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Surf en Tarifa con música de Freedy Johnston - Bad Reputation

I know I've got a bad reputation, And it isn't just talk, talk, talk. If I could only give you everything, You know I haven't got. I couldn't have one conversation, If it wasn't for the lies, lies, lies. And still I ought to tell you everything, 'Till I close my eyes. Suddenly I'm on the street. Seven years disappear below my feet. Been breaking down. Do you want me now? Do you want me now? Suddenly I'm down in Herald's Square, Looking in the crowd, your face is everywhere. Been turning around. Do you want me now? Do you want me now? Don't try to be an inspiriation, Just wasting your time, time, time. You know about the best I'll ever be. I see it in your eyes. I know I've got a bad reputation, And it isn't just talk, talk, talk. If I could only give you everything, You know I haven't got. Suddenly I'm on the street. Seven years disappear below my feet. Been breaking down. Do you want me now? Do you want me now? Suddenly I...

Video de la subida a la Silla del Papa, con música de Boz Scaggs "Sierra"



Hoy tocaba un poco de montaña en el Parque Natural del Estrecho. Dos horas de caminata, desde Bolonia, hasta el milenario yacimiento arqueológico de La Silla del Papa. Desde los vértices geodésicos, vistas de Zahara, Atlanterra, Tarifa, Vejer y África. Una maravilla. Fotos: Lumix L10 Leica Vario 14-50mm, Samsung S6 Edge+

"Sierra"

What about the one who said he loved you
What about the one who said he cared
Don't bother trying to find him
Way up in the icy air

Oh you played with his heartstrings
And you played without a care
But not up in the High Sierra
You won't play his heart out there

The angels lay their clouds across his sky
They line up for him every night
Some have wings and others sing
The rest do lazy ballets in the air

There he's got a bird to give him warning
And he's got a lookout too
The beauty of the High Sierra
And she's looking out for you

The angels lay their clouds across his sky
They line up for him every night
Some have wings and others sing
The rest do lazy ballets in the air

What about the one who said he loved you
What about the one who said he cared
He's up in the High Sierra
But don't bother looking there