Raquel Sofia, Koand, [Yo No Quiero Ir A] Chelsea, (I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea

You are viewing another selection from Koand’s new 21st century playlist on YouTube. More information about this classic is available here.

"(Yo No Quiero Ir A) Chelsea ((I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea)" Letra

Tengo Fotos de su piel
Aunque es tarde pa' prender
Hay tantos labios que morder
No da con solo una mujer
Un poco de coqueta, se acaricia la cabeza
Y no tiene que ponerse mini falda en la mesa
Criminal no la ves, y te toma por sorpresa
Se llamaba Natasha hoy parece Elsi
Yo no quiero ir a Chelsea

Oh no...ya no me inspira
Aunque he visto como brilla
Yo no tengo pulso ya
Yo no tengo a nadie mas
Yo no quiero ir a Chelsea

Cada una tiene reglas
Complejo de la niña buena
La maestra ya se fue
Vamos a jugar otra vez

Llegan hombres a buscarme
Me mandan a cagar no puedo hablar
Uno es Juan el otro es Alfie
Yo no quiero ir a Chelsea

Oh no...ya no me inspira
Aunque he visto como brilla
Yo no tengo pulso ya
Yo no tengo a nadie mas
Yo no quiero ir a Chelsea

Yo no quiero tu ropa cara y de moda
Yo vivo la vida a mi manera y ahora
Yo no quiero ir a Chelsea

Yo veo perctamente bien como nace
Pa que yo no quiero foto paparazzi
Ese lugar es una asilo pa' gente fácil
Tan difícil ser original, coje clases
Prefiero ser siempre puro y real
Nunca falso

Tengo Fotos de su piel
Aunque es tarde pa' prender
Hay tantos labios que morder
No da con solo una mujer
Un poco de coqueta, se acaricia la cabeza
Y no tiene que ponerse mini falda en la mesa
Criminal no la ves, y te toma por sorpresa
Se llamaba Natasha hoy parece Elsi
Yo no quiero ir a Chelsea

Oh no...ya no me inspira
Aunque he visto como brilla
Yo no tengo pulso ya
Yo no tengo a nadie mas
Yo no quiero ir a Chelsea

Koand & The Michael Leonhart Orchestra - Shut Him Down

Another selection from Koand’s new 21st Century playlist on YouTube.

. . .

Then drained to pale
By the cunning and the cruel
The camera and projector
The running of the rule
The licking of the tailpiece
The spinning of the spool

Shut Him Down lyrics


Can this faint paint
Feeble fingerprint
That line of chalk
Do more than talk?
Or say “I'm innocent”
Then walk away
Beyond the blade
The plough and stars our dreams invade

Say something once
Does it make it true?
To me
To you
And everyone you knew

Shut him down
Shut him down
Did you run him through?
A thousand times you didn't
A hundred times you do

In the night
In the shade
In the void of the celluloid
In the cunning of the cool breeze
Waiting with a chill
Hidden in the dark trees
For cut of sudden spill

Say something once
Does it make it true?
To me
To you
And everyone you knew

Shut him down
Shut him down
Did you run him through?
A thousand times you didn't
A hundred times you do

Shut him down underground it's astounding
The sound that surrounds you were sleep now you found and aroused
So get up
Doubt enter the mind you gotta purge it
Praise for an end to the weak like Sunday service
Walk in it, world might be dark but I'm in the right spirits
That voice of doubt don't gotta listen although you hear it
One time that it don't make it true
A thousand times to make your mind up and make it through
Swiss

Then drained to pale
By the cunning and the cruel
The camera and projector
The running of the rule
The licking of the tailpiece
The spinning of the spool

Say something once
Does it make it true?
To me
To you
And everyone you knew

Shut him down
Shut him down
Did you run him through?
A hundred times you didn't
A thousand times you do

Koand & Allen Toussaint, Lee Dorsey, Erich Sellheim - Who’s Gonna Help Brother Get Further

This is from Koand’s new 21st century playlist on YouTube.

. . .

What happen to the Liberty Bell I heard so much about?
Did it really ding-dong?
It must have dinged wrong
It didn't ding long

"Who's Gonna Help Brother Get Further?" Lyrics

We may seem happy like everything's alright
But from the outside looking in
Everything's uptight
But deep down inside we're covering up the pain
It's an old thing
It's a soul thing
But it's a real thing

Pray tell what's gonna happen to brother
Who's gonna help him get further
One another
One another

There's old dude standing on the corner
Waiting for a fox to pass
The only thing he's got to go by
Is this is where he saw her last
And there's old John, two dollars in his pocket
Talking loud and thinks he's rich
And look for little fool, too cool to go to school
Get a job, in two days he quits

Pray tell what's gonna happen to brother
Who's gonna help him get further
One another
Is that the truth?
One another
Yeah, you're right

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pray tell what's gonna happen to brother
Who's gonna help him get further
One another
One another

Mama get up early, early in the morning
Papa's already gone
Going out a-working for half of what he's worth now
You know that it's wrong
What happen to the Liberty Bell I heard so much about?
Did it really ding-dong?
It must have dinged wrong
It didn't ding long

Pray tell what's gonna happen to brother
Who's gonna help him get further
One another
Is that the truth?
One another
Yeah, you're right

Mama get up early, early in the morning
Papa's already gone
Working two jobs for half of what he's worth now
You know that it's wrong
What happen to the Liberty Bell I heard so much about?
Did it really ding-dong?
It must have dinged wrong
It didn't ding long

Pray tell what's gonna happen to brother
Who's gonna help him get further
One another
Is that the truth?
One another
Yeah, you're right

Pray tell what's gonna happen to brother
Who's gonna help him get further
One another
Is that the truth?
One another
Yeah, you're right

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Did it really ding-dong?
It didn't ding long
Did it really ding-dong?
It didn't ding long

Koand, Erich Sellheim - Tart

This is from Koand’s new 21st century playlist on YouTube.

