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Little Po, Little Po,
Little baby Po.
Don't you know?
I love you so, Little Po.
Little Girl, Little Girl,
Give yourself a twirl.
Round you go,
I told you so, Little Girl.
Will you still be mine?
When your dreams take you away.
It's hard to wave goodbye
When there's still time to play.
Any time you need me,
Any time at all.
I'm on my way, Little Po.
Beauty Queen, skinny jeans,
Gone to make the scene.
You're a dream come true,
We'll all miss you, Beauty Queen.
Will you still be mine,
When love comes your way?
It's hard to wave goodbye
When there's so much left to say.
Lady Bug, Lady Bug,
Flyin' next to me.
You brought me luck dear,
You brought me love, Lady B.
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We are no beautiful children
we are ridden with fear
and we'd be a field day for Freud
but last night, like all the beautiful children
have done for over 50 years
we gave our brains to the void
And I—I am lost in my own way
I have lost my true self
it's so hard to find the words
Ooh it's so hard to find the words
so painfully disconnected
I call my skin a border
I lay claim to my bones
and wait patiently for the next life
always asking for more than
the everything that's my home
And so today my spine is the bay bridge
25 vertebrae and
a million eyes on the hill
but though the movement's infernal
the world is quiet from Bernal
the world is completely still
And it's so hard to find the words...
No beautiful children
we are ridden with fear
and we'd be a field day for freud
And I- I am lost in my own way
I have lost my true self
it's so hard to find the words
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August sun has come and gone
rainy days won't be long
your steps on the front steps
a simple meal for two
I watch my basketball
you read your magazines
January, February
time sails by with you
If i seem a little quiet
that's because my minds on you
guess it's getting clearer
how much I count on you
If I didn't have you
where would I be?
all alone in a one bedroom
wondering how it could be
April rains have blown away
time to plan the holiday
somewhere with clear air
with my family
I look back on the past
to the child who grew up fast
the alcohol that touched us all
the private tragedy
Then I think about where I am
how I became a man
that is when I think of you
and all that you do
If I didn't have you
where would I be?
all alone in a one bedroom
wondering how it could be
If I didn't have you
where would I be?
all alone in a one bedroom
wondering how it could be
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Poor boy with a feather in his hat
Hides inside his denim and his plaid.
He's waiting for the day that his idols will whisk him away
To a place he holds inside a paisley frame.
Poor boy at an oceanside bazaar
Buys a portrait of a man with a guitar
And hopes one day to be as idolized as he.
But every costume that covers up his tiny shoulders,
Keeps him from moving keeps him from growing older.
He finds solace in the folks that'll never know his name.
Is it fear or naiveté that is to blame?
Poor boy uses whiskey, beer, and wine
To build his friendships and pass the time.
They help him to forget all the years of neglect.
And every wine-stained word that spills onto the evenings
About his longing for romance, about his poverty, his grieving,
Seem to float past the ears he so long has revered.
In his dreams he's an artist, a genuine cavalier.
Poor boy I've seen you before
Lying there upon the floor,
Clutching to a cigarette
Like chips in a game of roulette.
How long do you plan to stay
tucked inside your hideaway
Where no one dares to poke or pry,
Won't you answer, poor boy, tell me why?
Poor boy can be found inside his room
Playing a song to peel back the gloom.
He's seated in his throne, just a poor boy skin and bones.
Safe inside his kingdom all alone.
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Vas caminando y no sabes que hacer
vas caminando y no puedes ni ver
y te ocultas del tiempo, llegas al mar
llegas muy lejos, vuelves a empezar
Y preguntas, por qué quieres volver, volver
A la arena caliente
a los pasos ligeros
a las fotos del baúl
a los ojos sinceros
Al cálido viento
a la eterna mañana
al tiempo que te alcanza para andar y para más
Vas recordando, que el dinero no es todo
que el tiempo gastado en puro trabajo
no está bien invertido
que prefieres abrazos a un lindo vestido
y que el tiempo no vuelve, el tiempo no vuelve
el tiempo no vuelve el tiempo no, vuelve
Y por eso te vas, y por eso te vas…
A la arena caliente
a los pasos ligeros
a las fotos del baúl
a los ojos sinceros
Al cálido viento
a la eterna mañana
al tiempo que te alcanza para andar y para más
A la casa rosada, al calor que faltaba
a la puerta color azul, a tu vida llenita de luz
a tu vida llenita de luz, a tu vida llenita de luz…
Y por eso te vas, y por eso te vas…
sin avisar
libre y serena
libre y serena
libre, serena
libre, serena
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Uh
Canto será
Cuando al umbral
Quebrado al pasar
Sea empezar
Ser
Sonar
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Ay tierrita mía, me llamas sin cantar
sabes bien que sólo sé tu canto escuchar,
Ay mañana mía, me pides un favor
yo no entiendo bien y me levanto en sudor
me levanto y quisiera decirte,
Decir todo serás, agua traerás
te retira los miedos, suspirarás al viento
quien elegirá, que hoja sacar
de aquel árbol llorón donde estaré yo sentado,
Seguir en la vuelta nos gusta se deja y se va…
Ay cielito mio, me nublas el pensar
sin tu luz agreste y claro no puedo jugar
Ay amigo mío, cansado estoy de andar
vos me dejaste ir como si no fuera a extrañar
que extraño que fuera todo esto
Todo serás, agua traerás
te retira los miedos, suspirarás al viento
quien elegirá, que hoja sacar
de aquel árbol llorón donde estaré yo sentado,
y un río al final, me encuentro con el sol,
mi palma calcará la hojita y dará un mensaje...
