They'd been at a conference talking politics all day, finding each other's eyes pulled each other's way. And after all the meetings were done and everyone else had headed home, they stood in starlight at the door and lingered to talk and look some more. She was an urban ecofeminist from the East Coast, she said: 'You can call me Streetlight Shadow.' He was a long haired boy from Colorado. And standing there that night, bathed in starlight, he felt the pull of an impulse to promise: 'Come with me and I will hold you as tenderly as a candle in the night wind.' And she said: "Don't tell me you're gonna hold me in your hands. I'm not gona go for any of that 'Trust me' crap. But if you come lean with me in the windbreak of this tall tree, we can cup each other's hands to our heads and whisper in the night wind." Break Well the wind blustered up his long hair, it blew prickles in the follicles of her bald head, and they both felt the pull of an impulse to promise: "Come with me and I will hold you as tenderly as a candle in the night wind." And they each felt the sudden, chilling threat of medieval notions of romance. But they stood their ground in the windbreak of that tall tree and cupped each other's hands to their heads and whispered in the night wind. They'd been at a conference talking politics all day, finding each other's eyes pulled each other's way. And after all the meetings were done and everyone else had headed home, they stood in starlight at the door and lingered to talk and whisper some more.

I'll play guitar, if you make a beat. We'll go on a march, we'll take back the street. You know it's in our constitution to make revolution by taking back the street at night by dancing in the moonlight. And there's no time like the present and there is no place like home, to help a fellow citizen to turn things around -- help a fellow citizen to turn things around. Vernon has a video camera, you bring a tape. We'll go where there's a news blackout and make a statement. You know it's in our constitution to make revolution by sharing what we see, preferably on CNN TV. And there's no time like the present and there's no place like home -- to help a fellow citizen to turn things around. I'll play guitar, if you make a beat. We'll go on a march, we'll take back the street. You know it's in our constitution to make revolution by taking back the street at night by dancing in the moonlight. And there's no time like the present and there's no place like home, to help a fellow citizen to turn things around -- help a fellow citizen to turn things around. We'll draft a resolution and we'll take it door to door -- improving it, persuading folks, till we all agree it's law. We don't need a Constitution to make revolution. The power of the people is a birthright of ours. And before the Constitution we were making resolutions, dotting all the i's -- and dumping all the tea like the Adams family back in old Boston City Cause there's no time like the present and there's no place like home to help a fellow citizen to turn things around. Help a fellow citizen to turn things around.

We met on a dance floor. We were both there to learn to swing. And after sweatin' through a few short hours we started to share all kinds of things. We were both fresh in the middle of the kind of change that rearranges your life and heart. We didn't know where we were going but we were both ready to start. And when our hands touched and you looked me in the face,it felt like we were on this fast train whippin' cross a vast landscape. And my brain said: "Step back and take a deep breath." But my eyes said: "Let's just look a little more." And that train it just kept a'rollin' and your shoulder was this vast landscape I was aching to explore and explore and explore. And somewhere there's a most peculiar planet whirling round an incomprehensible sun where aliens encounter strange love and maybe that planet is this one we're on. Errrrrrrrrrk . . .. And maybe that planet is this one we're on. And the next time we went dancin' it was a cover band and they rocked us through the decades of our lives. And we were jumpin', we were pumpin', we were humpin', up and down with an R E S P E C T shout and all these smile. And after the dance was over, we kept dancin' in the car and on the couch and it was the middle of the night and we were doin' all these new moves the elbow, the ear, the eye, the nose, the mouth, oh, your sweet mouth . . . And it wasn't but a day or so later as I was bangin' out the chords to this song that I finally stepped back to take that deep breath and then choke it back with a sob. We met on a dance floor. We were both there to learn to swing. And after sweatin' through a few short hours we started to share all kinds of things. We were both fresh in the middle of the kind of change that rearranges your life and heart. We didn't know where we were going but we were both ready to start. And somewhere there's a most peculiar planet whirling round an incomprehensible sun where aliens encounter a strange true love and maybe that planet is this one that we're on.

