Monday, March 15, 2004

WITHOUT COMMENT

This came in from fidicen, and I figured that the only thing to do was to post it without comment, except that I had never seen the full lyric in print before, plus to do this is probably illegal, but fuck whatever media corporation thinks they own the poetry. Let ‘em sue me. I’m in the mood for conflict. I cry at Spanish Civil War movies, and so did Joe, so I doubt he'd mind. I also hear that Aznar's out and the socialists took power in the Spanish elections, and will pull their troops out of Iraq -- but at what a hideous price.

SPANISH BOMBS (Strummer/Jones)

Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the vendanna open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight

CHORUS
Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito
Yote querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud

The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon


CRYPTIQUE – They shall not pass.


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