Letra
Station to Station
Autor: David Bowie

The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no color
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean
Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth
There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stays
Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sun birds to soar with
And once I could never be down
Got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European cannon is here
I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass without her
It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European cannon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European cannon is here
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European cannon is here
I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass without her
It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European cannon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European cannon is here

Letra
Life in the Fast Lane
Autores: Joe Walsh, Glenn Frey y Don Henley

He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
and she was terminally pretty
she held him up and he held for ransom
in the heart of the cold, cold city
he had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
they said he was ruthless said he was crude
they had one thing in common: they were good in bed
she'd say, "faster, faster. "the lights are turning red."
Life in the fast lane surely make you lose your mind
life in the fast lane
Eager for action and hot for the game
the comming attraction, the drop of a name
they knew all the right people; they took all the right pills
they threw outrageous parties; they paid heavenly bills
there were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
she pretended not to notice she was caught up in the race
out every evenin' until it was light
he was too tired to make it; she was too tired to fight about it.
Life in the fast lane surely make you lose your mind
life in the fast lane
life in the fast lane everything all the time
life in the fast lane
Blowin' and burnin' blinded by thirst
they didn't see the stop sign; took a turn for the worst
she said, "listen, baby. you can hear the engine ring.
"we've been up and down this highway; haven't seen a god-damn thing."
he said, "call the doctor. i think i'm gonna crash."
"the doctor say he's coming but you gotta pay in cash."
they were rushing down that freeway; messed around and got lost
they didn't care they were just dyin' to get off.
And it was life in the fast lane
surely make you lose your mind
life in the fast lane
life in the fast lane everything all the time
life in the fast lane
Letra
Cocaine
Autor: J.J. Cale

If you want to hang out, you've gotta take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie,
Cocaine
If you got that lose, you want to kick them blues, cocaine
When your day is done, and you want to ride on cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie,
Cocaine
If your day is gone, and you want to ride on, cocaine
Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back, cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie,
Cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie,
Cocaine
Letra
For Your Life
Autores: Jimmy Page y Robert Plant

You said I was the only
With my lemon in your hand
Oh oh oh oh
Exhibition is your habit
Emotion second hand
Oh oh oh oh
Had to pull away to save me
Maybe next time around
Oh
And she said, don't you want to?
Don't you want to cook it, cook it, cook it?
Hadn't planned to, could not stand to try it, fry it, na na na yeah
Ooh, heard a cry for mercy
In the city of the damned
Oh oh babe, damned
In the pits you go no lower
The next stop's underground
Oh, hello underground
Wine and roses ain't quite over
Fate deals a losing hand
And I said, didn't mean to, did not mean to fail
You didn't plan it, you over-ran it
You want to do it, you want to
You want to do it when you want to
You want to do it, do it when you want to
When you blow it, babe
You got to blow it right
Oh baby, if you fake it, mama
Baby, fake with all your might
When you fake it, mama
Please fake it right (for yourself babe)
When you fake it baby
You're fakin' it for your life, for your life
For your life, for your life
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it when you want to
Do it, do it, do it
Do it when you want to
Oh, I can have you, baby
But I don't know what to do, yeah
Sometime, baby
Nothin' I could do
On the balance of a crystal
Payin' through the nose
And when they couldn't resist you
I thought you'd go with the flow
And now your stage is empty, bring down the curtain, baby please
Fold up your show
Hadn't planned to
Could not stand to fry in it
Hadn't planned it
I over-ran it (fryin')
For your life
For your life

Letra
Hitchhiker
Autor: Neil Young

When I was a hitchhiker on the road
I had to count on you
But you needed me to ease the load
And for conversation too
Or did you just drive on through.

You didn't see me in Toronto
When I first tried out some hash
Smoked some then and I'll do it again
If I only had some cash
Only had some cash.

Then I tried amphetamines
And my head was in a glass
Taped underneath the speedometer wires
Of my '48 Buick's dash.
But I knew that wouldn't last.

Then came California
Where I first saw open water
In the land of opportunity
I knew I was getting hotter
I knew I was getting hotter.

But the neon lights
And the endless nights
The neon lights
And the endless nights
The neon lights
And the endless nights
The neon lights
And the endless nights
They took me by surprise
The doctor gave me valium
But I still couldn't close my eyes
I still couldn't close my eyes.

Then came paranoia
And it ran away with me
I couldn't sign my autograph
Or appear on TV
Or see or be seen
See or be seen
Or see or be seen.

Living in the country
Sounded good to me
Smoking grass while the summer lasts
In the real organic sea
Where everything was green
Everything was green.

Then we had a kid and we split apart
I was living on the road
A little cocaine went a long long way
To ease that different load
But my head did explode
My head did explode.

I wish I was an Aztec
Or a runner in Peru
I would build such beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an Inca from Peru.

When I was a hitchhiker on the road
I had to count on you
But you needed me to ease the load
And for conversation too
Or did you just drive on
Did you just drive on
Did you just drive on through.

