Emilio lives in an attic Plays a flamenco guitar Our prayers fall down his window And roll down flanders of rusted out cars They harmonize with the sirens And mix with that racket downstairs They wonder out into the traffic Emilio's misguided prayers The moon is Emilio's mistress On her there's no journeys back Some nights she comes to him naked and cold And some nights she only wears black When the full moon flows from his bottle Somehow there's always a fight When the moon and the lunatic dance, "senorina" The beautiful music spins into the night and they dance In his dreams he can see the "abuelas" They offer him razors and wine Suspicious Emilio measures The "vino" against the divine But he never has come to believe them Or accepted their Heavenly host So vigous and savage darling The Saint and the sinner he prays to the most Emilio lives in an attic Plays a flamenco guitar Our prayers fall down his window And roll down flanders of rusted out cars
Emilio lives in an attic Plays a flamenco guitar Our prayers fall down his window And roll down flanders of rusted out cars They harmonize with the sirens And mix with that racket downstairs They wonder out into the traffic Emilio's misguided prayers The moon is Emilio's mistress On her there's no journeys back Some nights she comes to him naked and cold And some nights she only wears black When the full moon flows from his bottle Somehow there's always a fight When the moon and the lunatic dance, "senorina" The beautiful music spins into the night and they dance In his dreams he can see the "abuelas" They offer him razors and wine Suspicious Emilio measures The "vino" against the divine But he never has come to believe them Or accepted their Heavenly host So vigous and savage darling The Saint and the sinner he prays to the most Emilio lives in an attic Plays a flamenco guitar Our prayers fall down his window And roll down flanders of rusted out cars