Ay vidita mía, hoy me voy a animar
para encontrarte yo ya sé dónde buscar
Se irá y seguirá,
se iá y seguirá…
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Yo no soy huinca, capitán
hace tiempo lo fui
deje que vuelva para el sur
déjeme ir allí.
Mi nombre casi lo olvidé
Dorotea Bazán
yo no soy huinca, india soy
por amor, capitán.
Me falta el aire pampa y el olor
de los ranqueles campamento
el cobre oscuro de la piel de mi señor
en ese imperio de gramilla
cuero y sol.
Usted se asombra capitán
que me quiera volver
un alarido de malón
me reclama la piel.
Yo me hice india y ahora estoy
más cautiva que ayer
quiero quedarme en el dolor
de mi gente ranquel.
Quiero quedarme en el dolor
de mi gente ranquel.
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The String Quartet Experience is Nahuel Bronzini’s arranging journey which joins together the sounds of Singer-Songwriting and a String Quartet. Playing off of the expectations of what a classical string quartet should sound like, Bronzini creates a heightened listening experience of textures and gestures that range between old and new.
This is a collaborative project that brings together 8 solo artists from Argentina, Mexico and the U.S. and the outstanding Amaranth Quartet from San Francisco.
“ I was always captivated by the sound of the string quartet, its sonic qualities, possibilities and origins. This project is a dream I had for a long time and that fills me with joy and gratitude. The chance of working with such eclectic and rich group of artists is an opportunity to explore the different sounds my heart needs to speak out and that resonate on each one of these songs. I wrote a full string quartet arrangement for each piece in hopes of representing the emotions and images depicted through their music and lyrics, while also printing my own voice as a composer. This is a true collaborative project that brings to life the musical beliefs, fantasies and needs of both myself and the songwriters.” - Nahuel
Amaranth Quartet
With a love of tackling the string quartet canon and as fierce a passion for discovering newly composed works, Amaranth Quartet was founded in 2013 and proudly calls the Bay Area home. Members Katie von Braun, Abigail Shiman, Erica Zappia, and Helen Newby strive to present classical music to divergent audiences in a variety of locales. Upcoming projects include a residency and performance with the Antelope Valley Symphony Orchestra and appearances on Switchboard Presents and SF Presidio Sessions.
Beyond bringing the established string quartet repertoire to life, Amaranth is committed to working with a diverse group of Bay Area artists and creating original arrangements. Collaborators include Amy LaCour, Kendra McKinley, Zéna Allen, Marc Snegg, Madeline Tasquin, and Nahuel Bronzini. Last year, Amaranth performed at the historic Fillmore West as part of the venue’s first all-female lineup, and has also appeared at Freight and Salvage Coffeehouse, Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, and the late Viracocha. Amaranth has been a featured guest artist on several Bay Area radio programs including KPOO, KPFA and KALX.
Amaranth Quartet is fiscally sponsored by the San Francisco Friends of Chamber Music.
www.amaranthquartet.com
released December 3, 2015
All songs arranged and produced by Nahuel Bronzini
All strings recorded by Zach Miley at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA. except “Poor Boy”, recorded by Andy Freeman at Coast Recorders, San Francisco, CA.
Additional recording:
Voice on 2, 3, 4, 5, 8 and guitar on 3, 5, 7, 8 recorded by Nahuel Bronzini at Studio Burgundio, Berkeley, CA.
Voice on 7 recorded by Daniel Alba at Megaphonix Studios, Brooklyn, NY.
Voice and guitar on 1 recorded by James Ward at Live Oak Studio, Berkeley, CA.
Piano on 6 recorded by Jorge “Portugués” Da Silva at Fort Music, Buenos Aires.
Voice on 6 recorded by Santiago Palacios at Estudio Kenobi, Buenos Aires.
Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini at Studio Burgundio, Berkeley, CA.
Mastered by Piper Payne at Coast Mastering, Berkeley, CA.
Graphic design and illustrations by Nicolás Castell, Granada, Spain.
www.nahuelbronzini.com