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Long Shadows
04:46
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Well if you see me
And if you got a secret, please, hold it
Hold it till i’m gone
Hold it till i’m gone
I wouldn’t notice
if not for the way you seem to fear me
Now hold it till I’m on my way
Hold it till I'm here to stay
Everybody loves them blues
I know I do
Now do you see me?
and did you know the moon tonight is in Cancer?
Now hold it till I’m on my way
Hold it till I’m here to stay
Everybody loves them blues
I know I do
Hold it till i’m on my way
Hold it till i’m here to stay
Everybody loves them blues
This one’s for you
Now hold it till i’m on my way
Hold it till you’re here to stay
Everybody loves them blues
I know I do
Hold it till i’m on my way
Hold it till you’re here to stay
Everybody loves them blues
Everybody loves but you
Everybody loves…
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In your hands
That’s where I lie, in your hands
In your hands
I recognize my own
(I see you lyin’ there alone)
In your hands
There’s a trace of something else
So stay, stay where you are
I need your hands to feel again
To feel again
I am dreaming of the day
When I can lose myself in your hands
With those hands
You buried your past
You buried your past
In those hands nobody sees hope
But I can see a light
I am dreaming of the day
when I can lose myself in your hands
That’s where I lie, in your hands
That’s where I lie, in your hands
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La Llorona
06:10
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No sé qué tienen las flores, llorona,
Las flores del camposanto
No sé qué tienen las flores, llorona,
Las flores del camposanto
Que cuando las mueve el viento, llorona,
Parece que están llorando
Ay de mí, llorona; llorona, llévame al río.
Ay de mí, llorona; llorona, llévame al río.
Tapáme con tu rebozo, llorona,
Porque me muero de frío
Tapáme con tu rebozo, llorona,
Porque me muero de frío
A un santo Cristo de fierro, llorona,
mis penas le conté yo
A un santo Cristo de fierro, llorona,
mis penas le conté yo
¿Cuáles no serían mis penas, llorona?
Que el santo Cristo lloró
¿Cuáles no serían mis penas, llorona?
Que el santo Cristo lloró
Dicen que no tengo duelo, Llorona,
porque no me ven llorar,
Dicen que no tengo duelo, Llorona,
porque no me ven llorar,
Hay muertos que no hacen ruido, Llorona,
Y es más grande su penar
Hay muertos que no hacen ruido, Llorona,
Y es más grande su penar
Cada vez que entra la noche, llorona,
me pongo a pensar y digo:
Cada vez que entra la noche, llorona,
me pongo a pensar y digo:
De que me sirve la cama, llorona,
si tu no duermes conmigo.
De que me sirve la cama, llorona,
si tu no duermes conmigo
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Fabrizio Cammarata Palermo, Italy
“A beautiful examination of love’s lost corridors”
- Drowned in Sound
“Emotionally
vibrant, bittersweet, and ultimately freeing”
- POPMATTERS
“A wonderful tool for emotional enrichment”
- Clash
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