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LISTNUM 1 \l 1This Cowboy Song LISTNUM 1 \l 1Fragilidad When We Dance If he loved you Like I love you I would walk away in shame I'd move town, I'd change my name When he watches you When he comes to buy your soul On your hand his golden rings Like he owns a bird that sings When we dance Angels will run and hide their wings The priests have said my soul's salvation Lies in the balance of the angels And underneath the wheels of passion I keep the faith in my fashion When we dance Angels will run and hide their wings I'm still in love with you When we dance Angels will run and hide their wings I'm gonna love you more than life If you'll only be my wife I'm gonna love you night and day I'm gonna try in every way When we dance Angels will run and hide their wings I'm gonna find a place to live Give you all I've got to give I would love you more than life If you'll only be my wife If I could break down these walls And shout my name at heaven's gate I'd take these hands And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate The vehicles are broken Heaven's the one above Hellfire's a promise away I'd still be saying I'm still in love He won't love you Like I love you He won't care for you this way He'll mistreat you if you stay Come and live with me We'll have children of our own I would love you more than life If you'd come and be my wife When we dance Angels will run and hide their wings I'm gonna love you more than life If you'll only be my wife I'm gonna love you night and day I'm gonna try in every way When we dance Angels will run and hide their wings I'm gonna find a place to live Give you all I've got to give I would love you more than life If you'd only be my wife BACK If You Love Somebody Set Them Free If you need somebody, call my name If you want someone, you can do the same If you want to keep something precious You got to lock it up and throw away the key If you want to hold onto your possession Don't even think about me If you love somebody, set them free If it's a mirror you want, just look into my eyes Or a whipping boy, someone to despise Or a prisoner in the dark Tied up in chains you just can't see Or a beast in a gilded cage That's all some people ever want to be If you love somebody, set them free You can't control an independent heart Can't tear the one you love apart Forever conditioned to believe that we can't live We can't live here and be happy with less So many riches, so many souls Everything we see we want to possess If you need somebody, call my name If you want someone, you can do the same If you want to keep something precious You got to lock it up and throw away the key If you want to hold onto your possession Don't even think about me If you love somebody, set them free BACK Fields of Gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold BACK All This Time I looked out across The river today, I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower Where the seagulls play. I saw the sad shire horses walking home In the sodium light I saw two priests on the ferry October geese on a cold winter's night And all this time, the river flowed Endlessly to the sea. Two priests came round our house tonight One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying To serve the final rite, One to learn, one to teach, Which way the cold wind blows Fussing and flapping in priestly black Like a murder of crows And all this time, the river flowed Endlessly to the sea If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river And I'd bury the old man, I'd bury him at sea Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth Better to be poor than a fat man in the eye of a needle And as these words were spoken I swear I hear The old man laughing, 'What good is a used up world, and how could it be worth having' And all this time the river flowed Endlessly like a silent tear And all this time the river flowed Father, if Jesus exists, Then how come he never lived here. The teacher told us, the Romans built this place They built a wall and a temple, an edge of the empire Garrison town, They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods But the stone gods did not make a sound And their empire crumbled, 'til all that was left Were the stones the workmen found And all this time the river flowed In the falling light of a northern sun If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river Men go crazy in congregations But they only get better One by one One by one... BACK Englishman In New York I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear I like my toast done on the side And you can hear it in my accent when I talk I'm an Englishman in New York See me walking down Fifth Avenue A walking cane here at my side I take it everywhere I walk I'm an Englishman in New York I'm an alien I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York I'm an alien I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York If "manners maketh man" as someone said Then he's the hero of the day It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile Be yourself no matter what they say I'm an alien I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York I'm an alien I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety You could end up as the only one Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society At night a candle's brighter than the sun Takes more than combat gear to make a man Takes more than license for a gun Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can A gentleman will walk but never run If "manners maketh man" as someone said Then he's the hero of the day It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile Be yourself no matter what they say I'm an alien I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York I'm an alien I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York BACK Mad About You A stone's throw from Jerusalem I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight And through a million stars were shining My heart was lost on a distant planet That whirls around the April moon Whirling in an arc of sadness I'm lost without you I'm lost without you Though all my kingdoms turn to sand And fall into the sea I'm mad about you I'm mad about you And from the dark secluded valleys I heard the ancient songs of sadness But every step I thought of you Every footstep only you And every star a grain of sand The leavings of a dried up ocean Tell me, how much longer? How much longer? They say a city in the desert lies The vanity of an ancient king But the city lies in broken pieces Where the wind howls and the vultures sing These are the works of man This is the sum of our ambition It would make a prison of my life If you became another's wife With every prison blown to dust My enemies walk free I'm mad about you I'm mad about you And I have never in my life Felt more alone than I do now Although I claim dominions over all I see It means nothing to me There are no vitories In all our histories, without love A stone's throw from Jerusalem I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight And through a million stars were shining My heart was lost on a distant planet That whirls around the April moon Whirling in an arc of sadness I'm lost without you I'm lost without you And though you hold the keys to ruin Of everything I see With every prison blown to dust, My enemies walk free Though all my kingdoms turn to sand And fall into the sea I'm mad about you I'm mad about you BACK It's Probably Me If the night turned cold and the stars looked down And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground You wake the morning in a stranger's coat No one would you see You ask yourself, who'd watch for me My only friend, who could it be It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me When you belly's empty and the hunger's so real And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal You search the city for your only friend No one would you see You ask yourself, who could it be A solitary voice to speak out and set you free I gate to say it I gate to say it, but it's probably me You're not the easiest person I ever got to know And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show Some would say I should let you go your way You'll only make me cry If there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die It's hard to say it It's hard to say it, but it's probably me When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense There's only one voice that comes to your defence The jury's out and your eyes search the room And one friendly face is all you need to see If there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me BACK They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo) Why are these women here dancing on their own? Why is there