Quite a risque song, if you find the translation. Or better yet, check out the Youtube video at the end, with the English translation embedded. Listen and enjoy the song, the beat, the performance, the play.
Ay candela, candela Candela, me quemo aé Ay candela, candela Candela, me quemo aé
Puso un baile un jutía para una gran diversión De timbalero un ratón que alegraba el campo un día Un gato también venía elegante y placentero “Buenas noches, compañero,” siempre dijo así el timbal
“Para alguien aquí poder tocar para descansar un poco Salió el ratón medio loco también voy a descansar” Y el gato en su buen bailar, bailaba un danzón liviano El ratón se subió al guano y dice bien placentero “Y ahora si quieren bailar, búsquense otro timbalero”
Ay candela, candela Candela, me quemó aé Ay candela, candela Candela, me quemó aé
Ay candela, candela Candela, me quemó aé Oye, Faustino Orama’ y sus compañeros Necesito que me apaguen el fuego
Ay candela, candela Candela, me quemó aé Margarita llama pronto a los bomberos Para que vengan a apagar el fuego
Ay candela, candela Candela, me quemó aé Oye, si estás perdida llama a los siete ceros Y así vendrán más pronto los bomberos
Ay candela, candela Candela, me quemó aé Ay candela, candela Candela, me quemo aé, mamá
Margarita que me quemo, yo quiero seguir gozando La candela me está llevando, me gusta seguir guarachando Esta tarde venimo’ acabando, como quiera venimo’ tocando La mujer cuando se agacha, se le abre el entendimiento
La mujer cuando se agacha, se le abre el entendimiento Y el hombre cuando la mira, se le para el pensamiento De ti me gusta una cosa sin que me cueste trabajo De ti me gusta una cosa sin que me cueste trabajo
De la barriga pa’ arriba, de la cintura pa’ abajo Mira se quema, se quema, mamá, mira se quema, se quema, oye Mira mamá que me quema, mira llama pronto a los bomberos Para que vengan a apagar el fuego, mira que el fuego me está quemando
Y yo quiero seguir guarachando, mira se quema Báyamo Mira que Songo está que arde, mira se quema La Maya Mira ese pito que suena, Malaguën está que corta mamá Santiago de Cuba está que te mete en llamas se quema, se quema, se quema, oye
Mira me quemo, me quemo, mira que me quemo, oye, yo quiero seguir guarachando Mira mamá que yo vengo quemando, Faustino Orama’ tú está acabando Mira se quema, se quema pero mira mi mami se quema, oye se quema, se quema
Youtube, Buena Vista Social Club, Live in Amsterdam:
You might be thinking, “RUSH must be this guy’s pandemic band…” not so.
In fact, this band has buoyed me for the better part of my life. Here’s another great lyric from a more recent tune by these guys, so true, seeking every day glory.
Yet another beauty by the Canadian Prog Rock Hall of Famers, RUSH.
The jam, the word-play, the images…what can I say? AWESOME.
Let it all sink in. Then listen to the song. You’ll be glad you did.
“Animate”
Polarize me Sensitize me Criticize me Civilize me Compensate me Animate me Complicate me Elevate me
Goddess in my garden Sister in my soul Angel in my armor Actress in my role
Daughter of a demon lover Empress of the hidden face Priestess of the pagan mother Ancient queen of inner space
Spirit in my psyche Double in my role Alter in my image Struggle for control
Mistress of the dark unconscious Mermaid of the lunar sea Daughter of the great enchantress Sister to the boy inside of me
My counterpart, my foolish heart A man must learn to rule his tender part A warming trend, a gentle friend A man must build a fortress to defend A secret face, a touch of grace A man must learn to give a little space A peaceful state, a submissive trait A man must learn to gently dominate
Polarize me Sensitize me Criticize me Civilize me Compensate me Animate me Complicate me Elevate me
Writer(s): Neil Peart
And the tune? Live in Frankfurt in 2010? Sure! HERE:
A simple celebration, a simple milestone to take pause and note, there are now NINE HUNDRED POSTS to this site, “Half Full, All Good.”
