Cuban Candles

by The Cuban Cowboys

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released October 9, 2008

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The Cuban Cowboys San Francisco, California

The Cuban Cowboys mix indie rock with traditional Cuban music. Really? Yup. We been standing on the corner of Brooklyn and Matanzas since 2005. Where you been?

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Track Name: Nobody Told Her
Nobody Told Her

Two Cuban girls stood on the tarmac
They thought for sure that they’d be coming back
A New York wind took my mami’s hat
“Dejalo que se vaya,” “Leave it be, let it go.”
Pero no, nunca lo dejo But no, she never let it go

She started working at 16
When Havana was Vegas just off the Keys
And Americanitas up in NYC
Were giving it up for the mambo kings

When Che got done doing Kerouac
And Castro made sure of his coming back
Tanks rolled over Cadillacs
And the Kennedy boys just showed their ass

Nobody told her, She’d be there
Nadie le dijo, She’d be so scared

El mismo vino, la misma sangre The same wine, the same blood
Admiro mucho a mi madre I admire my mother very much
Por criarme sin mi papa For raising me without my dad
Por darme Cuba, Cuba, Cuba For giving me Cuba, Cuba, Cuba

So I know I don’t gotta tell her
Just how much la vina del nombre, Just how much the vineyard of one’s name
La vina del nombre produce The vineyard of one’s name produces
La vina del nombre produce The vineyard of one’s name produces
Track Name: El Capitan
El Capitan

Esto es pa(ra) mi vino, esto es pa(ra) mi pan This is for my wine, this is for my bread.
Esto es pa(ra) mi padre, que era un Capitan This is for my father, who was a Captain.
He was a macho sailor, Havana Cuban man.
Even though he no speaka the Englistch
He was a lady’s man.

He went to Costa Rica.
He sailed to Panama.
Making me muchas hermanitas pero no con mi mama
Lots of baby sisters…but/just not with my mom
But far across the ocean
There was a port of call
It was his home. It would be his fall.

Esto es pa(ra) mi vino, esto es pa(ra) mi pan This is for my wine, this is for my bread.
Esto es pa(ra) mi padre, que era un Capitan This is for my father, who was a Captain.
He was such a drinker
He brought the sea to land
Poured its salt on my mama’s wounds
With the back of his hand.