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Calexico
Calexico




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Альбом Calexico


Aerocalexico (2001)
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Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep you little baby
When you wake, you shall have cake
And all the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and greys
All the pretty little horses
Hmm, and mama loves, daddy loves
Oh they love their little baby
When you wake, you shall have cake
And all the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and greys
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and greys
Coach and six white horses
Way down yonder, down in the meadow
Lies a poor little child
The bees and the flies are pickin' out its eyes
The poor little child crying for its mother
Oh, crying for its mother
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep you little baby
When you wake, you shall have cake
And all the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and greys
Coach and six white horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and greys
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and greys
All the pretty little horses

. . .


Words and music by Nick Drake
Originally by Nick Drake

Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand
Who has taken you far from my land
Who has said that my sayings were wrong
And who will say that I stayed much too long?
Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me
Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies
To see the earth through painted eyes
To look through panes of shaded glass
See the stains of winter's grass
Can you now return to from where you came
Try to burn your changing name
Or with silver spoons and coloured light
Will you worship moons in winter's night
Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me

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You say you're leaving - going back home
Where's your family. where do you come from
Something's missing in your life. you've felt it all along
Retrace your steps, balance and check where it all went wrong
The spirit is broken. the path is overrun
You can't move forward and now nothing gets done
I hope you find some. in a peace along the way
Whatever it takes I pray you'll make it home on christmas day
In case you don't find what you need when you finally arrive
And your heart is snowed in there's no warmth or light
Take this candle with you and this book of matches as well
As you're climbing the walls there's no answer at all
Except the gift you give yourself
I trust that you'll find some in a peace through times that are rough
What would it take to hear you say the gift you give is love
The gift you live in enough

. . .



Down the crooked road a ways
A child's shadow hiding in the briar
Tending to a twisted heart that's bent and broken
Wounded and abandoned left amongst the rotted root to rot
Moon, crimson moon
Rose marie's walking down the crooked road a ways
All aglow, her fair white skin
Portrait of beauty, angel to many
Hears the hush crying from the briar
Reaches in her hand to see what's the matter
And is dragged through the darkness
Beneath the lonely cypress
The town's beloved daughter
Carried to her death in the turbid waters
And set afloat downstream
Whole town erupts, bursts into flame
Parties go a-searching down the crooked road a ways
Find old rufus there drunk and asleep
Fishing by the water must have killed our beloved daughter
Can't hold back these waves of anger
Tie a rope around his neck
See if he still hollers
Another innocent soul hangs over the briar

. . .



Gilbert works alone, late into the night
Dangling from a free way overpass
He's welding rebar and sculpting concrete
They're paving in the gap way out west
In off in the distance, the sleepy city shines
He raises his mask to take a look
Slip from the perch, still holding onto his torch
I see him falling just like a burning star
Out of control
And went drifting way off course
And went drifting way off course
Waking up confused in a bed of thorn
And a world turns upside down
No questions asked, no party ever searched
Like a blip gilbert slips into a void
A rustle nearby then a vision appears
Made from saguaro boots and rib
Grabs a hold of this prickly hand
And together they stand
Walk on through the ruins of a world
That lost control
And went way off course
Drifting off its course

. . .


Words and music by Mark Eitzel
From Come On Beautiful - the Songs of American Music Club

All the sweet mouth really wanted
Just fell from her grip
The worst hell you can drag your soul through
Is trying to make all the lies stick
You might as well not make an effort
Lots of bills lying around unpaid
Still I guess some things seem better than
Lying in a bed an old child made
She's got her walkman on
She's got chanel number five
Look at her walk
She's holding her head upright
Wants to show she's got some pride
To the headlights
All over town people looking for
Their little piece of goodnight
Maybe it's finally time
To turn away from the light
All her sweet mouth really wanted
Was lost in her smile
And her soul just lost the taste that makes
Any good lie worthwhile
I know I never asked you to read their minds
So why did you have to go ahead and do it anyway
You think maybe someday if you're good
They'll let you disappear from the scene
But nothing can hide a beating
She's got her walkman on
She's got chanel number five
Look at her walk
She's holding her head upright
Wants to show she's got some pride
To the headlights
Doesn't she look good

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With Marianne Dissard
Words and music by Kris Kristofferson
From Nothing Left To Lose - A Tribute To Kris Kristofferson

Casey joins the hollow sound
Of silent people walking down
The stairway to the subway
In the shadows down below

Following their footsteps
Through the neon-darkened corridor
Silent desperation
Never speaking to a soul

The poison air he is breathing
Has the dirty smell of dye
Cause it's never seen the sunshine
And it's never felt the rain

But casey minds the arrows
And ignores the fatal echoes
Of the clickin' of the turnstiles
And the rattle of his chains

Oh, she said,
Casey, it's been so long
Since I seen you
Here, she said
Just a kiss to make a body smile
See, she said
I put on new stockings just to please you
Lord, she said
Casey can you only stay a while?

