Y va otra noche sin dormir le arranco un ala al corazón Contemplo al mundo en un espejo quebrado Como un satélite de tu amor y giras, y giro, me giras Y todo da vueltas sin parar Son malos pensamientos Muy dentro de mí Son malos pensamientos Libéralos de mí Y cuando miro hacia atrás Ya no hay lugar donde ir y a veces nada, nada tiene sentido Es como un carrusel de fotos, y fotos oscuras Un sueño, de un sueño en espiral Son malos pensamientos muy dentro de mí Son malos pensamientos Libéralos de mí, Libéralos de mí.
Many years back, I was sitting in a movie theater with my dad, who was a jazz pianist. This song came on as one of the random songs they played before the movie, and I was totally captivated. My dad said, "I'm pretty sure that's Artie Shaw, and I think the song is called 'Flame.'" Well, he had the artist right but the title wrong. It was years before I found it again, and here it is. Just as captivating as when I first heard it as a teenager.
I saw many asking for lyrics…here they are! Pin this for the poor lost folks, they deserve to know what this great song is sayin! *** [Verse 1] Getting late on this Sunday evening Poor Lightin' gotta go home and take him some rest Gettin' late on this Sunday evenin' Poor Lightin' gotta go home and take some rest You know I gotta pick cotton tomorrow Monday Little girl you know that's gonna be a solid bet [Verse 2] Woah, I don't weigh but 95 pounds 100 pound is too much load for me to push I don't weigh but 90 pound, boy A 100 pound is too much load for me to push I can straighten out in the field, it's too darn Lightnin' Go 'head on boy and get your sack full They was talkin' about cotton [Bridge] I get casual keen [Verse 3] I stood straight up in the field Lookin' around tryin' to find me some shade Woah, lord have mercy Poor Lightnin' tryin' to find him some shade Poor mama sittin' down with her pencil and paper Figurin' up every dime that the family made I'm gonna play it, play it on if you cut that out [Verse 4] My daddy was a sack shaker Came at an eye straight down that road Come out in Mississippi too My daddy was a sack shaker Came at an eye straight down that road Woah, every time I go way up He said "Go 'head, Lightnin', get me some more" He was talkin' about cotton Ah yeah
QUE PENA QUE ESTE TIPEJO ES KAKA...DE VEZ EN CUANDO ME GUSTABA ESCUCHAR SU MÚSICA, LAMENTABLEMENMTE TUVE QWUE CANCELAR A TODOS...TAMPOCO ES QUE LO ESCUCHE, EL QUE ME DOLIÓ UN POQUITO MÁS FUE EL MERSA DEL INDIO...PERO BUEH, GENTE DE MRDA, BYE, QUE TERMINEN EN DONDE TENGAN QU ETERMINAR, SEGURAMENTE YA LOS VEREMOS DEFENDIENDO LAS IDEAS DE LA LIBERTAD A TODOS ESTOS KUKAS KAKAS
Recuerdos del liceo, con mis amigas, íbamos a todas partes, sin peligros, salíamos toda la noche, grandes vacaciones en Ventana y Dichato, privilugeadas de nuestros 17 primaveras, grande Miguel Mateos😊❤🎉
Estate 2005, inizio la seconda liceo e scopro che la ragazza che avevo conosciuto al mare sarebbe entrata in prima nella mia stessa sezione.. “Non ce la faccio, troppi ricordi”
Vivi mi adolesencia con algunas con estas maravillosas canciones uuuufffffff...que emocion mas grande hoy tengo 54 años connran solo escucharlas me llevan inmediatamente de vuelta a mi juventud con mis amigos seres amados los que algunos ya no estan ..desde chile un abrazo ..!!!
What a sexy song! I remember hearing this while playing BioShock 2 and being absolutely stunned by it, followed by frustration that I couldn't find it anywhere. Thank God for Shazam!
