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No Tengo Sangre (versión español)
(© 2015 Walter Ehresman)
--translation donated by Aaron Romo/Anne Nicolai)
[verso #1]
Me he trasladado a su país, donde la sangre es el mortero,
La onda en la tela de la cohesión social,
el pegamento que sustituye lo que el gobierno no
era buena en proveer a las personas en necesidad.
[verso #2]
Yo me paro fuera del sistema de los siglos—
un hombre sin familia (aunque algunos todavía respiran);
Una historia tan larga para contar a los extraños ...
Es mucho más fácil decir que mi sangre está toda muerta.
[coro #1]
Porque no tengo sangre, pero aún camino en la tierra;
Para ti, soy un fantasma que acecha tu ciudad;
Una idea extraña, una concepción preocupante;
Un destino del que preferirías no pensar nunca.
[verso #3]
Linaje es algo que nunca he seleccionado;
Una cosa que no voy a dejar que defina quién soy.
La familia que amo es la que yo he escogido;
La sangre que compartimos es la sangre que derramaremos
uno para el otro—así que sabe que estoy nadando en sangre.
[coro #2]
Porque no tengo sangre, pero aún camino en la tierra;
Para ti, soy un fantasma que acecha tu ciudad;
Una idea extraña, una concepción preocupante;
Un destino del que preferirías no pensar nunca. Pero
la sangre que compartimos es la sangre que derramaremos
uno para el otro, así que sabe que estoy nadando en sangre.
La sangre que compartimos es la sangre nos derramaremos
uno para el otro, así que sabe que estoy nadando en sangre.
--click on the song "I Have No Blood", also on this collection, to see the English version of the lyrics.
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Outside of Time, You Call
(© 2008 Walter Ehresman)
Falling through that space, no purpose here, no trace of hope I find.
Outside of time, you call–a line to me–resolve to crawl to your light.
[chorus]
‘Cause I love you and I reach from the space between all that I want;
And eyes wide open, I step from the dark;
And your strong heart will welcome me, I know;
And this new love will banish the wounds of the past as we look to the dawn.
Radiance surrounds you, in my life I’ve found all roads lead here.
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Evan's Waltz
02:56
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Evan's Waltz
(© 2006 Walter Ehresman)
--Written and recorded for Evan Overstreet, age 3 1/2.
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Kathleen
04:18
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Kathleen
(© 2006 Walter Ehresman)
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I Have No Blood
04:56
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I Have No Blood (English version)
(© 2015 Walter Ehresman)
I’ve moved to your country, where blood is the mortar,
the weave in the fabric of social cohesion,
the glue that replaces what government never
was good at providing for people in need.
I stand on the outside of centuries’ system—
a man with no family (though some still draw breath);
A story that’s too long for telling to strangers…..
much easier to say that my blood is all dead.
[chorus #1]
For I have no blood, but I walk the earth still;
To you, I’m a ghost who is haunting your town;
An alien notion, a troubling conception;
A fate that you’d rather not think of at all.
Lineage is something I never selected;
A thing that I won’t let define who I am.
The family I love is the one I’ve selected;
The blood that we share is the blood we would spill
for each other—so know that I’m swimming in blood.
[chorus #2]
For I have no blood, but I walk the earth still;
To you, I’m a ghost who is haunting your town;
An alien notion, a troubling conception;
A fate that you’d rather not think of at all. But
the blood that we share is the blood we would spill
for each other—so know that I’m swimming in blood.
The blood that we share is the blood we would spill
for each other—so know that I’m swimming in blood.
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Too Rude To Rule
(© 2016 Walter Ehresman)
I see you spewin’ on the TV—
a full borosie with a harbour shark style;
Throwin’ gas onto the fire;
Spread your hate beneath a big smile;
Too rude to rule; too rude to rule.
You diggin’ poison from a deep well--
you celebrate it like it doesn’t have smell;
You put a lie into the mirror;
You make a little man swell, aye?
Too rude to rule; too rude to rule.
Too rude to rule, now; too rude to rule.
[break—dancehall toasting]
With your white hood meetings, you’re a real upsetter, man;
The baldheads getting’ giddy with your Brownshirt rhetoric;
The shockwaves you creatin’ never move that weave, man,
and everything you say is just a whim and not a plan;
And you tap into that river of American intolerance
(and everyone of color surely seen that Southern dance);
And you look into the mirror, say “who is that cool dude?”;
You think you’re too bad but you’re just too rude.
