Isola - Jacana People & Anna Phoebe

Noia, questa noia mortale Fumerò qualche sigaro cubano In ricordo di vecchi tempi e dell'Avana vera Noia, questa noia mortale Non c'è niente di più noioso Di un nostalgico di sinistra come me Limpida e trasparente acqua C'era una volta un'isola grande C'era un comandante Storie di barche e pescatori La penna di un grande scrittore Noia, questa noia mortale Se ci fosse Ernesto Lui sì che saprebbe cosa fare Ma non c'è un altro Che Noia, questa noia mortale Ho lasciato il mio nome In una casa di cultura nel 1983 Limpida e trasparente acqua C'era una volta un'isola grande C'era un comandante La grande musica nel cuore Che parla di rivoluzione Limpida e trasparente acqua C'era una volta un'isola grande C'era un comandante La grande musica nel cuore Che parla di rivoluzione Limpida e trasparente acqua C'era una volta un'isola grande C'era un comandante La grande musica nel cuore Che parla di rivoluzione (Aquì sierra maestra) Limpida e trasparente acqua C'era una volta un'isola grande C'era un comandante La grande musica nel cuore Che parla di rivoluzione (Sierra maestra, Sierra maestra) Limpida e trasparente acqua C'era una volta un'isola grande C'era un comandante La grande musica nel cuore Che parla di rivoluzione Che parla di rivoluzione Aquì sierra maestra Sierra maestra

For a chemical imbalance, you sure know how to ride a train Your revolution is a deathbed and the music is your maid When someone comes a-knockin' with a needle on a tray Only your lonesome lies beside you, for you told me not to stay You are somebody's baby, some mother held you near No, it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear There is no distraction that can make me disappear No, there's nothing that won't remind you I will always be right here And you spit the blood back Spit the blood back, baby I'm amazed that you're alright Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home with you tonight We're both very sick, our muscles all worn down It's as if we are one-hundred, know I won't still be around Because I've fallen, yes, I've fallen right into the love I've found Long before I reach one-hundred, I'll have fallen to the ground And for generations, they'll romance us, make us more Or much less than ever was before, The Chelsea and the floor Make us stand before the masses like two speakers for the poor When there was no revolution, nothing we were fighting for And you spit the blood back Spit the blood back, baby I'm amazed that you're alright Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home, I won't be home I won't be home with you tonight And you can call the service bell When we stay at the Chelsea Hotel And I'll stay out of my own hell Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home, I won't be home I won't be home with you tonight Tonight

When the speed kicks in I go to the store for nothing And walk right by The house where you lived with Snow White I wonder if she ever thought The storybook tiles on the roof were too much But from the window, it's not a bad show If your favorite thing's Dianetics or stucco The drugstores are open all night The only real reason I moved to the east side I love a good place to hide in plain sight What if I told you I feel like I know you? But we never met And here, everyone knows you're the way to my heart Hear so many stories of you at the bar Most times, alone, and some, looking your worst But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers Man, I wish that I could say the same I swear I'm not angry, that's just my face A copycat killer with a chemical cut Either I'm careless or I wanna get caught Who I'm not What if I told you I feel like I know you? But we never met It's for the best I can't open my mouth and forget how to talk 'Cause even if I could Wouldn't know where to start Wouldn't know when to stop