Originally posted by DianaT
And a little James Taylor ---
I never did care for James Taylor but, I like that song. Wish Jimmy Buffett had sung it instead.
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OMG.
JT is an icon.
At first you might think his style is major whimpo, but his lyrics really hit home, if you pick them apart.
OK, he hasnt really rocked out since Steamroller Blues (maybe his first album) but the guy composes great melodies and meaningful lyrics.
Meaningful is good.........
"Mexico" is a lot of peoples favorite song about Mexico. But I heard JT admit that, at the time he wrote the song, he had never actually been to
Mexico.
Kenny Chesney has to be mentioned here. Is it my favorite song about Mexico? I dont know. I guess it might have been if it had been released when I
was in my 20s. But it's great to sing it when it comes on the jukebox or when the band plays it down here.
Beer in Mexico-Kenny Chesney
Starin' out into the wild blue yonder
So many thoughts to sit and ponder
'Bout life and love and lack of
And this emptiness in my heart
Too old to be wild and free still
Too young to be over the hill
Should I try to grow up
But who knows where to start
So I just ...
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away
Sun comes up and sun sinks down
And I seen 'em both in this tourist town
Up for days in a rage
Just tryin' to search my soul
From the answers and the reasons why
I'm at these crossroads in my life
And I really don't know
Which way to go
So I just ...
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away
Maybe I'll settle down, get married
Or stay single and stay free
Which road I travel
Is still a mystery to me
So I'll just ...
Sit right here, have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away
That's a good Kenny Chesney song, but I really like "Tequila Loves Me (even if you don't) also by Kenny!
Tequila Loves Me
South of the border,
American Dollars
take you a long long way
beachside bongalows, sand between your toes
nobody knows your name
theres a worm at the bottom of the bottle
thats well with in my reach
and the heart that you broke will soon be a joke
as soon as he and I meet
ohhhohhohoh oh oh Forgettins cheap in Mexico,
She'll be there waiting and she wont say No ,
Tequila loves me even if you don't
madam tequilla's a fine seniorita
all my compadras con-cur
she wont lie, she wont leave in your hour in need
so were raising our glasses to her
they say "vamos a echarno el trago"
it means drink it all down till you see
the bottom of the glass and its kicking you ass
boys the next rounds on me
ohhhohhoh forgettins cheap in Mexico,
She'll be there waiting and she wont say No ,
Tequila loves me even if you don't
ohhhohhoh forgettins cheap in Mexico,
She'll be there waiting and she wont say No ,
Tequila loves me even if you don't
ohhhohhoh ohhhohohohoho
Whenever I hear that rainy, chill wind blow. I think it may be time to head for Mexico. Tengo que obedecer mi corazon!
On the one below, I should've added the additional lyrics from the song...
Quote:
Originally posted by BajaNomad
Everywhere I turn, all the beauty just keeps on shaking me...
I'm running, to the end of the earth
I'm swimming, to the edge of the sea
I'm laughing, I'm under a starry sky
This world was meant for me...
"I wish I was a Nomad..."
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
– Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel
We know we must go back if we live, and we don`t know why.
– John Steinbeck, Log from the Sea of Cortez
And I dream in the morning
That she brings me water.
And I dream in the evening
That she brings me wine.
Just a poor man's daughter
EVANGELINA in old Mexico.
There's a great hot desert
Down in Mexicali.
And if you don't have water
Boy, you'd better not go.
Tequila won't get you
Across that desert.
To EVANGELINA, in old Mexico
CHORUS
And the fire I feel for the woman I love
Is drivin' me insane.
Knowin' she's waitin',
And I can't get there.
God only knows that I wracked my brain
To try and find a way
To reach that woman
In old Mexico.
And I met a kind man
He guarded the border
He said, "You don't need papers,
I'll let you go,
I can tell that you love her
By the look in your eyes, now".
She's the rose of the desert
In old Mexico
Repeat Chorus
And I dream in the morning
That she brings me water
And I dream in the evening
That she brings me wine.
Just a poor man's daughter
South of the border
In old Mexico
Evangelina,I miss you so.
I miss you so.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
OKAY~ Just kidding!
The other song that seems to reflect Baja, even though it says the "Banana Republic" is-
Down to the Banana Republic
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hoping to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailn'
Called by the lure of the sea
Trying to find what is ailing
From living in the land of the free
Some of them are running from lovers
Leaving no forward address
Some of them are running tons of ganga
Some are running from the IRS
And late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels & bars
Hustling the senoritas while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum & a lime
Singing, give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
First you learn the native customs
Soon a word of Spanish or two
But you know that you cannot trust them
Cause they know they can't trust you
Expatriated Americans feeling so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves back home
Down to the Banana Republic things aren't as warm as they seem
When none of the natives are buying any second hand American dreams
-Jimmy Buffet-
This song, although not sang specifically about Mexico kind of sums up my passion to get back to Baja.
Artist: Marty Robbins
Song: El Paso
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina;
Music would play and Felina would whirl.
Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.
One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wind.
Dashing and daring,
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina,
The girl that I loved.
So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.
Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.
Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran,
Out where the horses were tied.
I caught a good one.
It looked like it could run.
Up on its back
And away I did ride,
Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless.
Everything's gone in life; nothing is left.
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death.
I saddled up and away I did go,
Riding alone in the dark.
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet will find me.
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart.
And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
I can see Rosa's cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the hill to Felina I go.
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me.
I have to make it to Rosa's back door.
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle,
I'm getting weary,
Unable to ride.
But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen,
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle.
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.
From out of nowhere Felina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.
Good Song Bajanuts! Love that one, too. Here is a Jimmy song that mentions TJ. This is one of my favorite JB songs. Harrison Ford "plays" the whip
cracks on the album.
Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana)
By: Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B. Schmit
1985
Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise
Should I take this last step
Or turn myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love
Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
I hear the people singing that same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
-- Spoken:
"Tss, tss tss"
"Hey, psst amigo!"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Timothy B. Schmit, Harry Stinson
Featuring Reggie Young on gut string guitar and
Harrison Ford on the bullwhip
Whenever I hear that rainy, chill wind blow. I think it may be time to head for Mexico. Tengo que obedecer mi corazon!
"If it were lush and rich, one could understand the pull, but it is fierce and hostile and sullen.
The stone mountains pile up to the sky and there is little fresh water. But we know we must go back
if we live, and we don't know why." - Steinbeck, Log from the Sea of Cortez
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cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else's hands, but not you." - Jim Rohn
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