Or did you just drive on
Did you just drive on
Did you just drive on through.
Letra
White Freight Liner Blues
Autor: Townes van Zandt
I'm goin' out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine
I'm goin' out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine

White Freightliner
Won't you steal away my mind
Ah, New Mexico ain't bad, lord
And the people there they treat you kind
And the people there they treat you kind

Well, it's bad news from Houston
Half my friends are dying
Well, it's bad news from Houston
Half my friends are dying

Ah, lord, I'm gonna ramble
Till I get back to where I came
Ah, lord, I'm gonna ramble
Till I get back to where I came

I'm goin' out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine
I'm goin' out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine
Letra
Cocaine in My Brain
Autor: Lester Randal Bullock

Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute y'all
I want you spell for me something
I want you spell for me New York, man
Why do you want me to spell New York, man
I just want you to spell for me New York, can you do that, man?
Sure man, I can spell New York, well go ahead man
N-e-w Y-O-R-K, that's New York, man
No man, you've made a mistake man
I'm gonna teach you the right way and the proper way to spell New York, man
Well, go ahead, man
A knife, a fork, a vodka and a Cork
That's the way we spell New York, man
You see, no matter where I treat my guest
They always like my kitchen best
'Cause I've cocaine running around my brain
I've cocaine running around my brain
I want to dig me soul brothers and soul sisters
I want you to hold me tight 'cause I'm out of sight and I'm dynamite
I've got cocaine running around my brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain
Man oh man I've gotta be on the run
Because I'm out a sight you know
Because I'm dynamite
But everytime I walk in the rain
Man, o man, I feel a pain I feel a burning pain
Keep on burning In my bloody brain
I've got cocaine running around my brain, I've got
Cocaine running around my brain
I want to dig me
Soul brothers and sisters I want you to hold me
Tight 'cause I'm a dynamite I got cocaine running
Around my brain
No matter where I treat my guests you see
They always like my kitchen best
'Cause I've cocaine running around my brain cocaine
Running around my brain yea
Hey Jim, Jim
Where is Jim man?
I want to tell you somethin'
I want you to spell for me New York
Come an Jim, how you spell New York?
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork,
That's the way we spell New York right on
Out of sight man right on
O right on, yeah right on
Man oh man I run around I've got to read the setting sun
'Cause I've got cocaine a whole lot, a whole lot of
Cocaine man
Running around my brain, running
Around my brain cocaine, cocaine, running around my
Brain yeah
Letra
The Road
Autor: Danny O'keefe

Highways and dance halls
A good song takes you far
Your write about the moon
And you dream about the stars
Blues in old motel rooms
Girls in daddy's car
You sing about the nights
And you laugh about the scars
Coffee in the morning cocaine afternoons
You talk about the weather
And you grin about the rooms
Phone calls long distance
To tell how you've been
Forget about the losses, you exaggerate the wins
And when you stop to let em know
You've got it down
Its just another town along the road
The ladies come to see you
If your name still rings a bell
They give you damn near nothin
And they'll say they knew you well
So you tell em you'll remember
But they know its just a game
And along the way their faces
All begin to look the same
And when you stop to let em know
You got it down
Its just another town along the road
Well it isn't for the money
And its only for a while
You stalk about the rooms
And you roll away the miles
Gamblers in the neon, clinging to guitars
You're right about the moon
But you're wrong about the stars
And when you stop to let em know
You got it down
Its just another town along the way
Letra
White Line Fever
Autores: Ian Kilmister, Edward Clarke y Philip Taylor

We can move around now
You know it's so good
But I know you wouldn't come clean now, baby
Even if you could
White line fever
White line fever made me a believer now
White line fever, yeah
Take me away from you
Just come to me babe
We can stay right here
But you don't remember me, honey, 'cause of all you've done this year
White line fever
We're gonna make you a dreamer
White line fever, yeah
It's a slow death
Hey
Bye, bye, bye baby
'Cause there I come
Won't go to sleep tonight
Because the white line turns me on
White line fever
Made me a believer
White line fever, yeah
It hasn't killed my yet
Oh
Letra
Dandy in the Underworld
Autor: Marc Bolan

Prince of Players, Pawn of none
Born with steel reins on the heart of the Sun
Gypsy explorer of the New Jersey Heights
Exalted companion of cocaine nights
'Cos he's a Dandy in the Underworld
Dandy in the Underworld
When will he come up for air,
Will anybody ever care
At an old eighteen exiled he was
To the deserted kingdoms of a mythical Oz
Distraction he wanted, to destruction he fell
Now he forever stalks the ancient
Mansions of hell
Now his lovers have left him
And his youth's ill spent
He cries in the dungeons and tries to repent
But change is a monster and changing is hard
But he'll freeze away his summers in his
Underground yard

Letra
La Picada Comelona
Autor: Dolcey Gutiérrez

¿Qué será lo que emborracha a los señores?
Los licores, los licores
¿Qué es lo que mantiene fuerte a Josefina?
La cocaína, la cocaína
¿Qué es lo que más disgusta a la mujer?
La vejez, la vejez
¿Qué es lo que pone soyado a Pedro y Juana?
La marihuana, la marihuana
¿Qué es lo que hace que sea un mamarracho?
Son los cachos, son los cachos
¿Qué es lo que pone a las mujeres piponas?
La pi la pi la pi
La picada comelona
¿Qué será lo que emborracha a los señores?
Los licores, los licores
¿Qué es lo que mantiene fuerte a Josefina?
La cocaína, la cocaína
¿Qué es lo que más disgusta a la mujer?
La vejez, la vejez
¿Qué es lo que pone soyado a Pedro y Juana?
La marihuana, la marihuana
¿Qué es lo que hace que uno sea un mamarracho?
Son los cachos, son los cachos
¿Qué es lo que pone a las mujeres piponas?
La pi la pi la pi
La picada comelona
Letra
Pump It Up
Autor: Elvis Costello

I've been on tenterhooks, ending in dirty looks
List'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She said, "That's that, I don't want to chitter-chat"
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure center, hell-bent or heaven-sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemical
Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic
You want to torture her, you want to talk to her
All the things you bought for her, putting up your temperature
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin
You put your passion out under the pressure pin
Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission
No use wishing now for any other sin
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it