this is the place where i grew up
where most of the people i know
but there are some bitter ends of life
and you can’t always taste the spice
in the blue sky, the birds fly
but at times dark clouds pass by
you'll never see the glory of the kingdom
if you engage in powerful lies ahh…
las piñas, just a taste of
the salts of las piñas
the salts of las piñas
the salts of las piñas ahh…
in the morning, workers make piles
of the crystals for refection
i used to argue about consumption
but you can’t always taste the spice
ahh…
© 1989 Darem Placer
21 July 1989
Salts of Las Piñas
