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A tune about Sonora, Mexico and environs.
music blues country roots songwriting mono rural analogue folkways
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Great Big Yam is all about the picnics and harvests. Rural music from rural people.
Great Big Yam is a collective and individual effort to preserve traditional American music and create songs within that tradition. From the traveling blues to the banjo breakdown to the jigs and reels native to Ireland to the African roots to folk protest songs.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #555
Peak in subgenre #106
Author
Bryan Newbury
Rights
2006 Bryan Newbury
Uploaded
August 29, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:42
Story behind the song
The Seri are a nearly vanished tribe around Tiburon and Bahia de Kino, Mexico, which is a short drive from the lovely city of Hermosillo. They were known, among other things, for their stone crafts and should be supported rather than tying together beach rocks with shoestrings.
Lyrics
Western Sonora, you took all that I might offer and left me in Tucson in a shower of light that hung from the rafters in those fluorescent patterns, bathing in Billboard by the end of the night. I walked all the fenceline, I was afraid to venture in there along with the scorpions and western diamondbacks along with adventures of long-dead hitchhikers perched on the organ pipes serving now as a mast, I was busy watching them watching me. Alarmed at the progress I made on the highway from Ciudad Obregon to The Crosses at night replete with the buzzards on the Sierra Madre waiting for me to steer just right. They hung their heads lowly as we passed through the flatlands, they opened their wings in some mock salute they waited for deer or victims of coyotes across the border they were busy with their food, while the hitchhikers held court. I have no corridos or stories of struggle I have no answers, my questions are few. I haven’t a package, I’ve got nothing to smuggle across the border and back home to you. I made you a gift from a stone on the coastline I strung it together with the string from my shoe a satchel of wormwood & Mexican moonshine, and the Mexican moonlight, my gift to you This is my gift to you
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