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We’ll be stretching out the Chingón Americana, roots, blues sound this June and July in NYC.
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Above, The Burning Sun (Arriba quemando el sol)
Music and original Spanish Lyrics: Violeta Parra/English Lyrics: Cristian Amigo – Lyric ballad in 3 sections/7 stanzas
I.
When I came to New York city with ten dollars in my hand
Bought some bread to fill my stomach
Caught the rain to wash my hair
Hoped that my fine education
Would help me find a job there
And above, the burning sun
You can’t do much with ten dollars
But I felt a millionaire
Among homeless children, drunkards and old people who lived there
Under scaffolds under bridges
Under boxes, underwear
And above, the burning sun
II.
When I sleep here on the subway
In the last car of the train
Folks don’t want to be too near me
They treat me with clear disdain
Like I’s stupid or I’s lazy, certifiably insane
And above, the burning sun
I have seen ten million faces
But for few I got blank stares
Their eyes go on past or through me
It’s as if I wasn’t there
When I play a Bach sonata
No one listens
No one cares
And above, the burning sun
Maybe I’m too tired or crazy
Cause I can’t pretend to care
’bout the market, or celebrities, success, career, affairs.
You could say that I’ve gone fishing
Though my body remains here
And above, the burning sun
III.
I had just come to the city
When the towers burned and fell
When four thousand souls departed
I awoke as from a spell
A man dressed up like a pirate
Said well what did you expect?
And above, the burning sun
When I get out if this city
I will be an older man
I’ll be leaving with four dollars
That’s six less than when I came
I have played and talked with princes, men of god, and sons of Sam
And above the burning sun
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This is what I think about slow upload response from digital distributors. C’mon it’s your business, fools. Wake up.
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You’ve got to water the plant to make it GRO, y’all. Get GRO’s debut at CD BABY. xoxoxox
