It's nights like these
that make me sleep all day.
It's nights like these
that make you feel so far away.
It's nights like these
when nothing is for sure.
It's nights like these
I don't want you anymore.
And I've only got this one wish:
That I was good enough to make you forget
The only boy who ever broke your heart.
Cause nights like these tear me apart.

It's nights like these
the sad songs don't help.
It's nights like these
your heart's with someone else.
It's nights like these
I feel like giving up.
It's nights like these
I don't seem to count for much.

This beer tastes like blood
and my mouth is numb
and I can't make the words I need to say...

She had a weakness for writers,
And I--
Well, I was never that good with words anyways...

Now I've only got this one wish:
That I was good enough to make you forget
The only boy who ever broke your heart.
Cause nights like these tear me apart.

Well I'm wreckless and free now
You can't hurt me
My heart is not meant to be tamed
Your beauty and charms can't
Do me no harm, so just stop looking at me that way
Well, its plain to see you're a dangerous thing
With those hips, and those lips and those eyes
It's lucky for me that I like being free
Or I might try and make you mine
Now I might give in and kiss you
But don't plan on me stayin' long

Im leaving town
I-40 westbound
My heart aches for no one
Im right at home driving alone
Just me and the settin' sun
Well its plain to see you're a dangerous thing
With those hips, and those lips and those eyes
its lucky for me that I like being free
Or I might try and make you mine
Now I might give in and kiss you
but dont plan on me stayin' long
I might give in and kiss you
But tomorrow I will be gone

Well, I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old
All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold
All the kids are talking slang I won't pretend to understand
All my friends are getting married: mortagages and pension plans
And it's obvious my angry adolescent days are done
And I'm happy and I'm settled in the person I've become
But that doesn't mean I'm settled up and sitting out the game
Time may change a lot, but some things they stay the same

And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up

Oh, maturity's a wrapped up package deal, or so it seems
And ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams
All your friends and peers and family solemnly tell you you will
Have to grow up, be an adult, yeah, be bored and unfulfilled
Oh, when no one has yet explained to me exactly what's so great
About slaving 50 years away on something that you hate
"Look, I'm meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity"
Well, if that's your road then take it, but it's not the road for me

And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up

And, if all you ever do with all your life
Is just photosynthesize
Then you'll deserve every hour of these sleepless nights
That you waste wondering when you're gonna die

tomen asiento y cierren bien
las puertas del lugar
el espectaculo de hoy
va a comenzar

el trapecista pierde el miedo
y vuelve a volar
la dama de goma contorsiona
su fragilidad

son un fenomeno
son un fenomeno

el tragasables se perfora
y vuelve a sanar
busca el amor de una mujer
que no sabe amar

es un fenomeno
es un fenomeno

y sabe que hay un
lugar en este mundo
en donde puedes ser tu mismo

todos tenemos distorsiones
en el corazon
y todos sabemos esconder
nuestra condicion

somos fenomenos
somos fenomenos

y saben que hay un
lugar en este mundo
en donde puedes ser tu mismo

Let's begin at the beginning
We're lovers and we're losers
Heroes and we're pioneers
We're beggars and we're choosers
Skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic
And we're almost on the guest list
But we're always stuck in traffic
We've watched our close associates
Often play their parts...
Chatting up the "it" girls
And they're tearing up the charts
While we were playing with coppers to get our rounds in at the bar
We're the "C-team,"
We're the "almost famous"
"Old friends of the stars"...

Justin is the last great romantic poet...
He's the only one among us who is ever gonna make it
We planned the revolution from a cheap Southampton bistro
I don't remember details, but there were English boys with banjos
Jay is our St. George and he's standing on a wooden chair
And he sings songs and he slays dragons, but he's losing all his hair
And Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons
In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London
And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description
But it's pretty clear he's vital to the whole damn operation
And Dave Danger smiles at strangers,
Tre's the safest the girl I know
And Zo and Harps will scamper off to victory in the City we call home...

And we won't change our ways.
We will proud remain.
When the glory fades
When the glory fades...

Yeah, I'm sick and tired of people who are living on the "B-list"
Yeah, they're waiting to be famous and they're wondering why they do this--
And I know I'm not the one who is habitually optimistic
But, I'm the one who's got the microphone here
So, just remember this--
Well, life is about love--lost minutes and lost evenings...
About fire in our bellies and about furtive little feelings
And the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering
And they help us with remembering that the only thing left to do is:

Live

After all the loving and losing
After all the heroes and the pioneers
The only thing that's left to do is:

Get another round in at the bar.

