El pasillo mágico
Los Tipitos
The Magic Hallway
I gotta hang up for a bit and think it through
A moon in my head or I’m smoking a blunt
Tonight I’ll be a mass in Chas Park
You only think once
Everything else just happens...
In the magic hallway
There’s no way in or out
A little monkey from La Rioja came down to the city
One fine day he grew up to be a man
No brakes, and it seems the grind caught up with him
Give me love for the land
Give me land for my love
In the hallway...
Welcome to the nest, welcome to the circus
Screw the sun that’s not there
One door and another led to the circus
Screw the sun that’s not there
That’s right, no guards or firefighters
Not anymore, babe don’t get it twisted
You’ll never get out of here
Why keep pretending when you don’t hear me
So many hits make me think you’re enjoying it
The colonial drag, running from the dawn
Hot corn pudding
A pestle that burns your teeth
In the hallway...
Welcome...
