T. Hakola-words & music, vocals, guitars
Bénédicte Villain-violin & accordion, Delphine Ciampi-Ellis-bass & baritone guitar, Zoé Hochberg-drums, Laure Slabiak-backing vocals,
info/contact: www.theohakola.com
YOUR BABY BLACKS, BABY
Black Catalan eyes, black barely open Catalan eyes
Black barely open Catalan eyes like swallows feinting and dashing
Dive-bombing my brittle bones
Black Catalan eyes, black barely open Catalan eyes
Black barely open Catalan eyes like Zeros banking and crashing
In flames in my frangible zones
Black Catalan eye torpedos, raven beauties aglow
They’re dastardly deeds, those Stygian beads
depth charges blowing holes, undoing all I know
Shock waves of ebony overflow, seismic sardanas on a roll
Below-the-belt whacks, your baby blacks, baby...
Those ocular bells, oh they do toll, from the Pyrenees to the Ebro
Black Catalan eyes ajar, portals to dark waters
Windows all but open, doors all but shut
On the sun inside there burning, in the brightest of God’s daughters
As I stand outside there yearning to crack her nut
There’s splendor in her grass and wonder in her hills
and in her unstrung arms, a sassy siren’s song trills
I watched her and I listened, saw how her words glistened
Each one by her tongue christened in sexual water rills
Each one a mean machine that kills
Black Catalan eyes, black barely open Catalan eyes
Black barely open Catalan eyes like swallows darting and dashing
Dancing over the thunder
Black Catalan eyes, black barely open Catalan eyes
Black barely open Catalan eyes like Zeros barking and crashing
And tearing me asunder
With every shrine to ‘39 like the walls of Jericho
Tumbling down to cleanse the land of Jose Antonio
Pissing on the grave of the Generalissimo
You came to see the blood in the streets for Pablo
In Federico’s tracks, your baby blacks, baby...
Sing a Cante jondo
Kicking off her shoes she issues from the haze
Her inky eyes open just enough to charge my wires
With a mouth like a mortar firing curses ablaze
She’ll have from me all her heart requires
I’m praying for those Catalan eyes to give me a sign
Begging for those Catalan legs to walk my way
Dreaming of a time those Catalan lands will be mine
And the day those Catalan hands make me their clay
The day those baby blacks make me their prey
Bénédicte Villain-violin & accordion, Delphine Ciampi-Ellis-bass & baritone guitar, Zoé Hochberg-drums, Laure Slabiak-backing vocals,
info/contact: www.theohakola.com
YOUR BABY BLACKS, BABY
Black Catalan eyes, black barely open Catalan eyes
Black barely open Catalan eyes like swallows feinting and dashing
Dive-bombing my brittle bones
Black Catalan eyes, black barely open Catalan eyes
Black barely open Catalan eyes like Zeros banking and crashing
In flames in my frangible zones
Black Catalan eye torpedos, raven beauties aglow
They’re dastardly deeds, those Stygian beads
depth charges blowing holes, undoing all I know
Shock waves of ebony overflow, seismic sardanas on a roll
Below-the-belt whacks, your baby blacks, baby...
Those ocular bells, oh they do toll, from the Pyrenees to the Ebro
Black Catalan eyes ajar, portals to dark waters
Windows all but open, doors all but shut
On the sun inside there burning, in the brightest of God’s daughters
As I stand outside there yearning to crack her nut
There’s splendor in her grass and wonder in her hills
and in her unstrung arms, a sassy siren’s song trills
I watched her and I listened, saw how her words glistened
Each one by her tongue christened in sexual water rills
Each one a mean machine that kills
Black Catalan eyes, black barely open Catalan eyes
Black barely open Catalan eyes like swallows darting and dashing
Dancing over the thunder
Black Catalan eyes, black barely open Catalan eyes
Black barely open Catalan eyes like Zeros barking and crashing
And tearing me asunder
With every shrine to ‘39 like the walls of Jericho
Tumbling down to cleanse the land of Jose Antonio
Pissing on the grave of the Generalissimo
You came to see the blood in the streets for Pablo
In Federico’s tracks, your baby blacks, baby...
Sing a Cante jondo
Kicking off her shoes she issues from the haze
Her inky eyes open just enough to charge my wires
With a mouth like a mortar firing curses ablaze
She’ll have from me all her heart requires
I’m praying for those Catalan eyes to give me a sign
Begging for those Catalan legs to walk my way
Dreaming of a time those Catalan lands will be mine
And the day those Catalan hands make me their clay
The day those baby blacks make me their prey
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