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Casa Batllo
She smelled like a thunderstorm
When I met her
Down in the tenderloin
Sipping tea
Vicodin pills, some scotch
And a sweater
Soon I was feeling
Back on my feet
She lived in a little shack
By the water
The sound of the ships
Would lull us to sleep
A couple of sloths the world
Had forgotten
With nothing but youth
& faraway dreams
After the saints fly home
Solomon resting in his tomb
Paperbacks on a train
Sugarcane fields
All wet with rain
Hurricane lanterns glow
After the rain the boats are slow
I'd rather be left behind
Nothing's as pure as an empty mind
She smelled like a thunderstorm
When I met her
Down in the tenderloin
Sipping tea
Vicodin pills, some scotch
And a sweater
Soon I was feeling
Back on my feet
She lived in a little shack
By the water
The sound of the ships
Would lull us to sleep
A couple of sloths the world
Had forgotten
With nothing but youth
& faraway dreams
After the saints fly home
Solomon resting in his tomb
Paperbacks on a train
Sugarcane fields
All wet with rain
Hurricane lanterns glow
After the rain the boats are slow
I'd rather be left behind
Nothing's as pure as an empty mind
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[00:00.00] Casa Batllo [00:13.35]She smelled like a thunderstorm [00:19.20]When I met her [00:25.98]Down in the tenderloin [00:31.80]Sipping tea [00:39.63]Vicodin pills, some scotch [00:44.52]And a sweater [00:51.15]Soon I was feeling [00:54.30]Back on my feet [01:28.89]She lived in a little shack [01:35.01]By the water [01:41.67]The sound of the ships [01:44.43]Would lull us to sleep [01:55.05]A couple of sloths the world [02:00.18]Had forgotten [02:07.68]With nothing but youth [02:09.63]& faraway dreams [02:44.97]After the saints fly home [02:51.15]Solomon resting in his tomb [02:57.57]Paperbacks on a train [03:03.78]Sugarcane fields [03:07.02]All wet with rain [03:10.14]Hurricane lanterns glow [03:16.59]After the rain the boats are slow [03:23.07]I'd rather be left behind [03:29.07]Nothing's as pure as an empty mind
