the eggs you threw with eyes of dew and fall
your talk of loom your tits in bloom and all
sensational, imperial!
the compromises you would never make-me please a man again
the door would slam and I be damned
to know that I had lost my head
and you the most sensational and rational
of all the muses who have tried to change the hardly changeable
don't you know there is no other one?
take a bite of every shit to come
and I sure will bite it, too...
swallow all the good in you
I couldn't keep my fingers off the phone
I ruined your sleep and happy
Dos Arbolitos
written by Chucho Martinez Gil
Han nacido en mi rancho dos arbolitos,
Dos arbolitos que paracen gemelos,
Y desde mi casita los veo solitos
Bajo el amparo santo y la luz del cielo.
Nunca están separados uno del otro
Porque asàquiso Dios que los dos nacieran,
Y con sus mismas ramas se hacen caricias
Como si fueran novios que se quisieran.
Arbolito, arbolito, bajo tu sombra
Voy a esparar que el dÃÂÂa cansado muera,
Y cuando estoy solito mirando al cielo
Pido pa' que me mande una compañera.
Arbolito, arbolito, me siento solo
Quiero que me acompañes hasta que muera.
My father loves this song so much he
once offered my brother Mike $50 to
learn to sing it. I'm afraid I beat him
to it but I haven't received a dime. In
view of the circumstances, the only
proper thing to do was invite him and
my brother Pete to sing the trio with
me. They got scale. It was written by
Chucho Martinez Gil and made popular by
Pedro Infante in the late 1930's or
early 1940's. L.R.
Two Little Trees
Two little trees have been born
on my ranch
Two little trees that look like twins
And from my house I see them all alone
Under the holy protection and light
from the heavens.
They are never separated,
one form the other
Because that is how God wanted
for the two of them to be born,
And with their own brances
they caress each other
As if they were sweethearts
who loved each other.
Little tree, little tree,
under your shade
I'm going to wait until
the end of this tiring day,
And when I'm all alone
looking to the sky
I'm going to ask Heaven
to send me a companion.
Little tree, little tree
I feel alone
I want you to accompany me
until I die.
© 1977 Unimúsica Inc./ASCAP