Light at the end of the tunnel

DSC_0032, a photo by yguanhooi on Flickr.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel
There's a chance that it ain't gonna rain
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
And for once it ain't a fast moving train

All these lines in my face tell a story
Though I've never been one to complain
It's a roadmap of hard luck and glory
And some places I won't see again

There's a light at the end of the tunnel...

Dinner Table

DSC_0429, a photo by yguanhooi on Flickr.

The oldest form of theater is the dinner table.
It's got five or six people, new show every night, same players.
Good ensemble; the people have worked together a lot.

~~ Michael J Fox ~~

By the River

DSC_0997, a photo by yguanhooi on Flickr.

Met there one night on the banks of the river
Sat there holdin' hands and makin' a vow
That never would part and be happy together

Short Messages

CSC_0008, a photo by yguanhooi on Flickr.

Drop me a line, be my grapevine
I’m always trying to reach you, can’t get through
Our communication depends on me and you
Got to stay in touch even though we’re on the move
Keep your lines open, say, what’s new

Dschinghis Khan - Pistolero

English version lyrics

The boy was asleep in his parents' cabana
He woke to the thunder of guns in the night
And there in the dark he saw three Mexicanos
His father was shouting, "Boy run for your life!"
He prayed and he wept at the sight that he saw
His mama and papa lay dead on the floor
They laughed as he ran and they rode on their way
But how will it be if they see him today

Oh, Pistolero
Like an angel of death, you go
Desperado from Mexico
Never more will he run
Oh, Pistolero
Riding up through the wind and rain
With revenge burning in your brain
And your hand on your gun

A quiet little village was just south of Reno
Where someone had told him he might find the men
And there in the stairway, they're guzzling the vino
The three Mexicanos were laughing again
He pushed his sombrero away from his face
His cool cigarillo was pounding in place
The Mexicans stared at the man they can see
And wondered who this Pistolero could be

Oh, Pistolero
Like an angel of death, you go
Desperado from Mexico
Never more will he run
Oh, Pistolero
Riding up through the wind and rain
With revenge burning in your brain
And your hand on your gun

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...

You're the devil's compañero
And the devil's what you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
Death will be your compañero
While you follow your dream

He looked with contempt at the cowardly killers
His eyes were as cold as the hate in his heart
"Get ready to fire and viya con dios."
He lowered the hand that would blow them apart
Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his father
Was shouting, "Forgive them and put down your gun!"
He knew in his heart that the madness was over
He climbed on his horse and rode into the sun

Oh, Pistolero
Like an angel of death, you go
Desperado from Mexico
Never more will he run
Oh, Pistolero
Riding up through the wind and rain
With revenge burning in your brain
Now it's over and done

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
You're the devil's compañero
And the devil's what you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
Death will be your compañero
While you follow your dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...