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| Title: |
On a Plane to Buenos Aires |
| Artist: |
ps I forgot
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| Album: |
2004PSIforgot |
Track #: |
2 |
| This Version: |
2004-02-27 00:00:00 |
| Copyright: |
PS I Forgot |
| Description: |
On a plane to Buenos Aires
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| Notes: |
-Inspired by a dream. .
-"in the tango of my sadness" when I sing that line, notice the subtle very silent and distant accordian (an instrument popular in Argentine tangos)." I'm trying to give that baked in the sun and lost in nostalgia mood by making it not so loud.
-The bass guitar will be re-recorded
-the brass solo will need to be redone..I wanted it to be chaotic, but I think I can make a more effective recording of it.
-I may redo the lyrics because I don't like the overexaggerated references to Argentina..the title is good enough and I think I sound too much like a tour guide.. the "cafe" line annoys me too..it's pretentious to me. I am in the process of rewriting the lyrics..but I missplaced them.  .
-This recording was done in about an hour. Everything is one, two, and no more than three takes per track. The bass guitar was done on one take; the vocals on two takes; the background vocal (glass will eventually break) one take.
-Need to add effects tot he background vocal.
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| Lyrics: |
To my dearest Lucila,
To Buenos Aires,
To Argentina
To my imagination, on another plane, away south...
Close my mouth, open my eyes
My....you look lovely today.
No harm in your charm
like a shot in my arm
my anecdote alarm clock me,
How you reel me,
completely ignore what I see
I notice your pretty la-la porteno city,
in the April city...
Window still mocks me
(shopping for love remember glass eventually breaks)alone
Look for your sites can you stately,
my lady sleeps, count her zzzz's
and makeshift maybe
that my, her murmur is heard by her,
oh Buenos Aires burns
jacaranda purple black dream,
The Sacramento morning, cascade at work
Words of whisper, or rejoice laugh
I cry my eyes wide open
just to see the mosquito lashing company
from me to you...hey I always seem
to lose do I win I'm below the ocean
now my sea stop fantasy falling block
in a pond..
Oh magic wand (common)deliver me to
her, fancy
away from nancy
answer me these words
are chewing your tongue
when your fingers they
talk to me!
Not single tear left
in the tango of my sadness
when you never walk away
a block away ok
what does that say?
your days...
my eyes weep
count down to your
wedding bell ring (ways)
with the years a separated
day
another year disappears
and yet I still feel you
whisper in my car as you
as you touch my hair oh
Buenos Aires...
Happy Birthday my hidden
dove, caught only by my
side flying away,
found out that you're
the one I love
Jacaranda goodbyes, why?
No "hello" will this
be tragedy? Ok...
in a world of 9 lives:
tragedy number 10
and I've an idea
that our becoming eyes
meet me at the Teatro Colon
and..by a cafe and I'll stay
there all alone
and I'll cry myself
in my last tear
away like the River Plate,
no not this time
happy birthday,
la-la-la-la-la
Lucila I love you
Lucila
Happy Birthday...
from, oh, the
years of the knots
in my stomach...
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