Miami Beach - James Garfunkel

I am your love, I am the music I am the sunset, I am the walk on the beach I give you some sweet loving I can't believe what's happening I am the [?], I am the [?] I am [?], I am your hand in mine It feels as if I'm dreaming One look from you and I know Oh, Miami beach [?] poetry I never knew it could be magical Like this Oh, Miami beach [?] of dreams I never knew it could be magical Like this I have the moon, I have the midnight I have the sweet breeze, I have you closing your eyes Saying you wanna take it all in I close mine too, I let my mind go easy as the wind Oh, Miami beach [?] poetry I never knew it could be magical Like this Oh, Miami beach [?] of dreams I never knew it could be magical Like this Oh, the world is so beautiful That it hurts my eyes Happiness is a strange thing It makes you wanna cry It makes you cry I never knew you could be magical Like this Oh, Miami beach [?] poetry I never knew it could be magical Like this Like this

Cuando ya me aburro de la vida y su sabor Me vengo abajo y ya no puedo expresar nada Cuando hay un vacío que me pincha el esternón Puedo ponerme en modo avión e irme a la cama (Ah) Pero hoy tuve un sueño un poco raro Cantaba canciones en inglés Welcome to the United States of America Please remain seated until the plane has come to a complete stop And the lights are off Remember your luggage is in the "resisreching" and "richicorin" Have a nice flight Sí, voy a Miami Beach Busco dónde está el Ritz Pero no encuentro nada Sí, soy una 90's bitch Adoro a Britney Spears Ando desubicada Cuando ya creías que tenías el control Se te estropea el corazón y empieza el drama Oh, my god Cuando hay tantas cosas que distraen mi inspiración Me escribo cuatro rimas tontas con desgana Pero hoy tuve un sueño un poco raro Todo el mundo spanglish, cero inglés Un, dos, tres, ¡hey! Sí, voy a Miami Beach Busco dónde está el Ritz Pero no encuentro nada Sí, soy una 90's bitch Adoro a Britney Spears Ando desubicada No encontramos las respuestas Y nos vamos a países muy lejanos a buscarlas A entenderlas, a palparlas Hoy soy rubia, ayer morena Así pasamos la treintena No te abrumes Ponme piña, también mango Me distraigo divagando Entre discursos inconexos Controlando mis excesos Solo busco ir por la vida alegremente Haciendo versos sin complejos En los sueños más profundos siempre hay perlas y diamantes Que sostienen lo bonito y lo sagrado de la vida Me he comprado cuatro libros de auto-ayuda en un outlet Y si alguno me ayuda ya os lo contaré Sí, I'm coming with my son Nicolás With my, bueno, fiancé (Sí) Eh, the mother of my fiancé Cuca Voy a Miami Beach (And my mother María) Busco dónde está el Ritz (¿Qué es Miami, mami?) Pero no encuentro nada Miami capital de Valencia (¿Qué es Miami, mami?, ¿qué es Miami, mami?) Sí, soy una 90's bitch (¿Qué es Miami, mami?, ¿qué es Miami, mami?) Adoro a Britney Spears (¿Qué es Miami, mami?, ¿qué es Miami, mami?) Ando desubicada (¿Qué es Miami, mami?, ¿qué es Miami, mami?) ¿Qué es Miami, mami? ¿Qué es Miami, mami? ¿Qué es Miami, mami? ¿Qué es Miami, mami? ¿Qué es Miami, mami? ¿Qué es Miami, mami? ¿Qué es Miami, mami? ¿Qué es Miami, mami? (I don't know, my son) ¿Qué es Miami, mami? (I don't know)

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sittin' on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters, we sleep separately And drop a smile passin' in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time is tapping on my forehead Hangin' from my mirror Rattlin' the teacups And I wonder- How long can I delay? We're just a habit, like saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on the thought of leavin' you I stop I stop and think it over

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go I've walked around Soho for the last night or so Ah, but it doesn't matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down From a wound that I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I, I have tended my own garden much too long

Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears

Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a ragamuffin child Pointed finger, painted smile I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no borders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell Down from Berkeley to Carmel Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey, sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question, "Why?" They linger there to die They don't know where they're going and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy

Lena's been burning both ends of her candle She's over her head in complication and scandal But Lena takes her troubles in stride As she runs to the bottle To confess and confide Lena surrenders Lena has taken to flaunting her passions Offers herself in the boldest of fashion But Lena says it's under control As she looks to the bottle To calm and console Lena surrenders Lena Surely you don't believe By hiding in bottles you'll never relieve All the pain love has brought you The fire and the cold Lena Take heart Take heart Lena Surely you don't believe By hiding in bottles you'll never relieve All the pain love has brought you The fire and the cold Lena Take heart Take heart Take heart Take heart Lena! Lena! Take heart Lena! Lena