September 29, 2008
Le ronca los cojones
Having a good Monday? Think it's going to be a good week?
Here, let me change that for ya:
H/T Ernesto.
Update: Cigar Mike -- Here are the lyrics in case you don't want to hear the wuss' singing.
Sometimes I get to feeling low
Wish I could just pick up and go somewhere new
Change my point of view
Maybe somewhere I don’t know
Toss the idea to and fro
Not sure what makes it come and go
There it is again sweet music on the wind
Over the Gulf of Mexico
I’m going to down to Cuba someday soon
Following that Caribbean moon
It’s been too long since I’ve been there
I’m going down to Cuba with my friends
Down where the rhythm never ends
Where women where gardenias in their hair
People will tell you it’s not easy
You’re not supposed to go, they say
They say that Cuba is the enemy
I’m going down there anyway
I’m going down to Cuba to see my friends
Down where the rhythm never ends
No problem is too difficult to solve
Yeah times are tough down there it’s true
But you know they’re going to make it through
They make such continuous use of the verb to resolve
They’ve got to deal with that embargo
Enough to drive any country insane
They might not know the things you and I know
They do know what to do in a hurricane
Maybe I’ll go through Mexico
Old Jesse Helms don’t have to know
Anyway all the allies of the new message
Travel to Cuba everyday
I’m going down to Cuba to see my friends
Down where the rhythm never ends
Where by comparison my trouble will just unravel
I’m North American, you know
Don’t like to hear where I can’t go
Free people will insist on the freedom to travel
I’m going to drink the running mojito
And walk out on the malecón
In one hand a monte cristo
And in the other and ice cream cone
I’m going down to cuba with my band
We’re going to formulate a plan
Whereby we obtain that cultural delusion
If I told you once I told you thrice
It’ll put a smile on your face to see a Chevrolet with a soviet transmission
I bet the country cast a spell
And there are things I think of still
Like the beauty of that woman that spoke to me
In the hotel nacional
I’m gonna book my flight today
I’m definitely on my way
Just hold my place and I’ll get back in the race
And I’m back in the USA
Posted by Val Prieto at September 29, 2008 10:18 AM
Comments
If I ever have to opportunity to meet Mr. Browne, I'll be sure to punch him in the gut as hard as I can and then when he's on the ground I'll kick him in the teeth.
Posted by: Henry Louis Gomez ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.babalublog.com/nav-commenters.gif)
at September 29, 2008 10:27 AM
Why can't they just leave Cuba alone? If you needed anymore proof of why tourism is a bad thing, here it is. By the way, is this a video or a Jackson Browne, circa 1975 beauty pageant? I hope "a fan" put it up. Comemierda.
Posted by: rsnlk at September 29, 2008 10:33 AM
he hasn't written a decent song since running on empty.
Posted by: Cigar Mike Pancier at September 29, 2008 10:36 AM
Mike:
you didn't care for JB's "Lawyers in Love?"
Posted by: Gusano at September 29, 2008 10:49 AM
Jackson Brown is a wus. he did come up with some good lines in the song "Take it Easy", but his stuff is musak to my ears....
Posted by: Cigar Mike Pancier at September 29, 2008 10:55 AM
Jackson Browne makes me ashamed to be half-Norwegian.
Posted by: PTG at September 29, 2008 10:58 AM
If Obama wins, he won't need to go down to Cuba.
Posted by: saritaaz at September 29, 2008 10:59 AM
But he won't live there, will he? Just like some folks we know and love, their convictions are as thin as paper.
Posted by: George L. Moneo at September 29, 2008 11:17 AM
Any of you get the connection? Jack-ass Browne beat his girlfriend, Darryl Hannah. Another fifo lover, Sean Penn, beat his then wife, Madonna. What is it about communist that they love to beat up women?
Posted by: Uranus_attacks at September 30, 2008 03:27 AM
You got some of the lyrics wrong. Here are the corrections:
Sometimes I get to feeling low,
cause I aint had a hit since nineteen eight foe,
I'm going down to Cuba someday soon,
following my hero, the argentine buffoon,
It's been too long since I been there,
last time I went they locked me up for having long hair,
I'm going down to Cuba with my rich white friends,
down where the misery never ends,
where the women put gardenias in their underware,
cause they don't have enough tampons,
people tell you it's not easy,
you're not supposed to go they say,
They say Cuba is the enemy of the USA,
but hell, thats why I was going anyway
I'm going down to Cuba to see my imprisoned friends,
Down where the poverty never ends,
no problema is to difficult to solve,
just lock it up or shoot it in the head,
but you know they're going to make it through,
with the hope fifo will be dead in a day or two,
they've got to deal with communism,
enough to drive any country insane,
they may not know what you and I know,
like freedom of speech and the freedom to come and go,
Maybe I'll go through Mexico,
hire a maid and a gardner for this rich white gringo,
anyway the pseudo-commies travel to Cuba everyday,
I'm going down to Cuba to see my locked up friends,
down where the persecution never ends,
where by comparison my troubles will unravel,
I'm a Yankee white boy you know,
I'll sail down in a yacht,
passing Cubanos floating by in barrels.
Posted by: Uranus_attacks at September 30, 2008 04:07 AM
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