Tijuana Soul spread thin like cream cheese
guacamole of the heart
cementing with the grit
un-lost and wandering…

… escucha a la musica de la calle
y los sonidos de la razza
mariachi groupos mixto con los autos
y hacen musica nuevo y extranio

yo hablo con mi esperitu
"¿Que Quieres?"
"¿Que Sentido?"
Yo no se, verdad…

I find myself at tables
wondering at people
the beer is always better here
everything is alive
each street bursts with opportunities
here life has not yet submitted
to a yoke of corporate oppression

What do you want?
How do you feel?
truly I don't know