Topic: Amazon Farewell

[Nichi]

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~Brazil~

[Nichi]

The lyrics aren't available online, so here's the best I can make out. There are verses in another language (Portugese?) - I'll just leave those as ".....".

Across this line you leave us with nothing
So you see there mister it's time to talk
I need room to walk
I said there's something wrong with your plan
I'll stay right where I am.

Across this line my people been living
For a whole lot longer than you _____
And from what we can tell of your customs, mister
Forgive me for saying, you've got lots to learn
Before you can say we've got to live your way

Across this line you leave us with nothing
But a life of hunger and pain ______
We don't like that way
But it's  ____ that map in your hand
Take a look at this land

When we are gone the story is over
Generations suddenly swept away
To make another garden a desert, mister
Forgive me for saying there's a lot to learn
Before you can say we got to live your way.


.....

.....


(Repeat the above)

[Nichi]

~Bumping in honor of Rudi going to Brazil! 

[Jahn]

Bob Dylan


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2YIf2ub3Oo

Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power)


 Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're heading?
 Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
 Seems like I been down this way before
 Is there any truth in that, senor?
 
Senor, senor, do you know where she is hiding?
 How long are we gonna be riding?
 How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
 Will there be any comfort there senor?
 
There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
 There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck
 There's a marching band still playing in that vacant lot
 Where's she held me in her arms one time and said, Forget me not.
 
Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon
 Smell the tail of the dragon
 Can't stand the suspense anymore
 Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?
 
Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
 Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
 A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
 He said, Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
 
Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather
 Well, give me a minute, let me get it together
 I just gotta pick myself up off the floor
I'm ready when you are, senor.
 
Senor, senor, let's overturn these tables
 Disconnect these cables
 This place don't make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?