Grace Slick - Manhole (2006) by Grace Slick (보컬) on maniadb.com

Sometimes it's easy to believe it
Sound may be the warmest thing he's found
He just starts playing, then he says to me:
"Ready your body for love, there is no gravity here?
Look up - the roof is gone and the long hand moves
Right on by the hour.
Look up - the roof is gone
The roof is gone, the roof is gone

La musica de espana es para mi como Ia libertad
Canta como si la libertad es suiyo
Convenir resuena para escapar
Escuche viento norte escuche
Como corneta nevada corneta cantar.
Alrededor vient oriente vient oriente
Enroyar disenroyar
Querdas que gritan
Querdas que cantan

Spanish wind keeps telling me
How it feels to sing free
It keeps blowing on me, and it?s showing me
Another way, another way to listen.
And if you hear, if you hear the wind singing like
Someone singing for your love
The more it sings the more you know
Horns and strings and time will show you
Show - show you, show you freedom

Como libertad ? if it sounds good, when you hear him
If he looks good, when you see him
If he feels like a good man, when you touch him
When you come near him
I keep thinking about the way
You keep appearing in my ear

Spanish wind keeps telling me
How it feels to sing free
It keeps blowing on me, and it?s showing me
Another way, another way to listen.
And if you hear, if you hear the wind is singing like
Someone singing for your love
The more it sings the more you know
Horns and strings and time will show you
Show - show you, show you freedom

Como libertad ? if it sounds good, when you hear him
If he looks good, when you see him
If he feels like a good man, when you touch him
When you come near him
I keep thinking about the way
You keep appearing in my ear

Viento del sur suena como carne caliente en tambor
Carne en carne pero viento oeste resuena
Como alas metalicas
Giralda vena demonstrando el camino
Lamentando se por Ia noche.
La rueda de yairro hierro en frente del sol.
Quatro pedasos de metal con puntas.
Corta el aire corta el cielo la hentes compelados para delatar
Resonar resonar escapar

And if you hear, if you hear
The singing silver wind
Fly, sailing, sailing human bird - fly into me
Look up - the roof is gone
And the long hand moves right, on right on by the hour

Look up the roof is gone
Look up again the roof is gone

Listen - the north wind sounds like freezing horns
Sailing through the east wind - and the east wind
Has winding unwinding strings
South wind sounds like skin on drums,
Skin on skin but the west wind,
Ah the west wind echoes like metal wings
Like a weathervein whining through the night
Iron wheel turns in front of the sun,
Four pronged metal cuts the sky.
Man must fly!
Man must fly!

Convenir resuena escapar - escapar
Convenir resuena escapar - escapar

If he wants to leave and follow
The sound of the wind
He's going to sing as it blows.
Let him go.
He'll make the long faces smile
He'll turn the dead air into sound.
He'll come back on the circle
He's not gone, he's just going around
Oh going around, ooh ooh around

Don't tie him down, he wants to run
Give him the sun.
Don't tie him down, he wants to run
Give him the sun.
And if you see - you think that man is going to leave
You can follow him but he's already gone

Don't tie her down, she wants to run
Give her the sun.
Don't tie her down, she wants to run
Give her the sun.
And if you see - You think that woman is going to leave
You can follow her, but she's already gone.

Don't tie me down I want to run
Give me the sun.
Don't tie me down I want to run
Give me the sun.
And if you see - You think I'm just about to leave,
You can follow me
But I'm already gone.

Don't tie her down, she wants to run
Give her the sun.
Don't tie her down, she wants to run
Give her the sun.
And if you see - You think that woman is going to leave
You can follow her, but she's already gone.

Don't tie me down I want to run
Give me the sun.
Don't tie me down I want to run
Give me the sun.
And if you see - You think I'm just about to leave,
You can follow me
But I'm already gone.

(Music by David Freiberg / Lyrics by Grace Slick 1973)
Grace Slick

Mistakes are made because words are misunderstood
It's all, all in how you talk
Walking over somebody, sounds like a strange thing to do, but it's all, all in how you are (walk).
Seems like it might be the right thing to say at the time
and I (how d'you) know I probably say it again, gimme just a little taste, gimme just a little taste more
and I'll be flying out, flying out the wise and old, old is the whole world,
and I'd just turn around like a baby and I'd crawl, crawl right back inside...

Mistakes are made because words, words are misuderstood
It's all, all in how you talk
Walking over somebody, sounds like a strange thing to do, but it's all, it's all in how you are (walk).
(Well it) Seems like it might be the right thing to say at the time
and I know, know I'll do it again and I'll say it again, gimme just a little, gimme just a little taste more
and I'll be flying, flying out the wise and old, old is the whole world,
and I'd just turn around like a baby and I'd crawl, right back inside...

Don't look too far, you can find it everywhere
You can lose it without a warning
If you grab on too tight
Try to read too much into it
You know it's only music
That song - the one your hear inside late at night
It can set you reeling.
That song, that song is just your own
Heart beating, but it can sound like a symphony,

You hear a voice so clear you can't tell what its saying
Well maybe you now that tune you hear
Might never end
I thought that I heard you singing at night
You know I had the feeling
That I, I have known that song
Way beyond this life without beginning

Who knows the name of that song?
Go broke and come back singing
Since the world appeared
Get write it down
Cos it doesn't spell
It doesn't end.

In the still, the still of the night
When the wind is quiet
Quiet and still
I sit inside, the empty room
Waiting hear the tune that
Comes stealing through the mazes - writ on empty pages

Well I know we'll never get that song quite right
But still we're singing
Well I know ten thousand tunes are captured there
That much I know

Blue sun under the clouds - the smoke of wrack and ruin
Someone waits beneath the roses, playing guitar
Playing for me

Well l don't see beyond those eyes - not too far
Don't look too far you can find it most anywhere
But you can lose it, without a warning
If you grab on too tight or try to read too much into it
You know it's only music - don't try too hard - it will come to
You - yes it will