find me the lyrics

[The Massacre]

i'll give some rep to someone who can find the lyrics to the song Castanets by Alejandro Escovedo.

any takers?

[Dustin00whoop]

Best I can do:

She plays castanets, she works without a net


I like her bett[G]er when she walks away [D] [A]


[A]She said she was mine, she told me twice


I like her bett[G]er when she walks away [D] [A]

Chorus:
Yeah, I like her better [G]when she walks away [D] [A]
I like her bett[G]er when she never stays[D] [A]
I like her bet[G]ter when she danced my w[D]ay [A]
I like her bett[G]er when she walks away [D] [A]

MAIN RIFF x 2
I love the sun when it silouhettesI like her better when she walks awayI love her hair fallin' across my faceI like her better when she walks away
CHORUS
MAIN RIFF x 2
SOLO
She plays castanets, she works without a netI like her better when she walks awayShe turns me on like a pick up truckI like her better when she walks away
I love the sun shinin' through her dressI like her better when she walks awayI like her hair in a tangled messI like her better when she walks away
CHORUS
MAIN RIFFSOLO TO END
MAIN RIFF (ala Chuck Berry & with mojo)
This isn't perfect, but it should give you the idea.

[legelegel]

ALEJANDRO ESCOVEDO - A Man Under The Influence

I found this particular Alejandro gem, the newest and - like a carpenter who just gets better and better as he masters his or her trade - his best thus far, in a store in Pittsburgh where my friend, musician Bill Toms and his partner, Ron used to ply their trade. (unfortunately my last visit to Pittsburgh found them gone).
The album starts with the intensely beautiful chamber group meets modern band sound Escovedo has championed the last few years. The band lays down a subtle sexy wall of sound for the world weary Leonard Cohen/Nick Cave/Mark Lanegan-ish vocals:

"Wave Goodbye, everybody waves goodbye
Climb aboard the train, turn and wave goodbye again,
Some go North, Some go South
Maybe East, some left town
Some are rich, some are poor,
Everybody's got to wave
Wave Goodbye, they headed for the other side
The Sun shines brighter there
Everyone's got golden hair"

Everyone is on the move, everyone searching for his or her spot in the sun as Alejandro stays in the Cohen/Cave vocal groove, quietly understating the human condition or the legend of a million Hollywood celluloid tales. But rather than just a bitter tale of disillusionment, it's a beautiful warning.

Don't you cry, I made it to the other side
The sun's not brighter here
It only shines on those with golden hair."

WAVE

The music is Texas dirt meets pop sensibility with lyrics out of a Joe Ely, Jimmy Dale Gilmore, early Jagger-Richards, Ray Davies grit without sounding like any of them. With the cello, violins and rock guitars mixing textures like a French chef with a ten minute deadline, "A Man Under the Influence" drags you so laconically throughout the breakup of a longtime relationship with such style and grace, you hardly notice the whiplash you're suffering as Alejandro Escovedo tries to find a place to stand where he can cherish the past, endure the present and reach longingly to a better future.
But it's "Across the River" where you find your heart being squeezed way beyond the ersatz country on CMT.

I saw your face across the river
Without a trace, they all lapsed into gray
The old men said they all heard the laughter
And then the laughter seemed to fade away.
What kind of love destroys a mother
And sends her crashing through the tangled trees
What kind of love destroys another
And sends them crashing through the tangled trees
Even the guitars cry as the long time relationship dissolves
The old men say that they saw you walking
The old men say you seemed to fade away
What kind of love destroys a mother
And sends her crashing through the tangled trees&ldots;&ldots;

ACROSS THE RIVER

But like most songwriters, Escovedo looks for a way to survive. And a trip to the cantina shows him the wicked rock and roll way. Sex and sweat and his rock and roll best. Crashing, stunning rock and roll opens the best Stones song since the Stones could still roll. Or think Howlin' Wolf and Muddy Waters blues reality as Escovedo ruminates over his favorite waitress. Or think Marty Robbins laying down his life in a cantina in the Mexican badlands. But shake your ass while you're thinking.

She plays castanets, she works without a net
I like her better when she walks away
I like the sun shining through her dress
I like her better when she walks away
I like her hair when it's a tangled mess
I like it better when she walks away.

CASTANETS

The fact that this little rock and roll gem will never make the radio just reiterates the tiredness and trenchant mediocrity that floats the airwaves. This is a simple shot of lust that has nothing to do with little pouty girls bouncing their barely pubescent breasts so that aging station programmers can pretend they're with it. This has to do with real women and real men. Try it you might like it.
I could go on and on because this so far is the best record of 2001. And this well seasoned veteran has heard more than his share. But this one covers all the moods of music for some one to whom music and maturity are a constant struggle at the same time as they are a constant delight and source of inspiration. Put this on and use your heart, your head and your ass. You'll be sending me thank you letters if you can stop playing it long enough to write. Russ Ketter

[The Massacre]

:rep: & :rep:

[legelegel]

Now I'm going to have to listen to some of his music.

[The Massacre]

i've never heard him sing anything. i only asked because Reckless Kelly has a cover of that song on their live cd they just put out.

[WesTxAg]

this thread aint worth a velvet painting of a dolphin and a whale gettin it on

[The Massacre]

you're right. it is worth more. :cool: