: Loco, cerques, paisos tropicals, flors i dones naturals, biquinis, daikiris, tucans. Loco, mediterrani assolellat, "son tranquils els habitants" afirmen
: Fugire des meus invisibles, sentire que es atoms mes proxims a jo mai seran divisibles. Radien calentes frequencies solars, somien en fosforescencies
: instrumental
: A les mires del cel, ones ultraviolades, infraroges. Entre el submarinista i el peix que no sap on va, entre els ossos calcificats, cel·lules. Bullen
: Cafeina, droga dura, droga fina, control, bumetres de colors, pressions, nivells d'oli, benzina, eter, combustible irascible. Crema un sol dioxid dins
: Jo cant sa lluna i s'estrella, sa jungla i es bosc animat, es tren, es vaixell, s'avioneta i es teu submari aqui aparcat. Jo cant es cafe i sa galleta
: No New Year's Day to celebrate, no chocolate-covered candy-hearts to give away, no first of spring, no song to sing, in fact, here's just another ordinary
: Es sol ixent com un fil de caliu crema un full de paper i escampa una taca de llum que filtra es paisatge en color lentament. Verd, gris, groc de fulles
: QUE SABE EL QUE HABLA CON ALMA SERRADA Y ENTRE CARCAJADAS OCULTA UN DOLOR QUE SABE EL QUE CLABA CON ONDAS MIRADAS FILOSAS ESPADAS QUE SABE DE AMOR
, dig that crazy sound Yeah take a chance, Zydeco and romance Yeah everybody here, got rhythm in their bones It's another Friday night down at old Antone
San Antone I traveled over the country on my merry way Been in crowds and felt I was alone When I feel like braggin', I'll just step and say I'm a native son of San Antone
high I'm so lonesome I could die You could make a grown man cry if you wanted to Say goodbye to Houston for me give my best to San Antone Tell Dallas
Oh Anton, you're such a dick head, Do you really think you're the lord of darkness ? But your theories, we spit on that Squeeze Anton, the fake satanist
year or so for our little home in San Antone For our little home in San Antone For our little home in San Antone For our little home in San Antone
some pity What's around the bend, I'll never know If I'm not on that train to San Antone Gonna take the last train to San Antone
know how it goes But if tonight, I could be my tall dark stranger (You can be my stranger) I'll be your San Antone rose I'll be your San Antone rose
I'm alone There's nothing more that comes so slow As dawn in San Antone There's nothing more that comes so slow As dawn in San Antone...