this sadness in their eyes? Why are the soldiers here Their faces fixed like stone? I can't see what it is they despise They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid They're dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons They're dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone It's the only form of protest they're allowed I've seen their silent faces scream so loud If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too Another woman on the torture table what else can they do They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid They're dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons They're dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone One day we'll dance on their graves One day we'll sing our freedom One day we'll laugh in our joy And we'll dance One day we'll dance on their graves One day we'll sing our freedom One day we'll laugh in our joy And we'll dance Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos Ellas danzan con los muertos Ellas danzan con amores invisibles Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia Danzan con sus padres Danzan con sus hijos Danzan con sus esposos Ellas danzan solas Danzan solas Hey Mr. Pinochet You've sown a bitter crop It's foreign money that supports you One day the money's going to stop No wages for your torturers No budget for your guns Can you think of your own mother Dancin' with her invisible son They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid They're dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons They're dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone BACK If I Ever Lose My Faith In You You could say I lost my faith in science and progress You could say I lost my belief in the holy Church You could say I lost my sense of direction You could say all of this and worse, but If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV You could say I'd lost my belief in our politicians Yhey all seemed like game show hosts to me If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do I could be lost inside their lies without a trace But every time I close my eyes I see your face I never saw no miracle of science That didn't go from a blessing to a curse I never saw no military solution That didn't always end up as something worse, but Let me say this first If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do BACK Fragile If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one Drying in the colour of the evening sun Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away But something in our minds will always stay Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are how fragile we are On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are how fragile we are How fragile we are how fragile we are BACK We'll Be Together I see me with you and all the things you do Keep turning round and round in my mind Forget the weather we should always be together And any other thought is unkind To have you with me I would swim the seven seas To have you as my guide and my light My love is a flame that burns in your name We'll be together We'll be together tonight We'll be together, yeah We'll be together, yeah We'll be together, yeah I see you with me and all I want to be Is dancing here with you in my arms Forget the weather we should always be together I'll always be a slave to your charms To have you with me I would swim the seven seas To have you as the guide in my life My love is a flame that burns in your name We'll be together We'll be together We'll be together, yeah We'll be together, yeah We'll be together, yeah Call me baby. You can call me anything you want Call me baby Call me Just call me We'll be together, yeah We'll be together, yeah I see you with me and baby makes three I see me with you and all the things we do Forget the weather we should always be together I need you as my guide and my light My love is the flame that burns in your name We'll be together We'll be together tonight BACK Moon Over Bourbon Street There's a moon over bourbon street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over bourbon street It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb Now I can never show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over bourbon street She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans She's innocent and young from a family of means I have stood many times outside her window at night To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight How could I be this way when I pray to god above I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over bourbon street BACK Love Is the Seventh Wave In the empire of the senses You're the queen of all you survey All the cities all the nations Everything that falls your way There is a deeper world than this That you don't understand There is a deeper world that this Tugging at your hand Every ripple on the ocean Every leaf on every tree Every sand dune in the desert Every power we never see There is a deeper wave than this Swelling in the world There is a deeper wave than this Listen to me girl Feel it rising in the cities Feel it sweeping over land Over borders, over frontiers Nothing will its power withstand There is no deeper wave than this Listen to me girl All the bloodshed all the anger All the weapons all the greed All the armies all the missiles All the symbols of your fear There is a deeper wave than this Listen to me girl At the still point of destruction At the centre of the fury All the angels all the devils All around us can't you see There is a deeper wave than this Rising in the land There is a deeper wave than this Nothing will withstand I say love is the seventh wave BACK Russians In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria Conditioned to respond to all the threats In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you I don't subscribe to this point of view It would be such an ignorant thing to do If the Russains love their children too How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy There is no monopoly of common sense On either side of the political fence We share the same biology Regardless of ideology Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too There is no historical precedent To put words in the mouth of the president There's no such thing as a winnable war It's a lie we don't believe anymore Mr. Reagan says we will protect you I don't subscribe to this point of view Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too We share the same biology Regardless of ideology What might save us me and you Is that the Russians love their children too BACK Why Should I Cry For You? Under the dog star sail Over the reefs of moonshine Under the skies of fall North, north west, the stones of Faroe Under the Arctic fire Over the seas of silence Hauling on frozen ropes For all my days remaining But would north be true? All colours bleed to red Asleep on the ocean's bed Drifting in empty seas For all my days remaining But would north be true? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Dark angels follow me Over a godless sea Mountains of endless falling, For all my days remaining, What would be true? Sometimes I see your face, The stars seem to lose their place Why must I think of you? Why must I? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Why would you want me to? And what would it mean to say, That, "I loved you in my fashion"? What would be true? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? BACK This Cowboy Song We rode all night across an endless desert We had no moon to light our way And though a billion stars were slowly turning We lacked the consciences to pray Our horses running like devil chasers Those feet they hardly touched the ground Yes, I'm familiar with the grey wolves howing But I'm certain I never heard this sound Devil to pay On judgement day Would Jesus strike me down If I should pray this cowboy song It's all I know To bring me back into your arms Your distant sun Your shining light You'll be my dark star shining Tonight I've been the lowest of the low on the planet I've been a sinner all my days And I was living with my hand on the trigger I had no sense to change my ways The priest asked if I'd embrace the ressurection To suck the poison from my life Just like an existential cowboy villain His words were balanced on my knife Devil to pay On judgement day Would Jesus strike me down If I should pray This cowboy song It's all I know To bring me back into your arms Your distant sun Your shining light You'll be my dark star shining Tonight Every night Every night All my distances afar This cowboy song It's all I know To bring me back into your arms This cowboy song This cowboy life I'll be your dark star shining Tonight Dark star... 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