Passing afternoon- Iron & Wine
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Passing afternoon- Iron & Wine
Passing Afternoon
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms.
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings Sunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leaves.
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass Springtime calls her children until she let's them go at last And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds.
There are things we can't recall, Blind as night that finds us all Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned.
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone.
Ay niña de fuego
Mujer que llora y padece, te ofrezco la salvación. Te ofrezco la salvación. El cariño es ciego. Soy un hombre bueno que te compadece. Anda, y vente conmigo, ay, Niña de Fuego.
No hay mejor colocón que el que produce Cristo. Él me hace sentir supercocaína.
My Beloved Monster
My beloved monster is tough If she wants she will disrobe you But if you lay her down for a kiss Her little heart it could explode
Things The Grandchildren Should Know
It's not all good and it's not all bad Don't believe everything you read I'm the only one who knows what it's like So i though i'd better tell you Before i leave So in the end i'd like to say That i'm a very thankful man I tried to make the most of my situations And enjoy what i had I knew true love and i knew passion And the difference between the two And i had some regrets But if i had to do it all again Well, it's something i'd like to do
Now you’re really living
Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor And cry your guts out 'til you got no more Hey man now you're really living Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl Made you feel like it's not such a bad world Hey man now you're really living
Well i just saw the sun rise over the hill Never used to give me much of a thrill But hey man now you're really living Do you know what it's like to care too much 'bout someone that you're never gonna get to touch Hey man now you're really living Have you ever sat down in the fresh cut grass And thought about the moment and when it will pass Hey man now you're really living
Hoy
Qué será la muerte, me preguntaste un día y no te supe contestar. Si la muerte es mirar y no verte, que la muerte es mirar y no verte.
When God gives you a swastica, he opens a window. And then you remember there is no God.
La constelación del perro
Ahora nombramos las constelaciones de invierno y cuando terminan las que conocemos -Orion, Tauro, las Pléyades, el Carro- nos las inventamos. Las mias casi siempre de animales, las de ella casi siempre de comida: la Tortita con Sirope, el Cangrejo Blando al Gratín. A una le puse el nombre de un perro peleón al que le encantaba comer peces.
Beautiful Freak
You're such a beautiful freak I wish there were more just like you You're not like all of the others And that is why i love you Beautiful freak, beautiful freak That is why i love you Beautiful freak, beautiful freak