Theo Hakola - "THE BALLAD OF PILAR AND DANNY"

song from the album GODDAMN MY HUMANS (2026)
contact/info: www.theohakola.com

other voice: Brisa Roché,
violin: Bénédicte Villain,
drums: Tatiana Mladenovitch,
voice, guitar, bass, organ: T. Hakola

THE BALLAD OF PILAR AND DANNY
(T. Hakola/T. Hakola)

The fascist guns put him out of commission
with a torn up hand and a hole in his thigh
The assault was done in before the enemy position
but foiling his fate, Danny did not die

In the cave hospital of La Bisbal de Falset,
they stopped the bleeding and did the bone set
They saved the limb, debrided the wound
and made sure the grim reaper no longer loomed

Sewing Danny’s hand back together
was a fledgeling nurse by the name of Pilar
Her needlework would be there forever,
her signature endure in the stiches scar

With the Ebro offensive a wheezing last gasp
the Spanish Republic was breathing its last,
but that night in the cave, our two lambs obeyed
the carnal congress serenade, the call their dead souls made

With the world hurtling towards conflagration
Pilar embarked upon a nocturnal assignation
Straddling Danny dazed in the haze of his condition
she conveyed him through the maze to the wonder of coition

With Italian bombers defiling the skies
and a knee on each one of Danny’s sides
Pilar whet his blade landing light as a feather
for love to be made by our two lambs together

Run through like a river as soon as he kissed her
she bore him to the miracle with nary a whisper
Beginning as two, culminating as one,
they crested at the pinnacle and then it was done

Losing their virginity at the exact same time
were Pilar La Gossa and Daniel Wine
“I love you,” he croaked as the act was completed
“I love you, I love you!” Danny repeated

Pilar would regret she hadn’t said the same
but the lightening love bolt had muddled her brain
Still once thus smote, it wasn’t hard to divine
the salvation she’d find in the arms of Danny Wine

A lone moment of grace in the pall of that September night
when nothing could efface or forestall the finale of the good fight
With the war unwon, she eighteen and he twenty-one,
they did what they were told as their strings were pulled in a song… by their dead souls sung

In the hospital of La Bisbal de Falset
our little lambs did scrawl a heady vignette
In an Aragon cave in nineteen thirty-eight
our little lambs did first love once make
Did lose their virginity at the exact same time
oh, Pilar La Gossa and Daniel Wine