• Sidesplittaz
• Panteon Rococo
• Jordan White
• Boz Scaggs

The time has come to put our differences aside
the time has come to end this genocide
who's black, who's white, it doesn't matter
if it's war or peace, I'll pick the latter
oh you'll see
in 1993
it's a world I want to see
it's a place I want to be
in 1993
1993 is the year when things begin to change
1993 is the year we find a cure for AIDS (well I hope so)
no more war or starving children
and a permanent end to communism
oh you'll see
in 1993
so stand up for what you believe in
when your thoughts aren't even
what you think is right or wrong

En la mañana en que tú te fuiste
Salio mi vida por la ventana
Busco tu cuerpo de día y de noche
Por la avenida y por el recuerdo
Quiero decirte que aún te espero
Sentada en la verja de mi ventana
Y aunque el silencio de la noche hiriente
Lastime con saña mi esperanza
La incertidumbre de no saberte conmigo
Me roba el aliento, me cortas las alas
Tu ausencia me hiere, y en lo profundo
Lastima y lancera mi existir
Duelen, duelen
Tus recuerdos en la casa
Duelen, duelen
Las palabras sin sentido
Duelen, duelen
Tus recuerdos en la casa
Duelen las palabras
No parare de buscarte, vida mía
Alguien robo de golpe toda mi alegría
Enciendo una luz por tu alma y tu sonrisa
Alguien quito de golpe toda mi alegría
En la mañana en que tu te fuiste
Salio mi vida por la ventana
Busco tu cuerpo de día y de noche
Por la avenida y por el recuerdo Quiero decirte que aún te espero
Sentada en la verja de mi ventana
Y aunque el silencio de la noche hiriente
Lastime con saña mi esperanza
No parare de buscarte, vida mía
No parare de buscarte, vida mía
No parare de buscarte, vida mía
No parare de buscarte
Buscarte
buscarte

Riding in a fast car along the shore
Never understood what those brakes were for
Say, Elliot Smith -
Can you tell us who you're up there with?
Is misery still lost between the bars
Within the stab of an acoustic guitar
What defined you was not what you had earned
Deserts filled with shock and awe
Prince George has burned
Who's mouth is full of lithium
Who's face is set in stone
Shining by a moon
We long have left alone
(Chorus)
But where were you in '93
When Kurt was on the radio
And Brenda Walsh was on the T.V.
We had somewhere to go
But we had no where to be
In the troubled years that followed 1993
You and I on a phone
Cast away of four years
The prophet's talking stone
Now there's time left to start again
Closing time, have you found a friend
In fields of gold inside the lion's den
(Chorus)
To be live on a Saturday night
To be an angel on a Sunday despite
The one who knew but gave up his song
Swore there was no gun all week long
But a trigger he became
Aimed from you and me
And Philly nearly had a winning team
Hit the ball hit the needle
But just missed the dream
Fifty two times the Buffalo cried
Shot down in Texas -
Where only seventeen survived
A truck took seven and who took warning
No one there until a warm September morning
On abandoned April evenings
A greenhouse painted red
From grade 4 bleeding
There were few left to fill the space
Middle school dance and shock on their face
They left me dry without a trace
One less song to sing
One more ghost to see
Lyrics lost amongst summer days in 1993
One less ticket you won't be paying for
Hovering beyond my bedroom door
Echo from outside the inside of the spring

It's like 1993
And it's weird as hell to me
Before they send me out
They'll have to alter
Alter me
I've done it lots before
But I don't need to ride no more
This spoof reality
Is just like outer space to me
I told you
Don't be buying no more rides
Till you got this ticket
You ain't been alive
Oooh it's awful
I did not think I would survive
Got off so fast
Had to kiss my past goodbye
It's like 1993
And it's weird as hell to me
Before they send me out
They'll have to alter
Alter me
I've done it lots before
But I don't need to ride no more
This spoof reality
Is just like outer space to me
See you waiting in line there
Till they lead you to the gate
When the nurse arrives
The crowd can hardly wait
Then you blast off crash and it's over
And if you do not survive
Your body's there
But your head does not arrive
It's like 1993
And it's weird as hell to me
Before they send me out
They'll have to alter
Alter me
I've done it lots before
But I don't need to ride no more
This spoof reality