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Entre Bleecker y Bourbon Street

by Antonio Hernando

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1.
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they're telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me
2.
Our conversation was short and sweet It nearly swept me off of my feet And I'm back in the rain, oh And you are on dry land You made it there somehow You're a big girl now Love is so simple, to quote a phrase You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days Oh, I know where I can find you, oh In somebody's room It's a price I have to pay You're a big girl all the way Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence He's singin' his song for me at his own expense And I'm just like that bird, oh Singin' just for you I hope that you can hear Hear me singin' through these tears Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last I can change, I swear, oh See what you can do I can make it through You can make it, too A change in the weather is known to be extreme But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream? I'm going out of my mind, oh With a pain that stops and starts Like a corkscrew to my heart Ever since we've been apart
3.
I put a spell on you Because you're mine Stop the things you do Watch out I ain't lyin' I can't stand No runnin' around I can't stand No put me down I put a spell on you Because you're mine Stop the things you do Watch out I ain't lyin' I love you I love you I love you, anyhow I don't care if you don't want me I'm yours right now I put a spell on you Because you're mine Mine, mine, you're mine
4.
You know I lose, you know I win You know I call for the shape I'm in. It's just a game you see me play, Only real in the way That I feel from day to day. Although the answer is not unknown, I'm searchin', searchin', and how I've grown. It's not all right to say goodbye, And the world on a string Doesn't mean a thing. No, the world on a string Doesn't mean a thing. It's only real in the way That I feel from day to day. No, the world on a string Doesn't mean a thing.
5.
Wake up you sleepy fly Forget the debt you owe Well sing the sorrow song Well leave before you grow I know that you need some relief The spit's falling over The gaps of your teeth The flush in your face is displayed They want you to love They want you to bleed There's a gem in the rock that’s been thrown There's a vein of pure gold in the stone There's a gem in the rock that’s been thrown There's a vein of pure gold in the stone Wake up you sleepy fly You gotta raise a vein Forget the things to say Believe yourself again I know that you need some relief The spit's falling over The gaps of your teeth The flush in your face is displayed They want you to love They want you to bleed There's a gem in the rock that's been thrown There's a vein of pure gold in the stone There's a gem in the rock that's been thrown There's a vein of pure gold in the stone There's a vein of pure gold in the stone
6.
Some people think they jive me But I know they must be crazy Don't see their misfortune, Guess they’re just too lazy Je suis le Grand Zombie My yellow belt of choison Ain't afraid of no tom cat Fill my brains with poison Walk thru the fire Fly thru the smoke See my enemy, At the end of their rope Walk on pins and needles See what they can do Walk on guilded splinters With the King of the Zulu Come Get It, Get It, Come, Come Walk on guilded splinters 'Til I Burn Up ,'Til I Burn Up... I rolled out my coffin Drink poison in my chalice Pride begins to fade And you all feel my malice Put gris-gris on your doorstep Soon you'll be in the gutter Melt your heart like butter I can make you stutter Come Get It, Kill It, Come, Come Walk on guilded splinters Come Get It, Kill It, Come, Come Walk on guilded splinters 'Til I Burn Up ,'Til I Burn Up... Come Get It, Get It, Come, Come Walk on guilded splinters... Coco Robichaux Come on down to my soiree Bring your parain, your Marie, your Mamie, your Dondi, your cousin And the whole family No fine de cose bonne? La jovial la chandelle? Se la fais la carabas? Coco Robichaux, Coco Robichaux, Padre diablo? Gran come the bride? With your Coco Robichaux With your Coco Robichaux Come Get It, Kill It, Come, Come Walk on guilded splinters Come Get It, Kill It, Come, Come Walk on guilded splinters...
7.
Well, you play that tarantella, all the hounds they start to roar The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor They drive along the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past So send me off to bed for evermore Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do Just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews Turn the spit on that pig, kick the drum and let me down Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past So send me off to bed for evermore Make sure she's all in calico and the color of a doll Wave the flag on Cadillac day, and a skillet on the wall Cut me a switch or hold your breath 'til the sun goes down Write my name on the hood, send me off to another town Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs I’ll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past So send off to bed for evermore Send me off to bed for evermore Send me off to bed for evermore
8.
Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tell I don't think I can live without you And I know that I never will Oh my baby baby I want you so it scares me to death I can't say anymore than "I love you" Everything else is a waste of breath I want you, You've had your fun you don't get well no more I want you, Your fingernails go dragging down the wall Be careful darling you might fall I want you, I woke up and one of us was crying I want you, You said "Young man I do believe you're dying" I want you, If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days I want you, You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways I want you, Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget I want you, Since when were you so generous and inarticulate I want you, It's the thought of him undressing you or you undressing him And you were fool enough to love him when he said "I want you" I want you, I'm not ashamed to say I cried for you I want you, I want to know the things you did that we do too I want you, I want to hear he pleases you more than I do I want you, Oh no my darling not with that clown I want you I want you In want you, every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up I want you, again and again, I want you
9.
I went down to St. James Infirmary Saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table So cold, so sweet, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can look this wide world over She'll never find a sweet man like me When I die I want you to dress me in straight lace shoes I wanna Boxback coat and a Stetson hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the boys will know that I died standin' back
10.
I saw Jesus on the cross on a hill called Calvary "do you hate mankind for what they done to you? " He said, "talk of love not hate, things to do - it's getting late. I've so little time and I'm only passing through." Passing through, passing through. Sometimes happy, sometimes blue, Glad that I ran into you. Tell the people that you saw me passing through. I saw Adam leave the garden with an apple in his hand, I said "now you're out, what are you going to do? " "plant some crops and pray for rain, maybe raise a little cane. I'm an orphan now, and I'm only passing through." Passing through, passing through ... I was with Washington at Valley Ford, shivering in the snow. I said, "how can the men here suffer like they do? " "men will suffer, men will fight, even die for what is right Even though they know they're only passing through" Passing through, passing through ... I was with Franklin Roosevelt's side on the night before he died. He said, "one world must come out of world war two" (ah, the fool) "Yankee, Russian, white or tan, " he said, "a man is still a man. We're all on one road, and we're only passing through." Passing through, passing through ... Passing through, passing through ...
11.
You can't depend on your family you can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning you can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence you can't depend on God You can only depend on one thing you need a busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by busload of faith to get by You can't depend on no miracle you can't depend on the air You can't depend on a wise man you can't find them, they're not there You can't depend on any churches unless there's real estate you wanna buy You can't depend on a lot of things you need a busload of faith Busload of faith to get by busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by busload of faith to get by But you can depend on cruelty crudity of thought and sound You can depend on the worst always happening You just need A busload of faith to get by busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by busload of faith to get by That spoon, spoon, spoonful spoon, spoon, spoonful...

