Spoken Word
William Butler Yeats: The Lake Isle of Innisfree (read by Anthony Hopkins)
Music
Manu Chao: Welcome To Tijuana
Asian Dub Foundation: Siberian Slengteng
The Correspondents: Washington Square
The Quantic Soul Orchestra: Marrakech
Le Quintette du Hot Club de France: Swing From Paris
Frank Sinatra: Theme From New York
Edith Piaf: Notre Dame de Paris
Boby Womack: California Dreaming
Gorillaz: Idaho
SBTRKT: Kyoto
Gotan Project: Paris, Texas
Nostalgia 77: Okinawa
The Cinematic Orchestra: Odessa
Narrative
It will not be difficult to find your address – Look at the garbage cans
Welcome to Tijuana – Tequila, sex, marijuana
Our fight is for freedom to think and walk – Our fight is for justice – Roof, land, work, bread, health, education, independence – Democracy, freedom
These were our demands in the long night of five hundred years – That are, today, our exigencies
[Manu Chao]
Better to have loved and lost than never loved at all – Just love the lust you’ll have the leap without the fall
It’s as clear as the ice melting in my glass – There was no need for questions to be asked
Hear the how d’you do’s, why d’you do’s, political views, you’ve heard the news
The oh my god it’s different here, you have to tip with every beer – It’s clear, so little time to waste
Make the move, haste post haste – This is lust at first sight – Lets knacker the night until it retreats to light
Big apple, yellow cab, and an American fox – The city driving past us block by block
I never ever ever want this cliche to stop – Knowing that skyscrapers rise above
I could of sworn I felt a crazy little surge of love – The love of lust
[The Correspondents]
Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today – I want to be a part of it
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray – Right through the very heart of it
I wanna to wake up, in a city that doesn’t sleep – And find I’m king of the hill
Top of the heap – These little town blues – Are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it – In old New York – If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps – And find I’m a number one, top of the list – King of the hill, a number one
[Frank Sinatra]
All the leaves are brown – And the sky is grey – I went for a walk – On a winters day – I’d be safe and warm – If I was in L.A. – California dreaming
On such a winters day – Went through the church, just me – I stopped along the way – When I got down on my bended knee – And I began to pray
You know the preacher digs a call – Because he knows I’m going to stay – I told him so – Somebody hit me now – I want to go so bad
I am going to get some sunshine – Can’t believe I blew my mind
[Boby Womack]
I landed on the silver lake – Washed up and feeling blue – Heard the sound of footsteps – Drifting softly to the moon
Looking for clear water – I had to take control – Out there in wilderness – Another bullet hole – Playing it all for gods
Yesterday – Idaho – There’s a beauty on the road – And everyday I look out of the bus – Silver linings getting lost – Floated out into the woods
To hear the old elk call – Touched a rainbow with my hands – I’m dry, I got them all – “Ride on, ” said the king of cool – You’ve got nothing to lose
Tinseltown is down the road – It’s the bullet of the noose – If you’re playing it all for gods – Far away
[Gorillaz]
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