A sort of ballad today, after being enticed by the Halfpenny Orchestra’s Mexican Loteria Challenge.
They dealt me the 3: La Dama - The lady.
So I'm finding myself in Mexico.
La dama
Sitting here in this Mexican dustbowl
Where every breath tastes of sand
A wild dog barks at nothing
Small bottle of cerveza in my hand.
She walks across the main street
Tight clothes and dark tanned skin
Small flash from her brown eyes
Feel the warm gaze reel me in.
Theres a rattle in the distance
Leather boots jump a broken wheel
I see him walking towards her
Desert cape and the click of steel
She’s walked across that main street
Puliendo el paso, por todo la calle real
She’s seen me with those brown eyes
la Dama tries to show me how she feels
He’s got a switchblade out his pocket
His eyes cut through the glare
His boot’s pace quickens
On la Dama he’s locked his stare
She’s running now on that main street
Heels crack and kick up dust
Her hair flows free behind her
As towards me her die is cast
My empty cerveza bottle
I grip tightly in my hand
No match for steely violence
No grace in this scorpion land
She’s run across behind me
Perfumed musk as her skin brushes past
A crash as he reaches the cantina
Then time slows down as he moves fast
La Dama has crossed that main street
First elegance then speed
Her lover is back in Durango
Full “Te quiero mucho” need
Sipping coffee here in this dustbowl
Where every breath tastes of sand
Another wild dog barks at nothing
Before I ride out of this desert land.
I suppose some Spanish guitar could work here.
Update : warning, I tried a mix for this one, complete with one-take faux American vocals. here. Oh dear.
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