Your tastes are simple, but quite refined. Your needs are basic ¬ to satisfy -- you need a meal and a half a day and twelve hours of dance and thirty-eight hours of mouth to mouth romance! And baby, it ain't hard to make you smile, and baby, it just takes a little while, and baby, if we get behind we can just let it pile and pile and pile. Let it pile! Let it pile! Let it pile! Let it pile and pile and pile! Well I love beauty, though I'm a bit of a slob. My needs are basic . . . ally quite a lot of good food and sleep and dancin' around and that mouth to mouth romance that makes my heart p-p-p-pound! And baby, it ain't hard to make me smile, and baby, it just takes a little while, and baby, if we get behind we can just let it pile and pile and pile. Chorus And baby, our tastes may not exactly match and, baby, our needs may be a little unnatural but, baby, maybe you and I could agree on this dancin' around and mouth to mouth romancin'. 'Cause baby, we could make each other smile and, baby, it just takes a little while,and baby, if we get behind we can just let it pile and pile and pile . . . Chorus

Bienvenido a Nuestro Mundo Nuevo, siempre mas cerca a ti, where we are all just a few short hours from Cancun . . . Poquitas horas de Cancún, poquitas horas de Cancún. A few short hours from Cancun. We are all poquitas horas de Cancún And some go there by boat Van por barco! some go by plane avión! some go by auto! [said by both voices] some hitch part of the way aventón! Some go by bus camión! some go by train tren! some go by horse caballo! some walk all of the way . . . caminando caminando caminando But we are all A few short hours from Cancun -- poquitas horas de Cancún. just a few short hours from Cancun -- poquitas horas de Cancún. And we all are very close tan cercos! we are very very somos prójimos! except we're far and away very very different folks pero tan diferentes, tan otros! because some go by big tour boat turistas and some by fancy plane gringos some by family auto capitalinos some can not afford to pay. y pobres, tan pobres And some go by public bus or slow old train con la Virgen de Guadalupe or on a tired horse and some walk all the way . . . caminando caminando caminando A few short hours from Cancun. Poquitas horas de Cancún. A few short hours from Cancun. Poquitas horas de Cancún. a few short hours from Cancun, A few short hours from Cancun Poquitas horas de, p oquitas horas de poquitas horas de Cancún . . .

I come from the State of Maine, place we call "Downeast". Very pretty island . . . you should visit me. Very pretty mountain, very pretty streams, fingers of the ocean caressing me. But we all come from Africa. We all come from Africa. We all come from Africa. We all come from Africa. Some of us went north, some traveled east. All the way to my home island came the Wabnakis. Some came on feet, some on wheels, some came on wings -- ohh . . . see how it feels! Chorus We come from a tree, we come from the ground, we come from the ocean . . . we come from a cloud. Many different voices, many different songs. Many different dreams and visitations. Chorus Here we are in this crazy state, maybe we'll be here next week. Or maybe up in the mountains, maybe down by the sea. Dancing in the details, laughing at our luck, spinning on this crazy globe -- holding each other up. Chorus

Toute la journée et toute la nuit je pense a toi et respire et toutes les choses m'apparaissant comme la bretelle sur ton épaule ¬ un voile de toi un symbole de toi un morceau --- de toi, un souvenir . . . et je me souviens ¬ ohhh ‹ je me souviens, ohhh, je me souviens de toi canadienne française américaine ma cher Liliane Lili. [Throughout the day, throughout the night, I think of you and breathe . . . and each thing at which I look appears to me like the halter strap on your shoulder blade ¬ a draping of you, a symbol of you, a piece of you, a remembrance of you . . . and I remember, oh I remember you: Canadian, French, American, my dearest Liliane ¬ Lili . . . ]

Cryingggggggggg . . . oh there . . . Sleep baby sleep . . . sleep baby sleep . . . Little child crying, crying, crying in the night little child crying, let me hold you hold you tight. Do you have a hunger? Do you have a thirst? Do you need a change? Tell me what is worst. Did you have a night mare? Did you see the night flare? Did you hear a sound? Did you feel the bomb? Do you want your papa? Do you want your mom? Do you cry for someone -- someone who is gone? I don't have no diamonds. I don't have no gold. But I have love and hope. Here's someone to hold. Do you have a hunger? Do you have a thirst? Do you need a change? A change in this world? Little child crying, crying, crying in the night little child crying, let me hold you hold you tight.

