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Satin Summer Nights
Paul Simon

Date Added: 2004-12-21 11:16:09

I been sleeping on the roof of my building
it’s cooler than the street
i been watching the setting sun
as it bounces off the avenue
turning into gold dust at my feet
carlos and yolanda
dancing in the hallway
to an old melody
spanish eyes and soft brown curls
my love, my love
come to me
I believe i’m in the power of st. lazarus
and he holds me in his sight
i know that these jitterbug days i’m living
well they won’t last for all of us
but they’ll last for a long summer night
i can feel the fire in her eyes
tonight, tonight
under satin summer skies
Bernadette
Baby, baby, baby
be my special one
i seen you move in from across the street
i like the way you walk
i love the way you run
Yolanda
Baby, baby
no more baby talk
papi, this ain’t mayaguez
Bernadette & yolanda
This is the island of nueva york
Yolanda
We’ll go through the projects
make out on the roof
count the stars like silver studs
on my motorcycle boots
Umbrella man
Wastin’ your time here man, they don’t know what i do
watcha lookin’ at, little ghetto weed
sucio, i feel like killin’ you
Banana colored light skinned spics
you feel your peel so fine
i’m hernandez, the umbrella man
your future’s locked in mine
the chaplains, and the golden guineas
the red wings and the crowns
the mighty mau maus, those shines from brooklyn
they want to cut the vampires down, down
the savage skulls, the fordham baldies
they’ll treat you like you’re piss
from the heart of the barrio now my brother
we tell them mother fuckers suck on this.
I think we got something to talk about
you’re a coolie from the turf
that’s cool, but you don’t get no respect around here unless you belong to a bopping gang...
i mean, you either belong or you get hurt
or you can buy some protection from me.
Cause if someones got to die
to pay for the shit they’ve done
i believe in an eye for an eye
now what you believe in salvador agron, mr.agron,
senor agron.
Sal
I believe i’m in the power of st. lazarus
and he holds me in his sight
i believe he watches over us all
don’t tear apart
this satin summer night
Umbrella man
Well did you bring me my money
my cab fare, my new shoes
i got expenses, you know
where’s my weekly dues
Sal
I ain’t giving you my fuckin’ money
Umbrella man
O ye mother fucker where’s this hibarro from
you go when i say, i call, you come
you know it takes a strong man to survive
it ain’t no accident that you’re still alive
We stand for the neighborhood
he still lives with his mother
but he sneaks down
a coolie in the shadow of the playground
you wanna fight for your people
don’t you sal?
Sal
Well, yeah if i got to
Umbrella man
Come here i wanna show you something
this is the cave of the vampires
count dracula’s castle
the very sight could turn a white man grey
made in the shade use my umbrella
black like the night we fly in
that blade is all you need to keep the dogs away
so you wanna be a vampire man that’s cool
we’re always looking for young blood
Carlos apache collects the dues
so bring us something that we can use
If you got the balls then come on me te mano
if you got the balls then come on me te mano
Frenchie cordero goes down to hells kitchen
to sell the irish some weed
well this patty boy’s mama was on the stoop
starts bitching about spics is a mongo breed
now here comes her son, he looks like a ton
of cornbeef floating in beer, and he says...
fucking puerto rican dope dealing punk
get your shit brown ass out of here yeah
He says fucking puerto rican dope dealing punk
get your shit brown ass out of here yeah
Well these shanty town irish beat his ass good
and fractured his collar bone
conio, all i was thinking, what home of the brave?
it’s a fucking war zone
If you got the balls then come on me te mano
if you got cohones come on me te mano
if you got the balls then come on me te mano
if you got cohones come on me te mano


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