Casey leaves the underground
And stops inside the golden crown
For something wet to wipe away
The chill that's on his bone

Seeing his reflection
In the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for anything they can
To keep from going home

Standing in the corner
Casey drinks his pint of bitter
Never glancing in the mirror
At the people passing by

And he stumbles as he's leaving
And he wonders if the reason
Is the beer that's in his belly
Or the tear that's in his eye

Oh, she said
I suppose you seldom think about me
Now, she said
Now that you've a family of your own
Still, she said
It's so blessed good to feel your body
Lord, she said
Casey, it's a shame to be alone

. . .


With Valerie Leulliot of Autour de Lucie
Words and music by Lee Hazlewood
From Total Lee - The Songs of Lee Hazlewood
Originally by Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood

There's no one in this world for me
There's never gonna be
There's no one in this world needs me
There's never gonna be
Yet sometimes in my dreams I hear...

Sundown
I miss you, sundown
I need you, sundown
Come on, come on, come on, come on, back to me
Come on, come on, come on, come on, back to me
I need you, sundown
I need you, sundown

There's no hands ever reached for me
There's never gonna be
There's no one meant for lonely me
There's never gonna be
Yet sometimes in my dreams I hear...

Sundown
I miss you, sundown
I want you, sundown
Come on, come on, come on, come on, back to me
Come on, come on, come on, come on, back to me
I love you, sundown
I love you, sundown

Sometimes in my dreams
I love you, sundown
I love you, sundown
Sometimes in my dreams
I love you, sundown

. . .


Words and music by Tom T. Hall
From Real - The Tom T. Hall Project
Originally by Tom T. Hall

Have you read any good telephone books lately?
If you ain't then let me recommend one
I've already read that tulsa telephone book thirteen times
If you don't know any last names it ain't much fun
Readin' that tulsa telephone book, can drive a guy insane
Especially if that girl you're lookin' for has no last name
I gotta find her and tell her, I don't want our love to end
So I'm readin' that tulsa telephone book again
Well, I was in tulsa and didn't have anything goin'
She lived in tulsa and didn't have anything on
She said, "my name is juanita," and I said, "my name is j.b. [t.]"
When I woke up the very next mornin' she was gone
All of the tulsa operators know my voice now
And they gotta know how long I've been alone
If you meet a girl named juanita with some ribbons in her hair
Would you tell her that she's wanted on the phone
Readin' that tulsa telephone book, can drive a guy insane
Especially if that girl you're lookin' for has no last name
I gotta find her and tell her, I don't want our love to end
So I'm readin' that tulsa telephone book again
I'm readin' that tulsa telephone book again

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Words and music by Bryan Maclean
Originally by Love

Yeah, said it's all right
I won't forget
All the times I've waited patiently for you
And you'll do just what you choose to do
And I will be alone again tonight my dear

Yeah, I heard a funny thing
Somebody said to me
You know that I could be in love with almost everyone
I think that people are
The greatest fun
And I will be alone again tonight my dear

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Convict pool

In the land of salvation
Is where you find this masterpiece
Of a right-wing kidney punch
Escape convict pool
Escape

Executions are nearly flawless
So riding forever
In the deep
Or taking it into the shallow
Is not a problem

Escape convict pool
Escape
Convict pool
Escape

Check the underwriter killers
For video surveillance
Of the convict pool
In the warden son's
Private collection

Escape convict pool
Escape
Social fool
We evade

I forget to mention
That the coping of this baby's like butter
So stand up and grind far

Escape convict pool
Escape
Parental fools
We evade

Tony and george
Avoid the nipple
Protusion on the wall
With a backside hurricane
Over the death box
We fall

And escape
Convict pool
Escape
Social tool
Evade
Courtroom duel
Escape

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To save this sad, lonesome cry
Sorrow fills the oceans wide
Calling you close, promising love
Letting passion navigate you

Into the arms of sirena
Into the eyes of sirena
Into the heart of sirena
Dancing like ghosts, haunting the shore

The old ones warn, stay away
Her love is sweet, but sorrow too great
Dreams of leaving her curse for good
Rise from the sea as flesh and blood

Still the wind carries her voice
Fills all thoughts, sways your choice
Drawn the fear, capsize the heart
Till all passion navigates you

Into the arms of sirena
Into the eyes of sirena
Into the haert of sirena
Dancing like ghosts over the waves
Safe in the harber of her embrace

Bebe mi vino de amor
Besos de kerosina
Volvierdo el mar en infierno!

To save this sad, tragic soul
Sorrow's worse than the tide's pull
Sinking deeper, gasping for love
Till desire navigates you

Into the arms of sirena
Into the eyes of sirena
Into the heart of sirena
Dancing with ghosts under the waves

And into the arms of sirena
Into the eyes of sirena
Into the heart of sirena
Caught in the rip tide, smashed on the reef
Joining the mass of bones underneath
Falling deeper in love's illusion of sirena

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