Manana …
I head for the border
Manana …
To chaos and disorder
Manana …
You may find us crooning,
Manana …
Maybe we’ll be swooning, gazing at the sky above the sea.
Manana!!!

Raise the Colors, Damn the Doldrums, Anchors Away!

You all hold down the fort, I’ll be back with stories and pictures galore. No laptop with me this weekend, no cell phone, no contact. Once I cross the border, I’m on vacation ; )

I see the lightning
From the storm down in Mexico
I see my speedometer doesn’t work
I cross the desert
Disappear into the tumbleweeds
I tip the bottle and bite the lime

I hear the thunder
From the storm down in Mexico
I leave the border far behind
I feel the dust to coat my teeth
And turn my sweat to mud
I tip the bottle and bite the lime

There ain’t no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you
Very well could be a lie
Been away from the livin’
I don’t need to be forgiven
I’m just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
To come alive

I feel the wind blow
From the storm down in Mexico
Gasoline for another hundred miles
I cross the river
And leave my shoes up on the other side
I tip the bottle and bite the lime

There ain’t no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you
Very well could be a lie
Been away from the livin’
I don’t need to be forgiven
I’m just waiting for that coal black sun-cracked soul of mine
To come alive

COME ALIVE

I feel the rain drops
From the storm down in Mexico
Truck will go no further
Out of gas
I walk through desert
Past a lizard and a rattlesnake
I tip the bottle and bite the lime

There ain’t no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you
Very well could be a lie
There ain’t no morals to these stories at all
Everything I tell you
You can bet will be a lie

Been away from the livin’
Don’t need to be forgiven
I’m just waiting for that coal black sun-cracked numb inside soul of mine
to come alive

COME ALIVE!!!

- RCPM, Nada off of Fizzy, Fuzzy, Big and Buzzy