This blog has become what many bloggers find, a frequently used outlet to share thoughts, insights, reflections, inspiration. Such a blessing, at least for me — hopefully for you all too on occasion.
My tip for anyone interested in blogging — get out of your own way and do it.
A song that might be below the radar for casual listeners of the Canadian band; however, RUSH Heads, true believers know the tune for sure. If you ever went to a show after this song came out, the band often played it as part of the set.
What to resist? So many things might fall into this category? This song spells out some pretty good thoughts on the matter.
RESIST
I can learn to resist Anything but temptation I can learn to coexist With anything but pain
I can learn to compromise Anything but my desires I can learn to get along With all the things I can’t explain
I can learn to resist Anything but frustration I can learn to persist With anything but aiming low
I can learn to close my eyes To anything but injustice I can learn to get along With all the things I don’t know
You can surrender Without a prayer But never really pray Pray without surrender
You can fight Without ever winning But never ever win Without a fight
I can learn to resist Anything but temptation I can learn to coexist With anything but pain
I can learn to compromise Anything but my desires I can learn to get along With all the things I can’t explain
10 days into the month. 1/2_Full, All GOOD blog off to a good start for August.
Much MUCH appreciated.
More GOOD getting out there into the world, and the ready therapy of writing having a smoothing effect on this crazy time, calming, settling, just the salve needed.
The kids and I, we’ve been camping in the back yard every weekend since the 4th of July. It’s been great fun. I’m delighted they say “Yes!” every weekend I’ve asked them if they want to do it again.
It’s a great example of their maturity, dealing with the sounds and mild discomfort and sometimes spookiness of it all.
As we mark this last weekend before school starts, I’m celebrating 9, 7, and 6; celebrating their adventure, their growth, their random requests that prove to hold new inspiration.
Example? Our youngest wanted to sing a Christmas song last night. So we did. Over and over and over.
What better song to sing in August than “The 12 Days of Christmas”…and maybe for the first time in my life, I sang it all the way through after a few tries without looking at the lyrics!
“12 drummers drumming 11 pipers piping 10 lords a leaping nine ladies dancing eight maids a milking seven swans a swimming six geese a laying five golden rings four calling birds three French hens two turtle doves and a Partridge in a pear tree.”
Just what is it, a Goat Rodeo? According to a Slang Dictionary,
“A goat rodeo is a slang term for something going totally, unbelievably, disastrously wrong, and there’s nothing left to do but to sit back and watch the trainwreck.
In other words, a goat rodeo is a chaotic situation, fiasco, or, more vulgarly, a shitshow. And yes, there are also literal goat rodeos. 🐐”
And so “Goat Rodeo Sessions”, the name given to a collection of songs put together by four musicians, adding a fifth for a few songs.
The result is something wonderful. The blend of players and inspiration and fun and joy. Just what music should be.
Lyrics, one of the few songs given lyrics,
“With a hammer and nails and a fear of failure We are building a shed Between here and heaven between the wait and the wedding For as long as we both shall be dead To the world, beyond the boys and the girls Trying to keep us calm We can practice our lines ’til we’re deaf and blind To ourselves to each other where it’s Fall, not winter; Spring, not summer; Cool, not cold And it’s warm, not hot, have we all forgotten that we’re getting old With an arrow and bow and some seeds left to sow We are staking our claim On ground so fertile we forget who we’ve hurt along The way and reach out for a strange hand to hold Someone strong but not bold enough to Tear down the wall ‘Cause we ain’t lost enough to find the stars ain’t Crossed why align them why fall hard, not soft into Fall not winter spring not summer cool not cold Where it’s warm, not hot have we all forgotten that we’re getting old And it’s Fall, not winter; Spring, not summer; Cool, not cold And it’s warm, not hot, has everyone forgotten that we’re getting old And it’s Fall, not winter; Spring, not summer; Cool, not cold And it’s warm, not hot, have we all forgotten that we’re getting old?”
Song Writers: Stuart Ian Duncan / Aoife Maria O’donovan / Edgar Meyer / Christopher Thile