. . .

When you know it's a lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie

Tart lyrics


Hear silver trumpets will trill in the Arabic Streets of Seville
Oranges roll in the gutter
And you pick them up
And peel back the skin
To the red fruit within

But the flavor is
Tart
And the flavor is
Tart

Is it something you crave
And you say that you only feel bitterness
When you know it's a lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie

Wild with a blackberry bush
There were blossoms of cherries to crush
There at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips
You stain your hands, press too hard
They'll color your lips

But the flavor is
Tart
And the flavor is
Tart

Is it something you crave
'Cause you say that you only feel bitterness
Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?

Odd, where nothing else grows
It was something like love that she chose
Always a creature of habit when pity would do
She wore down that heel with no feeling
She kept on her shoes

That the flavor is
Tart
And the flavor is
Tart

Is it something you crave
'Cause you say that you only feel bitterness
Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?

Tart
And the flavor is
Tart
And the flavor is
Tart
And the flavor is
Tart

Nylon was hung from a peg
And a Kohl black seam ran down her leg
Fishermen look for their nets and send their regrets
But the bug lay there broken
She spoke, "Is this some kind of joke?"

That the flavor is
Tart
And the flavor is
Tart

Is it something you crave
'Cause you say that you only feel bitterness
Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?

Tart
And the flavor is
Tart
And the flavor is
Tart
And the flavor is
Tart

And the flavor is
Tart
And the flavor is
Tart

Koand - Farewell OK

This is on Koand’s new 21st century playlist on YouTube.

"Farewell, OK" Lyrics

Farewell, okay
You'll be on your way
You'll be on your own now
But to my dismay
I can't go on
After what you've done
There are two words that sound like "pray"
I'm not going to tell you which one I'm thinking of
Farewell, okay
Farewell, okay

I thought you'd change
And get a little humble
You strike your strange disposition like a drummer hits a cymbal
It rings on in the vicinity
From an instant thrill to infinity
And that doesn't seem like a sin to me
Farewell, okay
Farewell, okay

Ran my hand in the rhythm along the ballroom wall
Felt the rumble of the bass through the entrance hall
And the door flung open to a mascara cry
I can't shake the sound of "How could you or why?"
Can't get the stain off my hands ever since
From the fake marble pillar past a curtain of chintz
A splatter of steps on a chalk floor pattern
A trim of black lace on a hem of red satin

Goodbye, so long
There's no right or wrong
This might be the final word I chance in the very last dance
The appeal of the trumpet to a pearl of red laughter
Of lipstick and kisses right here under the rafter
A fumble for Heaven in a thimble of draft
A seldom of Elvis in the velvet hereafter
Farewell, okay
Farewell, okay
Farewell, okay, ooh
Farewell, okay

Koand - Dust 2

This is a selection from Koand’s new 21st Century Playlist on YouTube.

. . .

Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money

"Dust 2..." Lyrics

If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away

It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?

If dust could only speak
Caught in a falling beam
If dust could only cry
If dust could only scream
For it's the single witness that might testify
Could I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?

But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape
Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape

Before they start to wander
Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring
She knows what you're thinking
What got into you is not a ghost as such
It was just dust

Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny

Well, I believe we just
Become a speck of dust...

Breaking News: Koand put up a new playlist on YouTube

This playlist is called “21st Century Music”. It seems to me like an invitation to read into EVERYTHING. The 1st song on the list is our pirate radio favorite - No Hiding Place

"No Hiding Place" Lyrics

In the not very distant future
When everything will be free
There won't be any cute secrets
Let alone any novelty

You can say anything you want to
In your fetching cloak of anonymity
Are you feeling out of breath now?
In your desperate pursuit of infamy

Two lovers rocking up and down
In an elevator
15 minutes later
They'll make a killing in the market
They know how to work it
On that close circuit
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace
You'll find these days that there's
No Hiding Place

How proud you are
You got the knack
Of howling in a vacuum
Whatever I said about you
I didn't say it behind your back

I paid for my immortal sins
I know the enemy within you
As it seems these days
There is no hiding place

Next time someone wants to hurt you
Or set alight your effigy
Don't call on me to help you out
Don't come crying to me for sympathy
You stay there with your daubs and scratches
While I summon up the red machine
I'll be handing somebody matches
And carrying a can of kerosene

Walk up to me
And say what you said
Let's see how brave you are
When I'm about this far

You sit in judgment and bitch
Well, baby that's rich
You're nothing but a snitch

My, my, it's a terrible disgrace
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace
You'll find these days that there's
No Hiding Place

Koand on Tom Snyder’s Show in ‘81

Koand makes allusions to organized crime and spy harassment in this early interview. He also discusses his blacklisting as a consequence of doing something harmless and interesting on Saturday Night Live.

Koand - A Boy Named If

This is a song that made me feel like he is in danger and that he was asking to be telepathic with me.