Sunday, December 31, 2006

August and Everything After

Que hay en esta canción?
Bueno, nunca fue editada realmente y le dió nombre al primer disco de Counting Crows... solo existe una vercioncita por ahí en vivo y es buenisima... tambien es la portada del album, pedazos de la letra...

Hoy es el último día del año y el blog ha estado abandonado por un montón de pavadas... espero ponerme más serio este año aunque no me lean mucho... compromiso...

August and Everything After

(Counting Crows)

They’re wakin’ up Maria

‘cause everybody else has got some place to go

She makes a little motion with her head,

rolls over, and says she’s gonna sleep for a couple minutes more

I said I’m sorry to Maria

for all the cold-hearted things that I have done

I said I’m sorry by now at least once

to just about everyone

She says I’ve forgotten what I’m supposed to do today

And it slips my mind what I’m supposed to say

We’re getting older and older and older

and always a little further out of the way

You look into her eyes

and it’s more than your heart will allow

And August and everything after

you get a little less than you expected somehow

Well I stumbled into Washington Square

just as the sun began to rise

And I laid down on the lawn of the cathedral

and laid down and the shadow of St. Mary’s in the sky

And I’m just one of these late model children

waiting for the king

But there ain’t no sign of Elvis in San Francisco

it’s just me and I’m playin’ this rock and roll thing

She wants to be just like me

And I want every damn thing I can see

You know one day you’re Daddy’s little angel

The next day you’re everything he wanted you to be

They dress you up in white satin

and they give you your very own pair of wings

In August and everything after

I’m after everything

I said yeah yeah yeah yeah - lalala

Well you got your reservations

and you got your seven-million dollar home

You got the number of some girl in New York City

who’s always wide awake

so you never spend the night alone

You got a nasty little habit

of peekin’ down the shirts of all the little girls

as they pass you by

And I wonder when it all catches up to you

and they finally take you down–

are you gonna cry?

Well I already got my disease

So take your fuckin’ filthy hands off of me

Yeah well I hope you weren’t expecting to be crucified–

The best that they can do

is to hang you from the nearest tree

It’s midnight in San Francisco

and I’m waiting here for Jesus on my knees

And August and everything after

I want somebody else to bleed for me

I said yeah yeah yeah lalala...

They came down from North Dakota

with confidence in the military mind

And now everyone I know is turning showgirl

and dancing with their shirt off

in some Las Vegas hotel line

So I’m going’ down to Los Angeles

to plead for my immediate release

And the lawyer says, ‘yeah we’ll let you go

but you gotta give us a better reason

than ‘please, please, please”

But I no longer know how to pray

I live in dog town and it’s a Dalmatian parade

And I, I change my spots over and over

but they never seem to fade away

I am the last remaining Indian

looking for the place where the buffalo roam

In August and everything after

man them buffalo ain’t never comin’ home

And I said in August and everything after

man them buffalo ain’t never comin’ home

I said oh yeah yeah yeah lalala