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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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...
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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
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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
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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
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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 ...
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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.
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.