*** Cumbia Del Sol ***

Ayer timbalero goce con mi ques de son
Ayer timbalero desde la cumbia del sol
La son la cumbia, cumbia del sol
De Orizante se va pa ya
Y que contentos todos estan
Bailando cumbia, cumbia del sol

*** Days All The Same ***

In leaving, he took a look out
Wet streets, now he's down the stairwell
The path on which he's travelled so much
Familiarity's within his clutch
The breeze cuts into his raincoat
Sidewalk moves below his feet slow
Keeps walking in a private haze
Faces pass, never break his gaze
He ambles with a fanciful thought
An outing of cackles enticed by a single thought
He enters the usual cafe
Drinks a cup and is on his way
But he's not headed for a lively space
He's well content with his own place
What others see as a horrible shame
The fact that his days are all the same

Somewhere people own a habit but deny any proof they have it
Somewhere he'll sit parading his thoughts
Past a crowd of clowns waving like robots
His world in order and locked from inside
The pull-tab key is safe in his pocket
But he's not headed for a lively place
He's well content with his own space
What others see as a horrible shame
The fact that his days are all the same

He ambles with a fanciful thought and familiarity is all he's got
In leaving, he took a look out
Wet streets, now he's down the stairwell
The path on which he's travelled so much
Familiarity's within his clutch
But he's not headed for a lively space
He's well content with his own place
What others see as a horrible shame
His mind's made up in any case
What others see as a terrible shame
His mind's made up in any case
What others see as a horrible shame
The fact is he'll never change

*** No Character ***

Sit back and look at this statistic I've got for you
It's something brand new
There's always one villain in every million I see
But then I wonder if it could be me
I've never dressed in black and tied a girl to a train rack
Good guys aren't like that
Simplisticalls disguised among the ever-growing crowd
It's mix 'n' match and I'm laughing out loud
People out there in the wrong boat have to row
Water's rough, rudder cuts through a fish then they're sinkin'
Wonder what they're thinkin', Wonder what they're thinkin'
A nightmare jury told me, "We're accusing you as the one that created confusion.
You mean old paltry swine, you imbecile.
Let you off easy this time we will
Your honesty goggles must be in blur
The charge in this case is you've got no character."
I bought a puzzle but the pieces were all the same
That drove me insane
Though in a crazy state, I figured out what it meant
This defect's perfect for this said villain
"So now when we think of or see you I'm sure the first thing we'll think of's that you've got no character."

*** Spy Market ***

I like to run through the crowded streets at night when the people are dancin' and the feelin' is right
So many things are happening at once that between the street and my feet there is no resistance
A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker
A job is a job but not undertaker
Don't forget about the market
Just take your car and park on either side of the road
But don't forget to lock it

It's all about lookin' at someone that you don't know
Who's so unaware of the casual stare
And nobody's knowin' that the grocery list is growin' like the rate of life's lawn, which they're mowin'
Call a street an isle if you want to do it
Take a wals through an alley but never find a lane
Knickknack paddywack, someone's thinkin' behind your back
You need a vacation to a club by the sea

Three more or two more, a wonderful addition to the scene that's surrounded by a transparent crew
"Ship off the old," says Captain, "block off the new stuff."
Your prankin' ain't long enough, you're talkin' to who?
It's all about lookin' at someone that you don't know
Who's so unaware of the casual stare
Ignore this practice before long they'll come to thank
You're the leader of the blind
You're one big eye

*** The Cup Rub ***

While pressing the issue at hand, a touch of steadiness upon demand would be too much a request
A galaxy of fret imposes on me
Yet still there's no one to whom this I've confessed
Now why am I nervous this time?When last night I said that I'd be fine
Thinking it par for the course my friend said, "Listen now I've somewhat figured out that geniuses consider the source."
Hold my brand shaky hand, don't flub
Not so calm for my palm, the cup rub
Library book with a spine
At this point it amounts to more than mine
And the index reveals the next page
But my precious answer does not show itself because another fool's already ripped out the stage
Hold my brand shaky hand, don't flub
Not so calm for my palm, the cup rub
Don't you dare flub
So what's the point of it all?
I thought conflicting things before were small
But back when the merriment was all a mirage
The grip I did posess firmed up the happiness
Yes, the grip I did posess exhibited a mess before this here one I'm in now came along

*** Uncomfortable Sidekick ***

I walked into a cafe
I see a little 2-Tone girl
I skanked up to her face and said,
"Gee, what a small world."
And then we started dancin'
Somethin' started to smell
It must have been sovacos but I really could not tell

(chorus)
Follow you around for the rest of your days
Never let you play cards with your friends
And when you come home late for the rest of your life she's gonna nag, nag, nag

It's been about a week or two since I met this 2-Tone girl
All my closest friends they say she really screwed up my world
I'm always afraid she'll come around and surprise me one more time
'Cause every time she thinks I'm near it's time for another good, good time

(chorus)

Man follow woman to the altar, run, daddy, run
I said man follow woman to the altar, run, daddy, run
The bitch no good for you, run, daddy, run
I said the bitch no good for you, run, daddy, run

(chorus)

*** You Take Me ***

Looking down at the pavement about an inch below my nose
I realize this falling down hurts me more and more
Where I come from it's normal to fall flat on your face
Well, in this town full of losers you're just keeping up the pace
Your worth is automatic when you feel that you can't win
It's hard to know your place in life when your nose just bleeds again
Won't you take me to the Casbah
We'll both run naked in the sand
We'll do it right into the 23rd century
You can call me what I am
With all these grains of concrete that press into my fun
I find it quite amusing that just my ass is getting sun
I have to ask the question, "maybe I'm just doing it wrong."
A life change with you just might help to get me through this song
It's hard to be pretentious when you're resting on your face
The trick's to get back on your feet and doing it with grace
Go with your gut reaction, your instincts never lie
Don't tell me what I want to hear 'cause mercy isn't kind
You gotta do what I ask you
Gotta take me from this place