letra de january 21st, 1993 - qixote
[verse 1]
i remember when i first set
foot in that nightclub & laid eyes on you
i was with my buddy jeff (not a military guy)
still the buffest guy in honolulu
things were going usual—he did a line of c-ke
and found another woman, left me on my own
so i walked up to the bar all alone. and the bar
tender said, “hey alonso, how’s it going?”
i was interrupted by a tone sweeter than mama’s papayas
back at home: “alonso, huh? i’m maria,” you said
you extended your hand just to ask for a dance
“are you latina?” “no, i’m filipina.” a single blink was
all it took find you in my bed sheets, breaths
heavier than lead sheets, fingers on my—
“jesus”, i was thinking, i could feel the seamen
sailing in my stormy stomach singing:
[hook]
(if your mother)
if your mother knew
how you spent your friday nights
she would surely grab a knife
and she’d find her way to you
(if your mother)
if your mother knew
how you spent your friday nights
she would surely grab a knife
and she’d find her way to you
[verse 2]
i remember when i first set
my foot into our spotted beagle’s fragile ribcage
we were newly married in a studio apartment;
you had forgotten to put the dog in his cage
when i opened the door after three weeks in the fields
and i saw the living room floor sleek with his half-eaten meals
i let that puppy have it. i kicked him to the astral plane
he broke right through the ceiling squealing louder than a cabaret
poor thing didn’t even see it coming. didn’t know that we were gunning
for each other. things we weren’t discussing with each other:
like you always clubbing with my money in your clutch and
letters in your pockets from some other lover
i had used to say that if i caught you sleeping with another man
i’d toss you off the deep end. once i knew it was happening
i told myself i was imagining sh-t
“jesus”, i was thinking, i could feel the seamen
sailing in my stormy stomach singing:
[hook]
(if your mother)
if your mother knew
how you spent your friday nights
she would surely grab a knife
and she’d find her way to you
(if your mother)
if your mother knew
how you spent your friday nights
she would surely grab a knife
and she’d find her way to you
[outro]
“ya no me escribes cheques
porque no me quieres
no quiero ser merce-
naria pero el dinero—dámelo
si no me entiendes
mijo lee un diccionario
“ya no me escribes cheques
porque no me quieres
no quiero ser merce-
naria pero el dinero—dámelo
si no me entiendes
mijo lee un diccionario.”
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