• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Tendederos - OCTAVIA
• Tonight We Rise - Kid Liberty
• To Aunt Rose - Allen Ginsberg

no morirán las caricias
voy a encontrar tu cuerpo en mi piel
roces de fuego
besos de miedo
no morirá el placer
todo el mundo busca bajo el sol
todo el mundo tiene una obsesión
no morirá el deseo
languidece la razón
estoy a merced de tus labios sedientos
no morirá la sensación
todo el mundo busca bajo el sol
sombras en el cielo
cuatro filtros
nunca un color
todo el mundo busca bajo el sol
sombras en el cielo
siempre en busca de una obsesión
no morirá...
flota en el aire la pasión
erotismo o "prueba de amor"
no morirá la seducción.
no morira mi amor por ti
Mary luz

This place it's a ghost town
It's been raining for days
Raining for days
And I've been begging for sunlight to shine and revive
This town and these hearts that
Have drowned in the fight
The sky is falling
And the sounds of thunder fills the sky
I've never felt so good I've never felt so right
They say
This world we want a war
But around here we only want to party
So let's start it start the party yeah
So let it rain
Oh let it pour
Oh let the sky fall down on me
Oh let it rain
Oh let it pour
Tonight we rise
To heights so high
That they begin to scare you
Tonight we rise
To heights so high
That they begin to scare you
And I know that the rain
Rain will go away
But it'll show its face another day
And I'll
Be right here waiting
Waiting to sing this same old song
Why would you run away
It's the perfect day to celebrate
So we dance dance the night away
We dance dance dance the night away
So let it rain
Oh let it pour
Oh let the sky fall down on me
Oh let it rain
Oh let it pour
Tonight we rise
To heights so high
That they begin to scare you
Tonight we rise
To heights so high
That they begin to scare you
So don't you be afraid we cry
Bravery bravery
So don't you be afraid we cry bravery
So lay your life on the line

Aunt Rose-now-might I see you
with your thin face and buck tooth smile and pain
of rheumatism-and a long black heavy shoe
for your bony left leg
limping down the long hall in Newark on the running carpet
past the black grand piano
in the day room
where the parties were
and I sang Spanish loyalist songs
in a high squeaky voice
(hysterical) the committee listening
while you limped around the room
collected the money-
Aunt Honey, Uncle Sam, a stranger with a cloth arm
in his pocket
and huge young bald head
of Abraham Lincoln Brigade
-your long sad face
your tears of sexual frustration
(what smothered sobs and bony hips
under the pillows of Osborne Terrace)
-the time I stood on the toilet seat naked
and you powdered my thighs with calamine
against the poison ivy-my tender
and shamed first black curled hairs
what were you thinking in secret heart then
knowing me a man already-
and I an ignorant girl of family silence on the thin pedestal
of my legs in the bathroom-Museum of Newark.
Aunt Rose
Hitler is dead, Hitler is in Eternity; Hitler is with
Tamburlane and Emily Bronte
Though I see you walking still, a ghost on Osborne Terrace
down the long dark hall to the front door
limping a little with a pinched smile
in what must have been a silken
flower dress
welcoming my father, the Poet, on his visit to Newark
-see you arriving in the living room
dancing on your crippled leg
and clapping hands his book
had been accepted by Liveright
Hitler is dead and Liveright's gone out of business
The Attic of the Past and Everlasting Minute are out of print
Uncle Harry sold his last silk stocking
Claire quit interpretive dancing school
Buba sits a wrinkled monument in Old
Ladies Home blinking at new babies
last time I saw you was the hospital
pale skull protruding under ashen skin
blue veined unconscious girl
in an oxygen tent
the war in Spain has ended long ago