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jueves, 19 de mayo de 2011

SONGS OF LONDON(IV)


A new song called "Bedlam in Chinatown"--....

23/04/11 BEDLAM IN CHINATOWN A.BARO

If you want to believe it or not
we come running to Chinatown
we're searching for some questions
we've arrived between smells and suggestion

Red is the colour of Chinatown
voice and bedlam in Chinatown
we want to eat , we smell all around
running and bedlam in Chinatown

Slanted eyes and smiling faces
everybody's taking photos any places
lazy afternoon , if this is your wish
I prefer running for Gerrard Street

Red is the colour of Chinatown
voice and bedlam in Chinatown
we want to eat , we smell all around
running and bedlam in Chinatown

I like dragons like those are behind me
Magical Door is opened for free
chinese lions look at me fiercely
but I know they're winking at me

Red is the colour of Chinatown
voice and bedlam in Chinatown
we want to eat , we smell all around
running and bedlam in Chinatown

martes, 17 de mayo de 2011

SONGS OF LONDON(III)



This song is entitled "London Dungeons" (my family laughs of the FX)...:


06/05/11 LONDON DUNGEONS A.BARO

From the dungeons of old London
A dark laughter, cruel and deep
You feel like your back goes cold
And start shaking your knees
(London Dungeons…yeah)

You’re lost in the gloomy labyrinth
Where the skeletons are laughing at you
Looking for a way out with fear
Before they threw their hands on you.
(London Dungeons…yeah)

The ground you walk is a continuous trap
It wants you to catch and wrap
The walls invite you to run away
Don’t stop, don’t look back.

The rats come from all over
And threatening to the bubonic plague
Soon will burn all of London
And you can’t hide in any place
(London Dungeons…yeah)

The ground you walk is a continuous trap
It wants you to catch and wrap
The walls invite you to run away
Don’t stop, don’t look back.

The Traitor’s gate will open for you
And will be the guilty verdict
The Killer Queen ordered to fire you
To clean your unforgivable sins

Perhaps, the Mad Barber shows you his sharp steel
You should be careful with your throat
But worst will be in Whitechapel High Street
When Jack the Ripper jump at you.
(London Dungeons…yeah)

martes, 10 de mayo de 2011

SONGS OF LONDON(II)


Two songs more....First, "A day in the city"...Talk about the feelings that fill me in the City::::

04/05/11 A DAY IN THE CITY A.BARO

The lights of the City tell me I'm here
Isn't it a pity that I haven't got a beer?
People walk around me but they doesn´t see
That a day in the City, It's enough for me.

I am walking slowly from dear Fleet Street
I read the old "News", what a symphony!
I hear the bells' ringing , my old church, St Paul
A day in the City for me It's enough

A day in the City from St Paul to Townhill
A day in the City,It's enough for me.

I like this "Square Mile", the templars left their imprint
Bank of England, thick walls, where the penny is the King
Stop in Leadenhall Market,Londinium's real heart
Or in Williamson's Tavern, best beer you'll have
There, William the Third eating on demand
It's forging another legend great Christopher Wren

Music

A day in the City from St Paul to Townhill
A day in the City,It's enough for me.

The lights of the City tell me I'm here
Isn't it a pity that I haven't got a beer?
People walk around me but they doesn´t see
That a day in the City, It's enough for me.

I am walking slowly from dear Fleet Street
I read the old "News", what a symphony!
I hear the bells' ringing , my old church, St Paul
A day in the City for me It's enough

and second,"I saw them through a taxi cab window"...The words tells you everything...

26/04/11 I SAW THEM THROUGH A TAXI CAB WINDOW A.BARO

I saw them through a taxi cab window
One looks at the cigarette burning between her fingers
The other tries to get her out of her mistake, perhaps

I saw them through a taxi cab window
Maybe a tear rolls down her white face
Maybe the silence is better cure than words
And I am a strange witness
Saw them through the glass of the taxi cab.

It has been a hard work’s day
But we have time to take a breath
You wish the time stops and then
You can smile for the rest.

I saw them through a taxi cab window
And in a minute, time’s moving us
Different directions, opposite stations
I hope they will win the game
And we can smile each other through a taxi cab window

Music

It has been a hard work’s day
But we have time to take a breath
You wish the time stops and then
You can smile for the rest.

I saw them through a taxi cab window
And in a minute, time’s moving us
Different directions, opposite stations
I hope they will win the game
And we can smile each other through a taxi cab window

I saw them through taxi cab window