You actin’ fassy with a big mob;
You light the torches as they march to my town.
You got them huntin’ for the dark kids;
Machine guns at the feet of a clown.
But I’ve been hearin’ something risin’—
a better sound from the positive souls;
A hurricane is a’brewin’—
a pressure drop for your bankroll.
Too rude to rule; too rude to rule.
Too rude to rule, now; too rude too rude.
*Jamaican slang: “borosie”=a jerk; “harbour shark”=someone who is greedy; “fassy”=like an asshole; “rude”=criminal.
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A Bump in the Road
04:55
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A Bump in the Road
(©2005 Walter Ehresman)
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All Possible Dances
(© 2002 music-W. Ehresman/V. Ramirez; lyrics-W. Ehresman)
The Carpmeister has always been such a good friend to me;
So I queried him ‘bout why he seems amused by all he smells and all he sees;
He said “My boy, I insert distance between all that nasty stuff and me;
‘Cause if I didn’t, I’d be tempted every day to employ Rule 303.”
And I know that what he’s sayin’ is the only way to keep your sanity;
And I know some jobs need doin’, even though they desecrate morality;
But I gotta keep things simple when you’re talkin’ ‘bout my walkin’-‘round creed;
So if I will not shake your hand, then it’s the price I pay for no hypocrisy.
[chorus]
Truth, trust, and honor I take so seriously;
But otherwise I dance between the lattice of possibility.
When the whistle blows, the Sheepdog and Coyote stop to have a cup of tea;
So when the trial is over, should I take the killer’s lawyer for coffee?
And when your friends cross over, how can things remain the way they used to be?
And when the dust has settled, is there anyone left standing next to me?
[chorus]
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I Ain't Such a Bad Guy
(© 1992 Walter Ehresman)
Well, I didn't sink Amelia Earhart, momma,
and I didn't put the smog in the sky;
Never cast a vote for George Bush, baby,
so why don't you give me a try?
There ain't no heavy starch within a mile of me, darlin' and
I'm hopin' that it's easy to see
I ain't such a bad guy.
Well, I never co-wrote a Stallone movie, and
I never went out with Cher;
and don't say a word about the Persian Gulf, because
I swear I wasn't even there.
I ain't selling crack, I ain't a quarterback
posing in his underwear;
I don't use my guitar as an extension of my penis and
I never put mousse in my hair.
Ain't a Polo shirt within a mile of me, darlin' and
I'm sitting here telling you why
I ain't such a bad guy.
Well, I never did hire a billboard, baby,
never flushed a fish down the commode;
If I done all the things that your look suggests
I don't think that I could carry the load.
Now I understand that livin' in this land might
generate suspicious minds, but
if every man is hatched out evil then
a good one must be sure hard to find.
There ain't a Gucci belt within a mile of me, baby
and I'm beggin' you to give me a try;
I ain't such a bad guy.
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Kismet?
06:45
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Kismet? (cante hondo)
(© 1998 Walter Ehresman)
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No Tengo Sangre--instrumental version
(© 2015 Walter Ehresman)
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Those Rare Moments of Confidence
(© 1990 Walter Ehresman)
I got a feeling,
found it just inside of my heart;
Just a feeling--
don’t know if I can cut it any more.
[chorus]
I see the writing on the wall,
I see the writing there for me,
for me.
I got a feeling,
every time I recheck the score;
Just a feeling--
where I was rich I now am poor.
[chorus]
[break]
Get a’hold of everything--can’t believe I was listening to ya;
Alarm bells rings--damn near fell into it;
The joker, he moves fast--slips through a hole in the wire;
With a backwards glance--gonna light your funeral pyre;
Gotta make the music--sing about recesses of desire.
We need a Renaissance today;
Feed the art or the body will die;
I think the head is gone anyway, but
I’ve got mine.
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Walter Ehresman San Miguel De Allende, Mexico
Called "the quintessential Austin DIY artist" by famed local disc jockey Charlie Martin , Walter Ehresman was an eccentric presence in the Austin music scene from the '80s until his 2015 move to Mexico. A prolific songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and recording artist...and a restless musical spirit, always looking for something new, expressed with fearlessly honest, socially-conscious lyrics. ... more
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