Today is the turn of a spanish band El Barrio. They were touring with their new album Duermevela when I was living in Andalucía where is the origin of El Barrio. The singer songmaker composer José Luis Figuerero from Cadíz is a multitalent with the flamenco techniques. The lyrics are like tales like to days Crónicas de una loca the "Story of a crazy". The style of El Barrio is basicly flamenco with a pop and rock seasonig. From time to time the songs are light sometimes they are dark. The bit darker tunes offers you this track: Patio de naranjo "The orange tree patio". Lighter and worth listening is: Crónicas de un gay "The story of a gay".
Check also: Andalucía, Calla ("Quiet"), Cartitas de Amor ("The cards of love"), Mi amor ("My love"), Crónicas de un gay ("Story of a gay"), Patio de naranjo ("The orange tree patio"), Vete con Don José y Delfín Amaya ("Beat it"), Quiereme ("Love me").
CRÓNICAS DE UNA LOCA
Ni locura ni enfermos mentales..
Ay personas que para curarse,
van de la mano de un mata sano,
medicando las duras verdades.
La encontre, con la mirada nublaa,
No atendia a mi interes,
parecia de cristal.
La encontre, sin ganitas de vivir,
maldiciendo al destino,
que la dejo postrada allí.
*Canta y no llores, y que cantando vas alejando tus temores,
Canta y no llores, y que cantando duelen menos los dolores.*
La ví sentada en un viejo rincon,
de aquel patio solitario de un manicomio,
El duro viento de un invierno gris,
mecia su pelo como las locas.
Todos los dias se ponia aquel mismo vestido,
que uno de sus hijos le compro hace años.
Mano derecha guardaba una rosa deshojada y fria, como la roca.
Pintaba cuadros, siempre tuvo el mar como referencia y motivaciones
Tenia en sus ojos ese brillo gris, que te da una vida de un par de cojones.
Cojio mi mano, me miro de frente, e indirectamente me dijo al oido:
-Sienta a mi lao, cierra los ojos y siente como indiferente se pasan los dias.
*Canta y no llores.. *
La encontre y me hablo de soledad
no creia en el amor, era la infelicidad.
La encontre , se reia sin querer,
de los hombres que seguian la doctrina de un querer.
*Canta y no llores... *
Con paso medio lento me llebaste amor,
cojido de tu mano hasta el dormitorio,
ilusionada te dio por jugar, con una vieja casa llena de muñecas.
En un libro viejo guardaban poemas que alguien titulo "Soy un triste abalorio"
Su piel era arrugada como una maceta,
el tiempo pribo de que floreciera.
La encontre, con la mirada nublaa,
No atendia a mi interes,
parecia de cristal.
La encontre,sin ganitas de vivir,
maldiciendo al destino,
que la dejo postrada allí.
*Canta y no llores.. *
STORY OF A CRAZY
Neither insanity nor the mental illnesses
There are humans who grab hand of the imposter
They medicate the hard verities
I found that woman and the that misty look
She didn't notice my interest
She looked like a crystal
I found her without the joy of living
That let her lie there broken
Because by singing the fears go away
Because by singing the pain diminish
I saw her sitting there in the old corner
On that lonely yard of the mental hospital
The rough wind of the grey winter
Yank her hear like the lunatics
Every day she put on the same dress
The one that one of her children bought her many years ago
They had removed the spikes of the rose she guarded, it vas cold as a rock
She made paintings, and she saw the sea as a reference and as a motivation
She had the grey shine in her eyes, the shine that gives you the infernal life
She grabbed my hand and looked straight in my eyes and briefly she wispered
-Sit next to me close your eyes and feel how
Indifferently the days go by
I found her and she told me about loneliness
She didn't believe in love
I found her, though she didn't want to she laughed at the men who followed the doctor of lust
*Sing and don't cry... *
More slowly you took my love
Hand in your hand till the bedroom
You were excited, you saw it as a game with the old doll house full of dolls
Inside of the old book they kept the poems
Someone named them" I am a sad pearl"
Her skin was wrinkled like ajar
That time has took from them who bloom
I found that woman and the that misty look
She didn't notice my interest
She looked like a crystal
I found her without the joy of living
That let her lie there broken
*Sing and don't cry... *
