene sangre allí
Y que triste que no puedo vaya
O, va! O, va!

A rough translation into English might read:

How happy it makes me to think of Cuba
The queen of the Caribbean Sea
Sunny sky has no blood
And how sad that I cannot go.
Oh, go! Oh, go!

A variation of this occurs on the album 4 Way Street, the live CSNY album, where Stills is heard singing:

Que lástima que no puedo vaya! ("It's a pity that I cannot go")

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posted November 26, 2007 12:09 AM              

off to read.....

posted November 26, 2007 12:57 AM              

"We were both too large for one house."

posted November 26, 2007 09:28 AM              

yeah, me too.

How about this one?
It's my absolute favorite.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArczUVXrODQ

posted November 26, 2007 10:05 AM              

Chick Habit...uhm...Very hot.

posted November 27, 2007 02:31 PM            

I was in the Caribbean last week for my sister's wedding... highs and lows... my hair and skin feel gorgeous from the sea. It was beautiful.

posted November 27, 2007 03:58 PM            

Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning,
Look how late it gets.
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,
And too much in love to say goodnight.

Here we are, in a cozy chair;
Pickin' on a wishbone from the frigidaire.
Two sleepy people with nothing to say,
And too much in love to break away.

Do you remember the nights we used to linger in the hall?
Your father didn't like me at all.
Do you remember the reason why we married in the fall?
To rent this little nest and get a bit of rest.

Well, here we are just about the same,
Foggy little fella, drowsy little dame.
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,
And too much in love to say goodnight.

posted December 01, 2007 02:15 AM              

Half of the people can be part
right all of the time

Some of the people can be all
right part of the time

But all of the people can't be
all right all of the time

Abraham Lincoln said that

"I'll let you be in my dreams
if I can be in yours"

I said that."

posted December 10, 2007 11:46 AM              

LIVE
"Lightning Crashes"

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door

lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall

oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide

posted December 10, 2007 04:59 PM              

Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say
You'll say, "Oh, sing one we know"
But I promise you this
I'll always look out for you
That's what I'll do

I say "oh"
I say "oh"

My heart is yours
It's you that I hold on to
That's what I do
And I know I was wrong
But I won't let you down
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah I will, yes I will…)

I said "oh"
I cry "oh"

Yeah I saw sparks
Yeah I saw sparks
And I saw sparks
Yeah I saw sparks
Singing out

La, la, la, la, oh…
La, la, la, la, oh…
La, la, la, la, oh…
La, la, la, la, oh…

~coldplay

posted December 10, 2007 08:33 PM              

When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns."
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folk eatin' from a fancy dining car.
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.

posted December 11, 2007 06:21 AM              

Oh, hello Mr. Soul,
I dropped by
to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught
that my head
is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace
of my face
could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change,
but a stranger
is putting the tease on.

I was down on a frown
when the messenger
brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise
of a fan
who said I upset her
Any girl in the world
could have easily
known me better
She said, You're strange,
but don't change,
and I let her.

In a while will the smile
on my face
turn to plaster?
Stick around while the clown
who is sick
does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head
and my face
is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change?
I don't know,
why don't you ask her?

posted December 11, 2007 06:30 AM              

Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the west
Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone

He got fightin' mad
This rebel lad
He packed no star
As he wandered far
Where the only law
Was a hook and a draw
The rebel, Johnny Yuma

He searched the land
This restless lad
He was panther quick
And leather tough
If he figured that
He'd been pushed enough
The rebel, Johnny Yuma

posted December 11, 2007 07:01 AM              

listen:
http://www.amazon.com/Actor-Happy-Vic-Chesnutt/dp/B000295V5I/ref= sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1197374590&sr=1-1

Vic Chesnutt
The Gravity of the Situation

we blew past the army motorcade
and it's abnormal load haulage
the gravity of the situation
came on us like a bit of new knowledge

the bubbliest bubble bath broke down on the bank
the gravity of the situation is why our old thought bubbles sank

humble and gracious
the gravity of the situation ...

humble and gracious
the gravity of the situation ...

humble and gracious
the gravity of the situation ...

well, a fat hungry english crow was picking at a carcass
the gravity of the situation is hard to focus and harness
well, we met Bill Lowery at the Queen's Hall
the gravity of the situation became apparent to us all

humble and gracious
the gravity of the situation ...

humble and gracious
the gravity of the situation ...

humble and gracious
the gravity of the situation ...

posted December 11, 2007 07:02 AM              

it's the plan of most
to discover that magnificent ghost
when did I get perverted
and my innocent eyes diverted
from the view so grand
imbued with distractions

I'm greedy like Senior Babbitt
I'm just chasing that electic rabbit
I'm a reluctant rebel
I just want to be Aaron Neville
with a crown on my head
and my denim shirt all dark with sweat

I'm just pushing the paint around
on advice from your lying mouth
you touched me and then you ran
and left some sad Peter Pan
all alone and awkward
but a transformation, I swear it will occur