tim buckley
tijuana moon
They told me all the hymns were born Out of the saxophone, And I went down to test them all Beneath the Tijuana moon, I saw violence in the moon Two broken lovers strong and strewn, I drank myself into a dream:  Tijuana moon, My daddy Tijuana moon, Oh my darlin', Tijuana moon Lord my daddy Tijuana moon  You can keep the Texas blues,  Tequila and the burning stone, But my amigo Nothin's good against the Tijuana moon  Talk about daddy Tijuana moon Talk about lovin' Tijuana moon Talk about daddy Tijuana moon