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"how much our love meant to me"


driving to Palisades Park yesterday (saw Apples in Stereo, Page France & Headlights the night before). birds scuttled in formation along the shiny crashing waves.
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Amalia and i translated this Ramon Ayala song. while she focused on meaning, i worked on rhyme. together, it is ready for the studio. so mr. Ayala, if you're jonesin' for a Third Coast top ten hit, we offer our translation services for a reasonable fee.
it is unanimous, Ayala's music is the best for when we dance together.
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she kept wanting to translate "rama" as "ram." i agree with her, everyone should start using "ram" in English, instead of "branch." let's say this new vocabulary is a combination tribute to Ramon Ayala and Ramiro Ayala. (no relation. that tree blocking the door - it should've been mesquite, but i think it's a live oak.)
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  • probably title this "the mesquite tree."
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    the branch of the mesquite tree
    where you were waiting for me
    ever since you left me
    has started to go dry
    leaves that once were green
    are yellow now it seems
    in solidarity
    'cuz i'm without my life
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    the branch of the mesquite tree
    just like me is dying
    and if you ever seek me
    you'll find me where i lie
    deep beneath the lovers' cemetary
    but there where i am buried
    my darling don't you cry
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    my cross will be
    the branch of the mesquite tree
    so you will see
    how much our love meant to me
    the branch of the mesquite tree
    and i will be together
    don't make yourself feel sadder
    nothing lasts forever

how does he make the music sound so joyous? just like with Bright Eyes, up to now, nunca he entendido la veracidad profunda de tal letras tan lugubres. hasta tienes doloron de corazon, parecen una broma.

aqui se pueden leer sus letras originales, en espanol. "?y las cuerdas, tambien?" no contaban con mi astucia.


  • La Rama del Mesquite
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    Ab
    La rama del mesquite donde tu me esperabas
    _________________________ D#7
    Desde que tu te fuiste se comenso a secar
    D#7
    Sus hojas eran verdes ahora son amarillas
    __________________________ Ab
    Parece que comprenden que yo estoy sin vida
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    Ab
    La rama del mesquite igual que yo se muere
    Ab7 ____________________ C#
    Amor si algun dia vuelves me vas a visitar
    ______ D#7 ________ Ab
    Al panteon de los enamorados
    ___________ D#7 _________ Ab
    Pero sobre mi tumba no vayas a llorar
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    Ab ____ D#7 ___________ Ab
    Mi cruz sera, la rama del mesquite
    _______D#7 ___________ Ab
    Y asi sabras, lo mucho que te quise
    Ab7 _________ C# _______D#7 _____ Ab
    La rama del mesquite y yo estaremos juntos
    ______________D#7 __________ Ab
    Mas no te pongas triste todo tiene su final

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Anonymous said…
The title would be "The Branch of the Mesquite Tree" not just "The Mesquite Tree!"
3/25/2007
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