Well, a teacher of mine once told me
That life was just a list of disappointments and defeats
And you could only do your best,
And I said, "Well, that's a fucking cop-out, you're just washed up and your tired, and when I get to your age I won't be such a coward."
But these day I sit at home, known to shout at my TV
And Punk Rock didn't live up to what I hoped that it could be
And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young
Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs
And I packed all my panflets with my bibles at the back of the shelf

Well, it was bad enough the feeling, and the first time it hit
When you realised your parents had let the world all go to shit
And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died
Had been killed off in the committees and left to die by the wayside
But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah, by idiot fucking hippies in 50 different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60's battle re-enactment
And I hung-up my banner in disgust and I head for the door

Oh, but once we were young, and we were crass enough to care
But I guess you live and learn, we won't make that mistake again, no
Oh, but surely just for one day, we could fight and we could win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible

Well, we've been a good few hours drinking
So I'm going to say what everyone's thinking
If we're stuck on this ship and it's sinking
Then we might as well have a parade
Because if it's still going to hurt in the morning
And a better plan's yet to get forming
Then where's the harm spending an evening
In manning the old barricades, so come on old friends to the streets
Let's be 1905 but not 1917, let's be heroes, let's be martyrs, let's be radical thinkers
Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams
Let's divide up the world into the damned and safe
And then ride to the valleys like the old life brigade
And straighten our backs and we won't be afraid
And they'll celebrate our deaths with a national parade

So come on let's be young, let's be crass enough to care
Let's refuse to live and learn, let's make all our mistakes again yes
And then darling, just for one day, we can fight and we can win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible
Leave the mourning to the morning
Yeah, pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
But memories of hope, and glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat

Stand Navy out to sea
Fight our battle cry
We'll never change our course
So vicious foe steer shy
Roll out the TNT
Anchors aweigh
Sail on to victory
And sink their bones to Davey Jones, hooray!

Anchors aweigh my boys
Anchors aweigh
Farewell to foreign shores
We sail at the break of day
Through our last night ashore
Drink to the foam
Until we meet again
Here's wishing you a happy voyage home

Blue of the mighty deep
Gold of God's great sun
Let these our colors be
'Till all of time be done
By seven seas we learn
Navy's stern call
Faith, courage, service true,
With honor over honor, over all.


Tonight I say goodbye to my beloved dixie cup.

My dear Dixie Cup,

I replaced you with every inspection, but I have always been loyal --and you to me. You shielded my brow during very long Change of Command ceremonies and were with me each time I laid a dear friend to rest. I honestly thought we would have another year together, but like all good things, this too must end.

I will never forget the times we have shared. I will never betray what you represent. Although it is painful to bury you as you've buried so many others with me, this is a joyous moment. I will never think of you as dead or gone, but instead I will remember you with pride. I regret nothing. You have been with me through the best and worst times of my life and I owe you everything. I will forever be in your debt.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, but I can honestly say, I hope to never wear you again, as that would mean I totally screwed something up and let's face it, no one wants that, especially not you, my little friend.

You've stuck by my side through the highest highs and the lowest lows. You've been stolen by one-night-stands and psycho ex girlfriends. You've been blown from my head and into the ocean alongside a pier, leaving me coverless and looking stupid. You've been left in a bar in Puerto Rico, Guam, New York, and Norfolk. You've been worn by others who were not worthy and you didn't even mind. You've been traded for cab fare to a total stranger on the street. You've been stenciled and one-lined and stenciled again. You've been stolen from my cage by turds who could not maintain their uniforms. You've even stood 2 Captain's Masts with teammates who did not have one of you for themselves in those moments, when you yourself were guilty of no such charges. You've been irresistible to foreign women alongside your faithful Cracker Jacks whom I also hold so dear...

Goodbye precious friend. In the unlikely event that we should meet again and I require your services, just know that I would gladly accept you on my head and in my heart. And, if you could please stop turning yellow every 3 months, I think it is something that everyone will appreciate.

Fare thee well, Dixie Cup. May you continue to serve so gallantly as you have done for so long.

Farewell.

I will never forget. I will never forget. I will never forget.

¿Para quién llevas ésta antorcha, jovencito?
¿Vos crees en algo?
¿O la llevas unicamente para quemar cosas al suelo?

Encuéntrame en el autopista de peaje, cariño
Porque creemos en todo
Si sudamos a chorros esas dudas, por cierto nos ahogarán
Entonces nos ponemos con cinturón en esa maquina ya
Con un Dios que encontramos debajo el asiento de atras

¿Qué has aprendido esta noche?
Estás brillando tan fuerte, cosita mía apenas feliz.
Sos una voz que nunca canta
Eso es lo que digo yo.
Estás congealando sobre infierno
Estás llegando al final que conoces bien
Solo puedes culpar a ti mismo.
Es lo que digo.

