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EARTH / ROCK ARC
02:33
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WATER
04:52
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AIR
03:19
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FIRE / HURRIAN HYMN
01:47
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BUT THEN…
00:09
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CONQUEST / MAYHEM
03:51
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from El Huerfanito / The Orphan
A traditional Mexican huapango
EL HUERFANITO
Es la perla más preciosa / La madre sobre la tierra
La madre sobre la tierra / Es la perla más preciosa
Es pena muy dolorosa / pa’l hijo que no la tenga
Donde estas madre amorosa / Quién darte vida puidera?
It’s the most precious pearl / The mother over the earth
The mother over the earth / Is the most precious pearl
It’s a very painful sorrow / For the one that doesn’t have one
Where are you, loving mother? / Who could give you life again?
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Herida Abierta De Las Frontera - Corrido, by Abel Rocha
Vivo la agonía de la espera
En esta fría prisión
Sin mi mama y mi papa
Se muere mi corazón
Las luces siempre encendidas
Que me prohíben dormir
Con lo que llaman comida
Milagro es sobrevivir
Soy un niño en desamparo
De mis padres separado
Vivo en mi ser el abuso
Sin ternura vivo yo, condenado
En pleno siglo veintiuno
Mas de cien anos cantando
Sigue el Corrido cantando
Mil penas e infortúnios
Canto a la Revolución
Y al pueblo trabajador
Los que mueren en la raya
De hambre, frio o de calor
Vuela vuela palomita
Vuela y cruza la frontera
Ve y dile al que no lo entienda
Que es duro, dejar tu tierra
En Guatemala y Honduras
Aún Mexico y Salvador
Donde no se vive paz
Y solo reina el terror
Democracias destruidas
Intervencuon militar
Crimen organizado
Solo quedan inmigrantes
Y miles de refugiados
Sueno mi América libre
Y no un sueño americano
Y condenado a la huida
Sin ningún Derecho Humano
Señores ya me despido
Cantando esta canción
Hay quienes viven tragedias
Y quienes cantan su horror
Vuela vuela gorrioncillo
Vuela para aquella higuera
Esto va para los niños
Que lloran en la Frontera.
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I live the agony of waiting In this cold prison Without my mama Without my papa
My heart is dying
Lights are always on
So that we cannot sleep With what they call food It’s a miracle to survive
I’m a child without protection
Of my parents I am separated
This abuse now lives in my being
I’m condemned to live without tenderness
In this twenty first century
More than a hundred years singing The Corrido keeps telling
Stories of sorrow
Stories of despair
Songs of Revolution
Songs of the working class
Songs of the ones that died struggling
Of hunger, cold or heat, crossing
Fly fly little dove
Fly and cross the border
Go and tell the ones that don't understand How hard it is to leave your country
In Guatemala and Honduras
Even Mexico and Salvador
Where peace is not lived
And only horror reigns
Destroyed democracies Military interventions
Organized crime, Leaving behind immigrants
And thousands of refugees
I dream of my free America
Not the American dream
And I’m condemned
Without a single human right to help me
Ladies and gentlemen
I’m saying goodbye with this song
There are the ones living the tragedies
And there are the ones who just talk about them
Fly fly little bird
Fly to that fig tree
This song is for the children That cry there, on the border
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10. |
LA BRUJA
05:05
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Allá por la madrugada
Se oía una carcajada
Se oía una carcajada
Allá por la madrugada
Era una bruja malvada
que iba de retirada
y con su escoba volaba
y hacia la luna apuntaba, ay mama
Ay bruja tan linda, bruja seductora
Me cubre de besos al llegar la aurora
Y dígame y dígame y dígame usted
Cuantas criaturitas se ha chupado usted
Ninguna ninguna ninguna porque
No soy Chupacabras, me confunde usted
Ninguna ninguna ninguna porque
Tan solo yo quiero comermelo uste
No hay que temerle a los muertos
Ni a los fantasmas cautivos
Ni a los fantasmas cautivos
No hay que temerle a los muertos
Menos a las sabias brujas
Ni a los conjuros siniestros
Ni a los viejas curanderas
Hay que temerle a los vivos, mama
Dígame y dígame y diga porque
En frente al espejo su imagen no ve
su imagen no ve
Le digo le digo le digo y dire
Que, yo si me veo
Usted no me ve
Y dígame y dígame y dígame usted
Cuantas criaturitas se ha chupado usted
Ninguna, ninguna, ninguna, no se
Tan solo yo quiero comermelo a usted
~~~
There, just before the dawn
A laughter was heard
A laughter was heard There, just before the dawn
It was the evil witch
Flying on her broom
She was flying on her broom Aiming to the moon, ay mama
Beautiful witch, seductress witch
Cover my whole body with kisses
When the dawn arrives
And tell me, and tell me and you tell me
How many little creatures have you sucked in?
