Lulu Walls
por doce cipreses
doce apostoles de verde
velan doce meses
a la tapia en ruinas
que lo delimita
le han quitado algunas piedras
para hacer la ermita
tiene mi cementerio una fosa común
donde estamos los heroeas de Cuba
los domingos los negros no dejan dormir
pues les da por cantar misa luba
Y los muertos aqui lo pasamos muy bien
entre flores de colores
y los viernes y tal
si en la fosa no hay plan
nos vestimos y salimos.
Para dar una vuelta
sin pasar de la puerta eso si
que los muertos aqui
es donde tienen q
Radio Plays
All down the AM and all up the FM dial,
I'm hearinsongs about nothinat all,
beauty that's skin deep,
love that comes so cheap,
they're singinso pretty bout nothing at all.
All day long I hear the same five songs and the words go blah, blah, blah,
(Chorus)
The radio plays a whole lot of nothin
wish that they'd play
a song about somethin
cause all that you hear's so insincere,
But its comin in crystal clear
Perfect production without interruption,
and everybody loves it cause it sounds so sweet.
They glorify sin, they sell sex
and then they all say Jesus in their thank-you speech.
God gave us music so we should use it,
to sing with all our heart about the way we feel,
sing about love or whatever you think of,
it doesn't really matter just make it real.