[In a pueblo in Mexico there is a widow who cooks pastries day and night in her small kitchen to support her children. She sings as she works ¬ and she is "nothing more than a voice, bu not less clear, less rare, less romantic; nothing more than a heart, nothing more than love . . but nothing less."] Nada mas que una voz, pero no menos clara, nada mas que una voz, pero no menos rara, nada mas que una voz, pero no menos romantica, nada mas que una voz, pura voz, pura voz. Nada mas que corazon, pero no menos clara, nada mas que corazon, pero no menos rara, nada mas que corazon, pero no menos romantica, nada mas que corazon, pura corazon, pura corazon. Nada mas que amor, pero no menos clara, nada mas que amor, pero no menos rara, nada mas que amor, pero no menos romantica, nada mas que amor, pur' . . . amor

When the children are asleep, we've got a little date to keep. Sweet girl with the grayin' hair, come with me we'll go upstairs. And sweet girl with the grayin' hair, God knows what we'll do up there, but may God hear my fervent prayer that we'll find ourselves in love up there. And when the children move away, we'll go upstairs during the day. And we won't worry about the noise disturbing all the girls and boys. And when children grand and great come back, we'll enjoy their daily nap. And at the end of a long day we'll go upstairs and hit the hay. And when we're old and almost dead we'll have to spend all day in bed. But we won't have to go upstairs, we'll just spend all day and night up there. And when we die and turn to dust, God will look on down on us. And he'll say: "Hey you bags a' bones down there, come on up, come upstairs!"

Había una vez un pez que no sabia que el nadaba en el mar. Tenia una sed tan fuerte que no podía con esta acabar. Fue una sed para justicia y para libertad, una sed fuerte para amor. Buscaba en las algas, buscaba en el coral, buscaba por todas las aguas del sal. Un día una pez quien se llamaba Mercedes le encontró. Empezaron a platicar, empezaron a bailar, mientras nadando en el mar. Y después de unas horas empezaron a besar, mientras nadando en le mar. Y después de unos minutos, no podían continuar, a causa de falta de oxigeno. Y fue por eso que ellos descubrieron que ellos estaban nadando en un mar. Y fue preciso por eso que ellos empezaron a valuar el mar en lo que nadaban -- el mar en lo que tienen derechos, el mar de su libertad, el mar infinito de su amor. Y ellos son nada mas que peces, y no tienen ni cazuela ni comal pero ellos tienen todas las aguas del sal. Y se dice que no somos peces, cada uno es muy especial -- tiene alma y espíritu. Y por eso tengo una sed fuerte a saber si no es de sal -- en que tipo de mar nadas tu? [Once there was a fish that did not know it was swimming in the sea. He had a thirst so strong that he could not get quit of it. It was a thirst for justice and for liberty, a strong thirst for love. He searched midst the seaweeds, he searched amidst the coral, he searched in all of the waters that were of salt. One day a fish named Mercedes encountered him. They began to converse and to dance, all the while swimming in the sea. And after a few hours, they began to kiss, all the while swimming in the sea. And after a few hours, they could not go on, because of a lack of oxygen. And it was through this that they discovered that they were swimming in a sea. And it was precisely through this that they began to value the sea in which they were swimming ¬ the sea in which they have rights, the sea of their liberty, the infinite sea of their love. And they are nothing more than fish, they have neither a cooking pot nor a comal, but they have all the waters that are made of salt. And they say that we are not fish, each one of us is very special, each has a soul and a spirit. And for this reason I have a strong, strong thirst to know f it is not made of salt, in what kind of sea do you swim?]