Waiting For My Ruca - Sublime

No more feelings in my brain No trouble, sorrows, no blazing pain The numbness it keeps my demons away A fortress solid to hold them at bay But something in the surge is boiling up The silence's been like poison here in my cup Tried to hold it down, make sure time moves slow But now the moment's creeping up, I think I know Cause ever since the last time you walked out that door I've been staring through our memories, my face down the floor I wonder if you'd stay if i kept my cards close I've not lost my fear I'm just waiting for my tears I've not lost my fear I'm just waiting for my tears No more sleeping with my thoughts in a race Contemplating if I need your embrace I've been walking with my head in the clouds these days I don't need no preacher to bend my way But as soon as the feeling grows you call my name From a restless dream you rise up like a flame Burning down the insides of my mind Only ashes in my soul is left to find Cause ever since the last time you walked out that door I've been staring through our memories, my face down the floor I wonder if you'd stay if i kept my cards close I've not lost my fear I'm just waiting for my tears I've not lost my fear I'm just waiting for my tears Cause ever since the last time you walked out that door I've been staring through our memories, my face down the floor I wonder if you'd stay if i kept my cards close I've not lost my fear I'm just waiting for my tears I've not lost my fear I'm just waiting for my tears

Caminando en mi carrucha, cruising around Fui a buscar a mi ruca pa' llevarla a pasear Caminando en mi carrucha, cruising around Fui a buscar a mi ruca pa' llevarla a pasear Pero en el camino, ya cerquita a su casa Una güera de aquellas, me dijo así: "¿A dónde la tira? Necesito un ride No te me haga' chiva, yo te doy pa'l gas" "¿A dónde la tira? Necesito un ride No te me haga' chiva, yo te doy pa'l gas" Y bolas, que se sube; y sopas, que me la llevo Y, al querer abrazarla, me dijo así: "Me tumbas la peluca, no seas groserote Con esos brazotes, me vas a ahogar" La ruca no era ruca, me salió ruquito La ruca no era ruca, ¡qué barbaridad! La ruca no era ruca, me salió ruquito La ruca no era ruca, ¡qué susto me dio! Abrázame, homeboy (niguas, no le hago al barro) Apriétame, homeboy (jale, se me cae la mano) Acaríciame, homeboy (no, porque me salo) Bésame, homeboy (no, porque pegas SIDA) No da (sí da) Te digo que no da (te digo que sí da) Ten cuidado, Banda Toro Y bolas, que se sube; y sopas, que me la llevo Y, al querer abrazarla, me dijo así: "Me tumbas la peluca, no seas groserote Con esos brazotes, me vas a ahogar" La ruca no era ruca, me salió ruquito La ruca no era ruca, ¡qué barbaridad! La ruca no era ruca, me salió ruquito La ruca no era ruca, ¡qué susto me dio! Abrázame, homeboy (niguas, no le hago al barro) Apriétame, homeboy (chale, se me cae la mano) Acaríciame, homeboy (no, porque me salo) Bésame, homeboy (no, porque pegas SIDA) No da (sí da) Te digo que no da (te digo que sí da)

Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you, That we've seen it all, the lies wont get you. I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rythem common sense I've got the soul. But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'm a find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today. So we fight to get, we fight to get our weary arms to bed. Real love's somthing that I still hope people make there own places to go. And now in '94 were gonna lie some more. In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, Boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, They don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.

Go And I won't make love to you And I feel the love, feel the love, la love Jailhouse gets empty Rudy gets plenty The baton stick gets shorter Rudy gets taller Can't fight against the youth 'Cause we're strong and them are rude, rude people Can't fight against the youth 'Cause we're strong and the rude, rude people Long, baby get now When I was a youth in 1983 It was the best day of my life Had the 89 vision, we didn't fuss or no fight When all the little daughters wanna be my wife "Like A Virgin", it was playin on my guitar, on my guitar I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there When the rhythm playin' I know that I'm gonna be there, yeah Bud Gaugh will be singing there And Eric Wilson will be bangin' up there, yeah Oh, and we'll be all singin' with version, with version Reagge version, version, version, version oh What has been told to the wise and up-rooted Yeah, it's gonna be revealed unto babes, and Sublime Rudy, Rudy, Rudy Can't fight against the youth Right now, them are rude, rude people Can't fight against the resistance Oh, right now, 'em are rude, rude people We gonna rule this land among children We gonna rule this land 'Cause when that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar On my guitar I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there When I was a youth it was the best day It was the best day of my life We had the 89 vision We didn't fuss or no fight When all the little daughters wanna be my wife When that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar On my guitar I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there Had to be there Jailhouse gets empty And Rudy gets plenty The baton stick gets shorter Rudy gets taller, taller And fight against the youth 'Cause we're strong, them are rude, rude people Cant fight against the youth