Vamos
Vamos a la playa, oh oh oh oh oh.
Vamos a la playa, oh oh oh oh oh.
Vamos a la playa, oh oh oh oh oh.
Vamos a la playa oh oh.
Vamos a la playa,
la bomba estalló,
las radiaciones tuestan
y matizan de azul.
Vamos a la playa, oh oh oh oh oh…
Vamos a la playa,
todos con sombrero.
El viento radiactivo
despeina los cabellos.
Vamos a la playa, oh oh oh oh oh…
Vamos a la playa,
al fin el mar es limpio.
No más peces hediondos,
sino agua fluorescente.
Vamos a la playa, oh oh oh oh oh…
I forget what I was looking for. Had some kind of meaning. Crap Euro-trash disco from 1983? What does it mean?
I forget, but I was looking for something in the meaning of the lyrics, not like that’s a lot to work with. Italian, I think.
Fishing notes:
Southern Flounder (Paralichthys lethostigma), Red Drum (Sciaenops ocellatus),
Gafftopsail Catfish (Bagre marinus), Black Drum (Pogonias cromis), Spotted Seatrout (Cynoscion nebulosus)
Gone coastal. Quick trip for Easter, yeah that was it.
I loved the 10 ways to get booted from an airplane link. The comments were riveting, especially the one where the man described his heavily pregnant wife with the 5 month old baby trying to make their way to a seat when seating was first come, first served. What’s wrong with that picture?
You, on the other hand, embody the very essence of class and culture and would never find yourself with such baggage. At least, if you were going to make up a story you’d learn how many months it takes to produce an offspring…you do your background research.
Next question: how long does it take a striped bass to grow to adult size?