Neil Young In the spanish evening A lot of people were watching You fumbled across the stage Found your place Not wanting to disappoint You played the ones we knew Buzzing around Like a friendly bee You seemed old Like a tree There you were In your lumberjack shirt Chasing honey Chopping wood You stopped once to play a song Then went back to work People said you were rad I've seen better wood choppers But you weren't bad
Girona
Here I slept Between crumbling bricks, noisy birds and giant bees In your shade Standing like a God Branches tangled with the sky Feelings unsettle me As gargoyles find peace
Give Me A Whiskey
Doors swing open Give me a whiskey As another Clint Eastwood Enters the metro Outside iron bars To Gaudi's fucked-up Cathedral Half waffle, half dough Left too long in the oven
Overdosing on sunlight and apples So many small, well behaved dogs Taking their time to decide Keeping everything so discreet
Turquoise Ambulancia Turquiose Ambulancia Sitting like A Turquiose Duck Wheels inflated Eyes flashing
While the onlooker Feels for crumbs Furtively fingers Carrier bags