Mandes tus hijas a ignorarme ¿Pensas eso arreglaráme
Y occultarme bajo la alfombra?
Mientras estás golpeando todos con el libro quien este libro
Te manda amar
Hay una brasa en el corazón del horno
Estrella fuerte con amor
Quemando todo mis pecados hasta no hay nada pero cenizes
Pero manteniendo con cuidado en tu cigarillo

¿Qué has aprendido esta noche?
Estás brillando tan fuerte, cosita mía apenas feliz.
Sos una voz que nunca canta
Eso es lo que digo yo.
Estás congealando sobre infierno
Estás llegando al final que conoces bien
Solo puedes culpar a ti mismo.
Es lo que yo digo.

Siento como podemos escapar todo
Quizas lo desecharé por miedo de un sol de plata
Si intentas organizar una labarinta de tus mentiras
Es tan dificil salvar
Has abandonado todos

Cadence: your boots down Alvorado,
along the bus stop, near the Safeway.
You were asking all the
other black-clad girls for advice
and had ambitious eyes--
A snapshot of you.

We went down to the wharf one night;
you made a joke about falling in
and being attacked by an otter...
I told you about the
Santee, Cooper, and Ashley rivers,
where the waves
roll brown instead of aqua marine.
I told you
about the decay of the South, in general,
and how it had all meant something more
to better people than we'll ever be - all lost now.
Times have had defiance, nonconformity,
and indomitable will.
The fortitude it must have taken to put it all on the line...
“Fuck you, and what are you going to do about it” -
all sullied by bigotry and narrow-minded idiots.
All that passion and rebellion reduced
to mindless talk-show anecdotes -
A far cry from the cool,
cleanliness of this city, by comparison.
You asked me about places I've been,
all the cities you'd never seen.
You flattered me; made me
feel world-aware,
even weary,
reminded me that I'm just barely older than you.

"I have a boyfriend," you said, kiss, kiss.
You always do; always have.
Since when did we ever
let that stand between us (and the ocean)?

I remember you in a bus terminal in Los Angeles,
herded from line to line,
waiting with a guy I barely knew.
I thought of you alone across the country...
Every thousand miles,
another hour lost
to invisible lines that run across the landscape.
I didn't know then that you'd never, once, left me at all...

Que voy a estar dócil, si vino un imbécil a hacerme difícil una noche fácil
Se piensa que es ágil, pero es medio fósil y obviarlo es inútil justo que estoy frágil
Sé que soy débil y medio volátil y que como un pujil, mi lucha es estéril
que venga un inútil, a hacerse el versátil, me deja inmóvil como el doctor Jekyll

Voy a estar dúctil, si cuenta tan grácil que va a en su automóvil fumando un dan gil
y que tuvo un par de problemas en Nashville, uno eréctil y otro bursátil
No le anda el portátil, para enviar un e-mail, jugar al play móvil, leer un faximil
y mi mente fértil, cuestiona muy hábil y es disímil de vida tan inverosímil

No estoy fácil no, no estoy dócil no
no estoy cordial ni sensato, no tengo ninguna razón para estarlo
No estoy calmo no, no estoy sobrio no
no estoy alegre bien claro, no tengo ninguna razón para estarlo

Que voy a estar sobrio, si todo es tan turbio, prefiero estar ebrio y sin equilibrio
como dice el proverbio, allá en mi suburbio “perdí mi manubrio, pero no masco vidrio”
El futuro es sombrío y soy puro nervio, parezco un disturbio entre un bosnio y un serbio
Lo digo con brío, pero sin resabio que todo es un bodrio sin pecar de soberbio

Que voy a estar calmo, no voy palmo a palmo y siempre le pido peras al olmo
a veces reclamo y no me reprimo si en mi casa hay un grumo, ya sería el colmo
este tramo de trama yo no lo filmo y si hay uno lo imprimo en la cabeza de un yelmo
esto no es una promo y ya estoy al extremo, de rezar como un plomo un santo a San Telmo

No estoy fácil no, no estoy dócil no
no estoy cordial ni sensato, no tengo ninguna razón para estarlo
No estoy calmo no, no estoy sobrio no
no estoy alegre bien claro, no tengo ninguna razón para estarlo

Que voy a estar claro, si todo es tan duro y aunque ya ni lloro, a veces suspiro
y como un bolillero puede ser certero, entre tanto entrevero poder dar un giro
Será pasajero, este clima tan raro porque en el apuro nada es duradero
y mis días que eran de oro y zafiro, ahora son un tesoro yendo al sumidero

Sé que no quiero seguir en lo obscuro ni del futuro quedar al amparo
igual que un vampiro frente a un justiciero o un carcelero en seguro de paro
y a pesar que es impuro este juego grosero, no le disparo ni me retiro
no soy un cordero a matar con cianuro, soy un guerrero y todavía respiro

No soy fácil no, no soy dócil no
no estoy cordial ni sensato, no tengo ninguna razón para estarlo
No estoy calmo no, no estoy sobrio no
no estoy alegre bien claro, no tengo ninguna razón para estarlo