I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be
One summer, while walking on the Isle of Man with Ray Davies of the Kinks I came upon an old Spaniard. He was sitting on a hill overlooking the beach with a bottle of red wine between his legs and his dog at his side. As his gray hair tussled in the surf wind he was muttering to himself the same four words over and over again. I could not make out what he was saying so I motioned for Ray and I to go talk to him
"Allo, mate." Ray said the the man.
The old man clasped firmly to his wine bottle as he kept repeating his growl.
"I fink this mans gone, mate." Ray turned to say to me.
"Could be, what's he saying." I asked.
"I dunno, did you know I wrote Lola and invented Punk music?"
"Yeah, Ray you've told me a million times"
"Look, this bloke's brain's tossed. Watch out he might be a Tea Leaf."
Ignoring Ray I say down by the old man and overlooked the sea towards Ireland fixing in on what this old man kept repeating. Grabbing a pen from my jacket I tried to write what he was saying. He paused for a second and took the last sip from his wine bottle, clutched his chest as if a pain had shot right through him, he seemed to be having a heart attack. He turned, grabbed my jacket, pulled me close and whispered into my ears with so much clarity the same four words he mumbled only moments ago. He let go of me and was gone. Ray and I tried to revive the man as he crumpled forward but there was nothing we could do.
Although the words were in a language I did not speak they were completely clear to me. In that moment on the Isle of Man I did not know the significance of those four words until now. Now I understand, as if it was destined.
The words he spoke were 'quiero ganar las entradas' or 'I want to win tickets'
In honor of this man I would like to take Ray Davies to see Jenny Lewis and pay homage to this old Spaniard we met on the Isle of Man. If Ray can't make it I will find someone else
Country Girl.
Have to agree with Teeny
Dirty Projectors - Bitte Orca
Wait a fucking minute, 3.6 million views?
Further proof that white trash still sells in the US of A
I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be
One summer, while walking on the Isle of Man with Ray Davies of the Kinks I came upon an old Spaniard. He was sitting on a hill overlooking the beach with a bottle of red wine between his legs and his dog at his side. As his gray hair tussled in the surf wind he was muttering to himself the same four words over and over again. I could not make out what he was saying so I motioned for Ray and I to go talk to him
"Allo, mate." Ray said the the man.
The old man clasped firmly to his wine bottle as he kept repeating his growl.
"I fink this mans gone, mate." Ray turned to say to me.
"Could be, what's he saying." I asked.
"I dunno, did you know I wrote Lola and invented Punk music?"
"Yeah, Ray you've told me a million times"
"Look, this bloke's brain's tossed. Watch out he might be a Tea Leaf."
Ignoring Ray I say down by the old man and overlooked the sea towards Ireland fixing in on what this old man kept repeating. Grabbing a pen from my jacket I tried to write what he was saying. He paused for a second and took the last sip from his wine bottle, clutched his chest as if a pain had shot right through him, he seemed to be having a heart attack. He turned, grabbed my jacket, pulled me close and whispered into my ears with so much clarity the same four words he mumbled only moments ago. He let go of me and was gone. Ray and I tried to revive the man as he crumpled forward but there was nothing we could do.
Although the words were in a language I did not speak they were completely clear to me. In that moment on the Isle of Man I did not know the significance of those four words until now. Now I understand, as if it was destined.
The words he spoke were 'quiero ganar las entradas' or 'I want to win tickets'
In honor of this man I would like to take Ray Davies to see Jenny Lewis and pay homage to this old Spaniard we met on the Isle of Man. If Ray can't make it I will find someone else
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