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El Barbero
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A latin influenced desert tale of tragic love...
funk rock slap bass sykot
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High energy experimental groove rock that defies classification
Experimental Groove Rock
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Peak #636
Peak in subgenre #99
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Lyrics by Jesse Rozof/Music by Sykotropik
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sykotropik music 2002
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September 10, 2002
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MP3 4.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
Desert sand is hot And the sky is hotter. And men would die for a drink of water And one such drink Was the farmers daughter Since he would kill any man who sought her And her dad was about seven feet tall Mean as hell and built like a brick wall Had a sawed off long as my left arm Muthaf**ker used the thing as a side arm He was mean and fast like a rattlesnake Even scorpions got outta his way Looking wrong at his girl would seal your fate Put their heads in a pile by his back gate But once a month if the sun wasn’t too high He would take his little girl for a short ride They would ride into town by the back way She would shop and he would get a shave I would watch from the roof as they rode by I would wave when I knew I could catch her eye While he was sitting down to have a shave We would sneak in the back room and misbehave Until one day when everything changed Farmer thought that he didn’t really need a shave But he stopped by the barber shop anyway Only this time he came in by the back way And what he saw when he pushed open the door Was his little girl on her knees down on the floor He screamed and with a loud roar I moved faster than I ever moved before “Bastardo!” he roared as I ran chasing me as I ran unclad “Turn around and face me like a man!” I just screamed and hid behind the church man “Tomorrow noon when the sun is high, we will meet and you will die. If noon comes and you are not there… You will not hide from me anywhere” High Noon on that fateful day Farmer and barber face to face Sweat glistened on the barbers brow Nothing on the farmers but an angry frown The barber blinked and the farmers gun Spat fire in the blazing sun The farmers daughter jumped in the way And so instead stole the barbers fate The farmer stood with his heart full of dread Stood and stared at his baby girl The barber put a bullet in the farmers head And left them both in a pool of red I rode away to the dead mans land Meaning to end my life by my own hand But for reasons I cannot understand Stay to tell my tale to each passing man
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