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La música lleva salvándome toda la vida. Al descubrir un vinilo, al terminar una canción, al escuchar una guitarra a lo lejos en una calle. Estaba claro, aunque no lo supiera al principio, que terminaría también salvando una situación completamente nueva, distópica e inverosímil, como fue el confinamiento por culpa de la pandemia de la primavera de 2020. Estábamos ya a finales de abril, y la incertidumbre al no saber cuándo se podría volver a los escenarios estaba recalando en mí con un estado de melancolía y desididia propio de la impotencia, las trágicas noticias y la rutina. Justo entonces recibí una llamada de Félix el "Duende" para grabar desde casa alguna versión del mundo Beatles para su nuevo programa de radio, "Billete a Liverpool". Eso encendió la chispa y de repente tenía la casa con todos los instrumentos fuera de sus fundas, rodeado de cables por el suelo, el ordenador echando humo y disfrutando como nunca. Tras acabar "Working Class Hero", de John Lennon, fue tal el grado de satisfacción y felicidad en esos momentos que durante los próximos dos meses me dediqué diariamente a lo mismo, estudiando, sacando canciones, haciendo listas, buceando en discografías y probando y grabando sin parar. El resultado es este, un disco sin fines comerciales, con los que simplemente quiero devolver la deuda a mis ídolos y hacer que vosotros (ojalá) os emocionéis, descubráis nuevas canciones y os reconciliéis con alguno de estos artistas. Si pasara algo de esto, todo esfuerzo no habrá sido en vano.

Cuando empezó a tener forma toda esta colección de canciones, incluso me di el capricho de llamar a amigos para que me enviararan sus también pistas confinadas para engrandecer los temas: trombón, piano, saxo, clarinete...luego Meri Moon, en casa, quien también me hizo los coros, hizo un diseño espectacular con estética de vinilo para cerrar el proceso.

Bleecker Street es la calle más importante de la bohemia neoyorquina, atravesando Greenwich Village, donde comenzaron Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen o Neil Young o donde vivió John Lennon, nombrada incluso en canciones de Simon & Garfunkel o Bruce Springsteen. Y es que incluso Tom Waits cambió Los Ángeles por Manhattan para su aclamado "Rain Dogs". Por otro lado, Bourbon Street hace lo propio en el Barrio Francés de Nueva Orleans, el barrio más musical del planeta, cuyas trompetas jamás están en silencio. Como la de sus primeros embajadores, Louis Armstrong o Louis Prima, pasando por Dr. John, tan presente en el disco, como nexo con el resto de músicas y artistas incluidos. Es por lo que el concepto e historia de ambas calles era el contexto perfecto para dar título a estas canciones: "Entre Bleecker y Bourbon Street" ya era una realidad.

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released June 15, 2020

En estas evasiones sonoras hemos participado:

Antonio Hernando: Voz y coros, guitarras, hammond, armónica, baglamá, melódica, vibráfono, piano, ukelele, megáfono y percusiones.
Meri Moon: Coros en 6 y 10.
Jairo Martín: Piano en 3.
Ignasi Ruiz: Saxofón en 3 y 9, clarinete en 9.
Jorge Moreno: Trombón en 7.
César Sánchez: Guitarra eléctrica en 11.

Grabado en casa entre finales de abril y principios de junio de 2020, en mitad de una pandemia que silenció música y vida durante varios meses.

Mezclado y masterizado por Antonio Hernando.

Javier Jimeno Maté: Fotografía de portada.
Meri Moon: Diseño y foto interior (www.merimoondesign.com)

*Álbum sin ánimo de lucro ni interés económico. Grabado únicamente como homenaje y agradecimiento a los artistas responsables de mi concepción vital y musical por su talento e infinita influencia.

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Búsqueda incesante: así podemos describir la carrera musical de Antonio Hernando, con giras constantes y más de 15 países a sus espaldas. Ahora vuelve a sorprendernos con "La Liturgia Eléctrica" (2021), producido por Miguel Herrero, con sabor a rock añejo, góspel y Nueva Orleans. Una nueva vuelta de tuerca de como vemos, un artista inclasificable, que no deja de acumular discos y experiencias. ... more

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