Lyrics

Right here on Línea Street and along Paseo
on 23rd and down la Rampa
You can see revolución
In everyone's eyes


There's people watching so you gotta be careful
Don't ever say too much never too joyful
'cause it's a game of faith and waiting
High school teacher's trying to leave town


So ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies
No questions no surprise
And the mountains of tomorrow lead down yesterday
Ask me no questions too much to say


In the hard street salsa soap operas
Dance entwined all through the night
Old men rockin’ young girl watching
Waiting longer than their lives

 

So ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies
No questions no surprise
And the mountains of tomorrow lead down yesterday
Ask me no questions too much to say


Concrete balconies are slowly crumbling
Grain by grain into the sea
They wash out down the shoreline
Featuring in books on history
 

En la calle Línea en Paseo
y la veintitrés llamada también La Rampa
Puedes ver revolución
En todas las miradas


Right here on Línea Street and along Paseo
on 23rd and down La Rampa
You can see revolución
In everyone’s eyes

 

words & music by Lloyd Frost © Blue Plazuela Music Inc. (SOCAN)

Lyrics

Please won't you carry me down to the blue blue ocean again
Cause life on this cliff well it used to be safe my friend
Now the waves are crashing and the sky’s turning black
And I see it

 

Well you can hold that key cause you may want it sometime
When the page is full and there’s nothing even left to rhyme
And the waves are crashing while the sky’s turning black
And I see it

 

Ya know halfway ‘round the world and the sun is rising bloody
An’ I see places and people familiar to me on telly
Now something’s crashing and it’s all goin’ black
And we see it

 

words & music by Lloyd Frost © Blue Plazuela Music Inc. (SOCAN)

 

Truth

04:57

Lyrics

And it’s your truth my truth
convenient or otherwise
your truth my truth
that’s a fact
build it up one day tear it down another day
drown my broker in formaldehyde

 

Drown his broker in formaldehyde!                                                

 

Your truth my truth
upside down an’ sideways
hole in the ozone
what a myth
bang his head bang his head on the top of my guitar
drown the tree huggers in formaldehyde
 

Drown the tree huggers in formaldehyde!                                                                                                                             

Tennis balls are flyin’ and I gotta hit one soon
my wife is at some high class spa and girfriend’s here by noon
zebra rug is hiding and I gotta find it soon
now wife is at some charity and girfriend’s here by noon
oh yeah
she goes down by noon
  

Your truth my truth what does it matter anyway?
I want carte blanche
now that’s a fact
good enough one day dump it out another day
drown all your neighbours in petroleum

Rolling in exotic hair is something I do well
so what if all the glaciers melt?
I wanna ring my bell

He wants to ring his bell

Planets are aligning and we could melt down soon
those Maya were so accurate
it’s happening at noon

High noon…high noon…high noon
     

Your truth my truth
convenient or otherwise
yours is out
look it up it’s a fact
smile on one day lie to me another day
gonna drown drown drown in formaldehyde

Drown everybody in formaldehyde!

words & music by Lloyd Frost  © Blue Plazuela Music Inc. (SOCAN)

 

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