watch Pableau and Zurrabela together
“Volver, volver, volver… a mis calabazas otra vez.”
Audio PlayerLa Llorona
Audio PlayerBesame Mucho
Audio PlayerLa Bamba
Audio PlayerLa Petaquita
Audio PlayerMe Voy para Bolivia
Audio PlayerGuantanamera
Audio PlayerCorazon, Corazon
Audio PlayerLa Cucaracha
Audio PlayerTu solo Tu
Audio PlayerGracias a la Vida
Audio PlayerBrindo por Ella
Audio PlayerSol Redondo
Audio PlayerJalisco
Audio PlayerVolver, Volver
Audio PlayerYo Te Amo
Audio PlayerLos Ejes de mi Carreta
Audio PlayerCielito Lindo
Audio PlayerComer esa Tuna
Audio PlayerImaginate
Audio PlayerLe Tengo Rabia al Silencio
Audio PlayerLa Carta
“The first time…” sang Bonny, “ever I saw your nose… I thought the sun rose… on your ears… and the moon and the stars… were the crown you placed… on the green… and the tasty fields… my love… on the green… and the tasty fields…”
“The first time… ever I grazed with you… I felt the earth… move beneath my hooves… like the trembling heart… deep inside of me… and I knew… you could understand… my love… I knew… you could understand… The first time… ever I napped with you… and heard your snore… harmonize with mine… I felt our song… would fill the farms… and bray… ‘til the end of time… my love… and bray… ‘til the end of time… The first time… ever I saw… your nose… your nose… your nose… your nose…”
Listen to “The Devil’s Sister”
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Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
you can see him coming…
when you see his nose…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
he’s one with nature…
he wears no clothes…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
cloven-hoofed, dulce-toothed…
suave-duro, burro-puro…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
everything he thinks, everybody knows…
backward… forward…
take an inch… take a mile…
everything he does, does it with a smile…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
papi-fresco, don-juan-es-co…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
everything he thinks, everybody knows…
backward… forward…
take an inch… take a mile…
everything he does, does it with a smile…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
coming… going…
you’ll know it by his nose…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
burro-puro, suave-duro…
poco inocente, muy maduro…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
Blurtso comes… Blurtso goes…
everything he thinks, everybody knows…
As Blurtso made his way across the land, he paused to consider the travelers who had made the journey before him… the young ones in search of adventure, with optimism and innocence in their eyes; the middle-aged ones, discouraged but not defeated, far from family and in search of a job; the old ones, irretrievably detached, free from the weight of hopefulness, and blown from town to town like leaves on the wind. At night, drawn by the glow of a flame, they would gather in silence, reflecting on the trials behind and considering the trials ahead, until one, reaching into his pocket, would pull out a harmonica, wipe it on his sleeve, and softly begin to play…