a trip to Mexico...
steve april vocal, guitar, percussive (melody, lyrics)
mark stein piano, horns, violin, bass
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a trip to Mexico......partly from a dream, recalling a vacation in Cuernavaca many years ago...
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Mexican Nights
1. South of the border
Looking for water,
Looking for the lost
Miracle daughters.
Scattering the ashes
Of my only mother
Only her and no other,
Sent by my brother.
On a Mexican night,
On a Mexican night
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh.
2. Was there a novel
Propped up by her bed,
Did I miss the hovel?
Hovel in her head?
What are you running from?
Inquired the troubadour,
My gentle inquisitor,
Up from one more border.
On a Mexican night,
On a Mexican night
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
The young hombre on the bus
Crashin’ through the Mexican night rose,
lightning flashin’/ left a bandana
With 1,000 pesos.
3. Goodby Mama,
who gave me this life,
Goo goo gaga,
all this stress and strife,
Gone are the streets here,
Will cut your face like a knife
If you look at them crooked,
But the stars shining bright.
On a Mexican night,
On a Mexican night
goo goo gaga, goo goo gaga.
(Cuenevaca ’77, mariachi bands hold the square,
Dark beautiful women from nowhere do our beds there
Walk by a bakery, next to funeral home and a hearse,
Girls hold hands with their mothers,
And cross themselves, hurry by church.). extended version
On a Mexican night,
On a Mexican night
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh.
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