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El Salvador (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

It’s time to tear this place down
i’ve got the last gig on my mind
not seen my friends in ages
have i been left behind?

it’s time to figure out why
i find myself in custody
with each and every question
words come so easily

fly to el salvador
i don’t know why and i don’t know what for
i’ve seen the picture for myself
where did that label go?
i tried it out but it didn’t work so
i’ll choose the picture for myself

it’s time to start all over
take only one thing spare to wear
head for the check-in lights and get up into the air
it’s time to take new measures
someone will put us up tonight
far from our place of rest
i’ve almost got you in sight

fly to el salvador
i don’t know why and i don’t know what for
i’ve seen the picture for myself
where did that label go?
i tried it out but it didn’t work so
i’ll choose the picture for myself

first class and big hotels
[i can’t quite put my finger on it]
videos and global sales
[i can’t quite put my finger on it]
free drinks that you pay yourself
[i can’t quite put my finger on it]

fly to el salvador
i don’t know why and i don’t know what for
i’ve seen the picture for myself
where did that label go?
i tried it out but it didn’t work so
i’ll choose the picture for myself

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El Salvador (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

There’s a sunny little country south of mexico
Where the winds are gentle and the waters flow
But breezes aren’t the only things that blow
In el salvador

If you took the little lady for a moonlight drive
Odds are still good you’d come back alive
But everyone is innocent until they arrive
In el salvador

If the rebels take a bus on the grand highway
The government destroys a village miles away
The man on the radio says ‘now we’ll play south of the border’
And in the morning the natives say,
We’re happy you have lived another day
Last night a thousand more passed away
In el salvador

There’s a television crew here from abc
Filming rio lempe and the refugees
Calling murdered children the ‘tragedy’
Of el salvador

Before the government cameras 20 feet away
Another man is asking for continued aid
Food and medicine and hand grenades
For el salvador

There’s a thump, a rumble, and the buildings sway
A soldier fires the acid spray
The public address system starts to play south of the border
You run for cover and hide your eyes
You hear the screams from paradise
They’ve fallen further than you realize
In el salvador

Just like poland is ‘protected’ by her russian friends
The junta is ‘assisted’ by americans
And if 60 million dollars seems too much to spend
In el salvador

They say for half a billion they could do it right
Bomb all day, burn all night
Until there’s not a living thing upright
In el salvador

They’ll continue training troops in the usa
And watch the nuns that got away
And teach the military bands to play south of the border
And kill the people to set them free
Who put this price on their liberty?
Don’t you think it’s time to leave
El salvador?

El Salvador (Letra)

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(performed by joan baez & jackson browne from her album speaking of dreams)

Now that the city is dreaming, viva the pale moonlight
Take to your bibles, take to your beds, now that nothing seems right
National guards who they pay by the week are gonna clash in the curfew tonight
With los companeros born in the war, from warsaw to san salvador

A voice from the past comes a callin’, saying hold every strong heart dear
These are the days when it seems like there’s nothing but newspapers, order, fear
Praise to the ones who are burried gone, and to the brave hearts who just disappeared
Los companeros, born in the war, from belfast to san salvador

Whad’a you got to do to get through
They’re deaf as a graveyard
What does nicaragua say to you?

Think of the midnight, silver & black, think if the sun can be fooled
Think of the four sisters shot in the back for running a land reform school
Think of the ones taken hard in the hills, they can be beaten but they can never be ruled
Los companeros, born in the war, viva el salvador