lyrics
It's that time again
(-Darling: the library is about to close...we've got to go home.
-Oh, mommy, but I want to stay a little while, reading some books...and drinking hot coffee!)
It's the time when the books are going to sleep
dreaming in foreign accents.
When the library is dark
you'll see, there' s no other light
that the one from the printed paper.
We have Borges, Franz Kafka, Lewis Carroll, and Proust
they are the silent witnesses
of adventures with colors, with philosophy and love
the library has them written.
No coffee and no books just makes me feel so blue,
blue will be the color of the sky
when tomorrow morning I'll go again
to the library next the café!
Café...
Café...
(Hay café, café!)
Café...
When the moon's in the sky, drinking caffeine is wrong
that's why the café is closing.
No more newspaper reading, cause it's past 8 o clock
and what happened with that guy, there?
Is he drunken or sleeping? Let's assume he is not dead,
cause we want to go home early.
Well, let's check all the incomes and the money we spent:
the blonde waitress is still stealing!
No coffee and no books just makes me feel so blue,
blue will be the color of the sky
when tomorrow morning I'll go again
to the library next the café!
Reading Hunter Thompson and Cortázar is
so much tasteful with colombian grains...
don't make fuzz, I'm talking 'bout a legal drug,
and my cocaine is not from the third world!
My cocaine is not from the third world!
My cocaine is not from the third world !
The third world...
The third world...
Third world!!
(-Oh, mommy, is it already the morning? Cause I want to go to the library again...
-No, darling: It's 8:30...)
(Hay café, café!)
credits
released September 14, 2016
Acoustic and electric guitars, fretless acoustic bass, percussions, shakers, handclaps and vocals
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