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Voces 033

Lo indomesticable del hombre, no es lo malo que hay en él: es lo bueno.
 
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Mr. Shorty

Nobody knew where he came from
They only knew he came in
Slowly he walked to the end of the bar
And he ordered up one slug of gin.
 
Well, I could see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl.
 
Said he was needin' some wages
'Fore he could ride for the west
Said he could do most all kind of work
Said he could ride with the best.
 
There in his blue eyes was sadness
That comes from the need of a friend
And tho' he tried, he still couldn't hide
The loneliness there, deep within.
 
Said he would work thru the winter
For thirty a month and his board
I started to say where he might land a job
When a fellow came in thru the door.
 
And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself
Come down and wait on a man.
 
The eyes of the little man narrowed
The smile disappeared from his face
Gone was the friendliness that I had seen
And a wild look of hate took its' place.
 
But the big one continued to mock him
And he told me that I'd better go
Find him a couple of glasses of milk
Then maybe Shorty would grow.
 
When the little man spoke, there was stillness
He made sure that everyone heard
Slowly he stepped away from the bar
And I still remember these words.
 
Oh! it's plain that you're lookin' for trouble
Trouble's what I try to shun
If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get
'Cause cowboy, we're both packin' guns.
 
His hand was already positioned
Feet wide apart on the floor
I hadn't noticed but there on his hip
Was a short-barreled Bass Forty-Four.
 
It was plain he was ready and waitin'
He leaned a bit forward and said
When you call me Shorty, say Mister, my friend
Maybe you'd rather be dead.
 
In the room was a terrible silence
As the big one stepped out on the floor
All drinkin' stopped and the tick of the clock
Said death would wait ten seconds more.
 
He cussed once or twice in a whisper
And he said with a snarl on his lips
Nobody's Mister to me, little man!
And he grabbed for the gun on his hips.
 
But the little man's hands was like lightning
The Bass Forty-Four was the same
The Forty-Four spoke and it sent lead and smoke
And seventeen inches of flame.
 
For the big one had never cleared leather
Beaten before he could start
A little round hole had appeared on his shirt
The bullet went clear thru his heart.
 
The little man stood there a moment
Then holstered the Bass Forty-Four
It's always this way so I never stay
Slowly he walked out the door.
 
Nobody knew where he came from
They won't forget he came by
They won't forget how a Forty-Four gun
One night made the difference in size.
 
As for me, I'll remember the sadness
Shown in the eyes of the man
If we meet someday, you can bet I would say
That it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend.
 

XTCY

[Intro]
I want you to come to me, Ecstasy
Uh, Ecstasy, Ecstasy, Ecstasy
Ecstasy, Ecstasy, Ecstasy
Ecstasy, Ecstasy, Ecstasy
Ecstasy, Ecstasy, Ecstasy
Ecstasy
 
[Verse 1]
You got sick thoughts? I got more of 'em
You got a sister in law you would smash? I got 4 of them
Damn, those is your sisters
You did something unholy to them pictures
Damn, you need to be locked up
Nah, we need a bigger hot tub
 
[Chorus]
Now let me see you back, back, back, back
Time to get the bag, bag, bag, bag
We don't throw stones, we throw stacks
That's why they're going mad, mad, mad, Max
If you don't say your name then I won't ask
She got a smartphone but a dumb ass
I thought of all this on ecstasy
 
[Verse 2]
You got sick thoughts? I got more of them
You remember bad bitches that you smashed? I recorded them
She said fuck weed, cause she love X
If she suck seed, that's a success
If a girl cum, that's a fuck fest
And we gon' score 100 on this drug test
 
[Chorus]
Now let me see you back, back, back, back
It's time to get the bag, bag, bag, bag
We don't throw stones, we throw stacks
That's why they're going mad, mad, mad, Max
If you don't say your name then I won't ask
You got a smartphone but a dumb ass
I thought of all this on Ecstasy (perfect!)
 
[Interlude]
Fuckin' around – whoop! Scoop!
Whoopity-whoop
Whoopity-whoop, scoop-poop-woop-toop
Scoopity-whoop loot, looty-whoop-whoop
Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy
 
[Verse 3]
You got sick thoughts? I got more of them
Han? (skrt!)
You see them escorts? I escorted them (scooty-woot!)
While y'all was trippin', I resorted them (whoop!)
Then I kicked 'em out, I got bored of them (whoop!)
 
[Chorus]
Now let me see you back, back, back, back
Time to get the bag, bag, bag, bag
We don't throw stones, we throw stacks
That's why they're going mad, mad, mad, Max
If you don't say your name then I won't ask
You got a smartphone but a dumb ass
I thought of all this on ecstasy
 

Tarifa

Hit the ground
The yard, I found something
I could taste your mouth
Shut the door
Now in the sun tanning
 
You were so just
Looking across the sky
 
Can't remember
I can't recall, no
I can't remember anything at all
 
We skipped the sunrise
Looking across the grass
Said he wanted
And not that I'm every
It's the same, I could mean you were right
 
Everyone else
Hasn't a chance, don't
Fail me now
Open arms, rest
 
Let's run under
Cursing myself at night
Slow it was 7
I wish it was 7 all night
 
Tell me when
Tell me when is this over?
Chewed you out
Chew me out when I'm stupid
I don't wanna
Everyone else pales
Send in the owl
Tell me I'm not a child
 
You summon
Forget about everyone else
Fall away somehow
 
To figure it out
 

I Think I Found The Culprit

I think I found the culprit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
 
Two crumbs on my window sill
Two birds sitting there perfectly still
One of them up to no good
The other one doing what he totally should
 
I think I found the culprit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
 
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
 
I think I found the culprit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
 
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun