Red earth road, red earth road,
Where are you leading? I don't know.
Red earth track, red earth track,
I followed you once, but I'm not coming back.
Red earth trail, red earth trail,
Dead-end street or Holy Grail?
River's flooded, stream's in spate,
Taking my chance in the hands of fate.
Stream's in spate and river's in flood,
Water's full of chickens' blood.
Pig's been slaughtered, hung to dry,
Don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Boar's been shot and bull's been stuck,
Its cock and balls in the freezer truck.
Santa María, ven aquí,
Blood's still dripping from the tree.
If you find out who's still the boss,
Mark the place with a wooden cross.
Priest's in the bar or else in jail,
Hammer the truth with an iron nail.
Shoulders hurting, feet are sore,
But the pain in my heart I'm feeling more.
Full moon rising, sun is down,
Five hundred miles to Jimmy's town.
Red earth road, red earth road,
Where are you leading? I don't know.
Red earth track, red earth track,
I followed you once, but I'm not coming back.
Interesting, but difficult to comment on because it seems to work on several levels. No need to answer this, but I wonder if you have been able to stay away from the red earth track.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to capture the visceral quality of Spain, its in-your-face gutsiness, the corruption of its Catholic history. Plus of course blending in my own track and trail through this landscape.
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