In the new hotel, on Fiesta Night, the staff are bored;
Donna Ysabel dances zombie-like, the guests applaud...
The color is local, the tourists are tanned,
the natives are restless and everything's second-hand.
Places disappear, but the names endure as alibis;
memory's hazy here, no-one's really sure of how time flies...
Well drunk, the bass player cries into his beer –
are Ysabel's mother or Ysabel dancing here?
After hours all the couriers are in the bar
round the corner with the drivers in a game of cards...
In bursts Ysabel, her hair let loose, her limbs set free;
something about Ysabel's dance.
It's a shrinking world, it's a fun-packed cruise, a museum trip:
skirt the native girl, check the rabid dog, rejoin the ship.
There's no Charlie Mingus, his Tijuana's gone...
this smile for the camera is all just a tourist con.
But after hours all the couriers and drivers know
of a cantina where there's every chance that she might show;
and maybe Ysabel will dance the dance for real again,
her mother's footsteps, vice and virtue, lust and love and pain.
something about Ysabel's dance...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:18.09]In the new hotel, on Fiesta Night, the staff are bored;
[00:40.68]Donna Ysabel dances zombie-like, the guests applaud...
[00:51.90]The color is local, the tourists are tanned,
[00:58.80]the natives are restless and everything's second-hand.
[01:21.24]Places disappear, but the names endure as alibis;
[01:38.82]memory's hazy here, no-one's really sure of how time flies...
[01:55.11]Well drunk, the bass player cries into his beer –
[02:07.38]are Ysabel's mother or Ysabel dancing here?
[02:34.89]After hours all the couriers are in the bar
[02:45.57]round the corner with the drivers in a game of cards...
[02:57.36]In bursts Ysabel, her hair let loose, her limbs set free;
[03:11.88]something about Ysabel's dance.
[03:47.64]It's a shrinking world, it's a fun-packed cruise, a museum trip:
[03:58.20]skirt the native girl, check the rabid dog, rejoin the ship.
[04:22.26]There's no Charlie Mingus, his Tijuana's gone...
[04:34.38]this smile for the camera is all just a tourist con.
[06:01.65]But after hours all the couriers and drivers know
[06:05.07]of a cantina where there's every chance that she might show;
[06:15.66]and maybe Ysabel will dance the dance for real again,
[06:26.25]her mother's footsteps, vice and virtue, lust and love and pain.
[06:35.79]something about Ysabel's dance...
In the new hotel, on Fiesta Night, the staff are bored;
Donna Ysabel dances zombie-like, the guests applaud...
The color is local, the tourists are tanned,
the natives are restless and everything's second-hand.
Places disappear, but the names endure as alibis;
memory's hazy here, no-one's really sure of how time flies...
Well drunk, the bass player cries into his beer –
are Ysabel's mother or Ysabel dancing here?
After hours all the couriers are in the bar
round the corner with the drivers in a game of cards...
In bursts Ysabel, her hair let loose, her limbs set free;
something about Ysabel's dance.
It's a shrinking world, it's a fun-packed cruise, a museum trip:
skirt the native girl, check the rabid dog, rejoin the ship.
There's no Charlie Mingus, his Tijuana's gone...
this smile for the camera is all just a tourist con.
But after hours all the couriers and drivers know
of a cantina where there's every chance that she might show;
and maybe Ysabel will dance the dance for real again,
her mother's footsteps, vice and virtue, lust and love and pain.
something about Ysabel's dance...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:18.09]In the new hotel, on Fiesta Night, the staff are bored;
[00:40.68]Donna Ysabel dances zombie-like, the guests applaud...
[00:51.90]The color is local, the tourists are tanned,
[00:58.80]the natives are restless and everything's second-hand.
[01:21.24]Places disappear, but the names endure as alibis;
[01:38.82]memory's hazy here, no-one's really sure of how time flies...
[01:55.11]Well drunk, the bass player cries into his beer –
[02:07.38]are Ysabel's mother or Ysabel dancing here?
[02:34.89]After hours all the couriers are in the bar
[02:45.57]round the corner with the drivers in a game of cards...
[02:57.36]In bursts Ysabel, her hair let loose, her limbs set free;
[03:11.88]something about Ysabel's dance.
[03:47.64]It's a shrinking world, it's a fun-packed cruise, a museum trip:
[03:58.20]skirt the native girl, check the rabid dog, rejoin the ship.
[04:22.26]There's no Charlie Mingus, his Tijuana's gone...
[04:34.38]this smile for the camera is all just a tourist con.
[06:01.65]But after hours all the couriers and drivers know
[06:05.07]of a cantina where there's every chance that she might show;
[06:15.66]and maybe Ysabel will dance the dance for real again,
[06:26.25]her mother's footsteps, vice and virtue, lust and love and pain.
[06:35.79]something about Ysabel's dance...
I loved the Noise,
electric breath;
Noise filled the emptiness,
roared in the emptiness.
A noise to strip the paper clean off the wall,
a noise to cra...
Sweetheart, I want to hold back nothing,
sweetheart, I want to give my all.
Roll on the feminine side,
the lion lies down with the lamb.
Beneath the ...
Here's the edge,
this is the moment
when all the fear floods in apace.
Time to clear my head,
my demeanour emboldened,
of trepidation betray no trace....
i) Flying Blind
I always forget how crazy things are
so sometimes it catches me off my guard
when they make sense.
The line on the road trail the arro...
Trapped like a rabbit by the future glare,
onrushing headlights that blind you,
a frightened runaway,
at least you know I care,
I will seek, I will se...
See the old man acting like a fool,
yeah, he's running from the ambulance.
When he was a youngster he broke all the rules –
now he says that was just ...
So
if it's just so then
where is it now when
I find the moment
uncertain?
Broken water pail –
no moon in the water,
try to hold it now.
So
I want to h...
Drawing back the curtains,
Sluggish city daylight in the afternoon...
Just before you walk out of the hotel room.
Each time we're so close I assume
Th...
Won't hear a sound at Porton Down,
the clear liquids keep their silence,
buried underground at Porton Down
the fast form of the final violence.
Quite ...