This one's about to Spanish inmates commiserating and trying but failing to escape their prison. It's fairly infernal stuff. But man, is it fun to throw a little flamenco flair on the gih-tar!
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"To The Spaniards Down Below..."
Cortez: I have no place to go.
I have no place to call my own.
Roderigo: I have nothing to do.
I haven't got a hope or a clue.
Cortez: But hey! Let's say, let's say, let's say instead:
Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Oh!
Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Oh!
Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Oh!
Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Oh!
Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Oh!
Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Ally-oop! Oh!
C'mon! Let's hop on outta here!
Roderigo: I can't! I see the dark and the fear!
Cortez: Just bend the bars!
Roderigo: I can't! The bar's too large
Cortez: Just bend the bars!
Roderigo: I can't! The sky's too far!
Cortez: Just bend the goddamn bars!
Roderigo: Cortez! The guards!
Cortez: Bend the--
Roderigo: Guards!
Cortez: Here come the guards.
Both: Oh, oh, oh, oh....OH.
NEW: "10 Years (After The Twister)"
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The idea for this song came from the title of a recent Fort Worth Weekly
article. I remember being 10 years old myself when the tornado hit, and of
course ...
14 years ago
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