Альбом Calexico

Wire fences still coiled with flowers of the night
Songs of the birds like hands call the earth to witness
Sever from fear before taking flight.
Fences that fail and fall to the ground
Bearing the fruit from Jara's Hands
Me siento solo y perdido
Una vela alumbra mi camino
Cruzando tierras que nunca he visto
Cruzando ei rio de mi destino
Solo soy un chico mas
Que sueha en alto y mirando al mar
All alone and lost
My path is lit by flame
Crossing lands never seen
Crossing rivers of my destiny
Only a boy nothing more
Day dreaming wanting more

There are code breakers with lines well tapped
Traces sweeping out across the static night
You are drapped in white like the blossoms of the tree
Looking down a glass elevator
At your father signing the papers for
Two silver trees, two silver trees
Two worlds in need, two silver trees

Branches falling down
From sources underground
False identities
Stranded in each single seed

False sense of warning no poisoned cup
Just deception crawling up like a snake
Decay of the blossoms and roots well hacked
Spoil the hidden waters dying at the base of
Two silver trees, two silver trees
Two worlds in need, two silver trees

Branches falling down
From sources underground
False identities
Stranded in each single seed

4 in the morning the sidewalk's asleep
Dogs on the porch,
Spiders on the leaf
Shipwrecked by night sailing through days
Nobody noticed the slipping away
Connecting the dots with thorns in his side
Boarded up the Windows with pain and with pride
The music box broken that once was his soul
Its sad little song spinning out of control
Then came the storm that washed the roads out
Closed both his eyes and pointed straight south
Second line drums marched into the sea
While the clouds overhead cried "mutiny"
They parted for Cathy and her bitter news
As her words fail and the sky grew dim
Recalled how close to that exit I've been
Ours not to reply, ours not to reason why
The news about William
The lifeline retreats
Desire for release
The thorns in his side

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Thumb tacks spread out
Across your hometown state
Hollow tree at half mast
Wait until wintertime
Leaves a paper trail a licorice plant that's overgrown

Like a cabin in the woods on a minor
Like a minor holiday

Woolrich red plaid wolf
Irish whiskey glass
Here comes my fine bright haired lass
Like a trash fire burning and burning it
My heart could never right the words never fail

Tucked under your cap and for a moment
There's a stillness before the room spins again
Minor holiday, spin it again
Ride it out so you can tell

Wasted on the weekend
Making good time with my excuse
Where the plot lines are like dead ends
Floating in her eyes at the bottom of a well
Floating in her eyes ride it out for a spell
Minor holiday
Transfer this weight
Minor holiday
Transfer this weight
Going back and forth
On a minor, minor holiday

I'm gonna walk these streets
Of cold concrete
Like I'm a ghost
Searching for its grave

Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake
And descend into the city
That holds no place for me

But the streets
With no stir of life
And all the houses on the streets
Are wholly submerged

Then I'll gather the leaves from cell phone trees
And return them
To their place
And pretend someone's calling for me

Yo canto de mi corazon
Y tu mi amigo me inspiras mis pasos
Me voy por el mundo conociendo varia gente
Pero nunca hallé una persona como tu

Mirame ya estoy aqui
Si pudieras mirarme que pensaras de mi
Pero hoy es muy tarde para decirte que soy cambiado
Me duele me duele que ya no estas aqui

Ya es muy tarde
Para decirte que soy cambiado

Mirame ya estoy aqui
Si pudieras mirarme que pensaras de mi
Pero hoy es muy tarde para decirte que soy cambiado
Me puede me duele que ya no estas aqui

Dialing in a forgotten voice
Coming in like waves rolling off the coast
Sweeping through illegal ports
Rising from the depths falling off the tongue
Ships drifting out of tune
Coming in like waves rolling off the coast

Many, many more, sculpting the shoreline
Etching the harbor and the people
Who’ve stayed afloat

Coming in like waves rolling off the coast
Dialing in a forgotten voice
Rising from the depths falling off the tongue
Sweeping through illegal ports
Coming in like waves rolling off the coast
Ships drifting out of tune
Can’t stop the waves coming like a ghost

Is that your shape
In the foam of the sea
After all these years
Coming home to me

La Chascona
Hearts to ocean
Vows unbroken
Lying in the bath fully clothed
Ready for the ocean’s wake
The tears won’t wash away
What her eyes can’t erase

Not safe to say in her native tongue
A radio voice drowning out
The general’s song lingering on
A raft made of books from a driftwood house
Returns to the waves

Miles of highway poppies, a stretch of maybe flowers
Past Signal Hill a ways
We were parked and searching
For a hubcap rolling into the fields of thorn
Although we couldn't see a thing that night
Stars still shone
In their slowness
And their slowness
Took us by surprise

If I never told you how you helped to rescue
The car and all inside
Remember roads were steep and
You and I went sliding down the grade from Gate's Pass
You asleep and me behind the wheel hovering
In that slowness
And that slowness
Has never gone away

Watching your eyes go back and forth
Out on the highway
Watching your heart bend to the road
Kiss your forehead as I turn to go

Following those signs
Driving out
Only engine smoke frozen in a cloud
Wishing the space would remain
You’re holding back your tears
From letting go of your heart
Leaving the middle of the road
Letting go just a little bit
Till it all spills out the side of the road

Hole in the sea
Hole in the heart
There’s a hole in your hand
Where the money just falls
And the pain falls right through
The hole in your head
That wears right through

The hole in all your plans
There’s a hole that shines right through

Walking south along the river
Never had he found that twist of pleasure
Remembering times when they were younger
Setting the town on fire

And watching as his fellow friends
Fell apart in the wake
Claiming it was all just a mistake
When his finger pulled the trigger

And he shot everyone

It was all just a mistake
When he shot everyone

Nothing will stand in the way
When hunger hasn't eaten for days
Scrounges around where ends meet
Then disappears into the fray

He hopes for a while he can reconcile
But the pain that never dies
The ghosts of his family constantly
Gnawing at his inside

He pulls out a worn out photo
And an old handmade gun
Wishes it was he who was frying
When he set the whole town on fire

He walks off crying
He shot everyone

From the delta to the plains
Storms touching down again
Devil's hiding in the house
Angel's in the rain

Corrugated lovers swimming on the wire
Switching on and off the breakers
On a night like this
No one should be alone

In the fractured air
Misfired from a distress flare
All the while searchlights reconcile
Cut their losses and run

Clinging to the rooftop
Losing track of days
Devil's up in the attic
Angel's lost her way

Must've misdialed the number
Or the telephone's died
Lost you in the darkness
And never heard back
Dropped out from the night
Like a stone

Falling from the fractured air
Misfired like a distress flare
All the while searchlights reconcile
Cut their losses and run

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When the fists of winter fly
Driving bones into the snow
Blackened frostbitten nights
Vodka running dry

The statues cloaked in white
Migrants from museums
Losing all the feeling now that
Sunrise is outlawed

Strangers plant themselves
Down in the cold hard ground
Later when the harvest thaws
Snow drops will be in bloom

Crossed out on city maps
Prospekt Mira reveals
Shadows drinking antifreeze
'Neath the underpass

Ordered once a gulag's march
Now cities send the call
Falling from the rooftops fast
And frozen against the wall

Where strangers plant themselves
Dead souls of the underground
When February thaws
Snow drops will be in bloom again

Bloom again, bloom again
Bloom again, bloom again
Red blooms, red blooms

Through miles of waste to cross upstream
Risking all dreams for what the surface brings
Free like the flow that pours from your hand
Claiming its own, New River