No one, no one, no one, why?
I’m not Chupacabras, you are confused No one, no one, no one, why?
It’s you, the only one I want to eat
We shouldn’t fear the dead ones
Nor the captive ghosts
Nor the captive ghosts
We shouldn’t fear the dead ones
Even less, the beautiful witches and their wisdom Nor even sinister spells
Nor the elder healers
It’s some that’s living we have to fear, ay mama
And tell me, and tell me, and tell me why
In front of the mirror your image is not seen?
I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you and tell you again
That I see myself there
It’s you, the one who cannot see
And tell me, and tell me, and you tell me
How many little creatures have you sucked in?
No one, no one, no one, I don’t know
It’s you, the only one I want to eat!
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11. |
IRONY BOARDS BRUJAHA
07:29
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Mujer o bruja
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12. |
STILL HURRIAN
03:43
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INTRO
A A Bb Bb A A Bb Bb
C7 - - C7- - C7 - - Fm - -
In the fertile lands of Campeche Mexico
C7 - - C7- - C7 - - Fm - A Mayan woman named Leydy Pech trans-FORMED into the Queen
Bbm - - Bbm - -
of Beekeepers, de-FY-ing the grim reaper
Bbm - - C7 - -
Hiding behind Mon-SAN-to’s plans
Bbm - - F# - -
To zone and to clone a moaning monoculture
C7 - - F - -
To poison the magic land
Bbm - - Bbm - -
It was the beekeepers who de-FIED the grim reaper
Bbm - - C7 - -
Hiding behind Mon-SAN-to’s plans
Bbm - - F# - -
To clone and to hone a devilish tone
C7 - - F - -
To poison the magic land
Dm Dm
Power to the pollinators!
C C
Mother Father Earth Cre-A-tors
Bb Bb
Leydy Pech oh please
A A Bb Bb / A A Bb Bb
Let us love the bees ---------
C7 - - C7- - C7- - Fm
She gathered la gente, the lawyers, the farmers,
C7 - - C7- - C7- - Fm - -
the wise Mayan elders and the beekeepers daughters
Bbm Bbm - -
Her love for life and de-FEND-ing the land
Bbm C7 - -
Fueled the fight and powered the witness stands
Bbm F#m C7 F
With the forces of nature coursing through their hands
Bbm - - Bbm - -
It was the beekeepers who de-FIED the grim reaper
Bbm - - C7 - -
Hiding behind Mon-SAN-to’s plans
Bbm - - F# - -
To clone and to hone a devilish tone
C7 - - F - -
To poison the magic land
Dm Dm
Pollinate the revol-U-tion! (bzz bzz)
C C
Fertile thoughts to grow sol-U-tions
Bb Bb
The bee connection, honey’d hands
A A Bb Bb / A A Bb Bb
Sus-TAIN our cultures and the lands --------------------
C7 - - C7- - C7 - - Fm - -
Many brave SOULS quelled Mon-SANT-o’s mo-NO-poly, supplanting
C7 - - C7- - C7 - - Fm - -
Mono with many, and poison with plenty
Bbm - - Bbm - - Bbm - - C7 - -
Now they’re feeding the forests, the fields are filled with local seed,
Bbm - - F# - - C7 - - F - -
And those beloved bees fly all around as they please
Bbm - - Bbm - -
It was the beekeepers who de-FIED the grim reaper
Bbm - - C7 - -
Hiding behind Mon-SAN-to’s plans
Bbm - - F# - -
To clone and to hone a devilish tone
C7 - - F - -
To poison the magic land
Dm Dm
Power to the pollinators!
C C
Mother Father Earth Cre-A-tors
Bb Bb
Leydy Pech oh please
A A Bb Bb / A A Bb Bb / A A Bb Bb
Let us love the bees ----- love the bees------- love the bees -----
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I’m the quiet flight of a butterfly of peace
I’m starlight capable to fulfill your wish
Light of a star I am
I’ll bring you to the dream time
Soy el vuelo tranquilo de mariposa a de paz
Soy estrella fugaz cumplir tu deseo capaz
Luz de una estrella soy
A traerte el sueno voy
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15. |
UNTRAPT
03:35
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Take it on down when you drop your gown
No longer frown cuz you’re no longer bound
You heare your spirit sounding, leaping and bounding
You feel it rounding the corner
Your former dormer is now unfolding
The golden chair is now rolling
Lolling and tolling, doling and holy
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Amy Denio / Spoot Music Seattle, Washington
Amy Denio is an award-winning multi-instrumentalist composer, singer and music producer based in Seattle, WA. She's been
commissioned to compose for dance, theater and film, and has received numerous grants and fellowships and collaborated with artists worldwide.
She has performed at festivals, clubs, schools, prisons, social centers and ruins throughout Europe, North America and Asia.
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