...SKELETONS OF QUINTO... by The Folksmen
*from 'A Mighty Wind Original Soundtrack' (2003)*
I worked the fields my father worked,
From dawn until setting sun.
My calloused hands and wind-burned face,
Have marked me as a man.
Who has no voice, no rights, no hope,
No place to call his own.
And the skeletons, of Quinto, call me home.
Bridge 1:
The silver tentacles of the moon's rays haunt me,
The deathly silence of the mountains, chills me to the bone.
And the skeletons, of Quinto, call me home.
If I lived to be a hundred, I won't know me Papa's plight.
The cruelty of the master's whip, the horrors of the night.
He braved them all and stood his ground;
The bravest ever known.
And the skeletons, of Quinto, call me home.
Bridge 2: (Instrumental)
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(Spanish):
Un Oceano de verguenza incita nuestros recuerdos,
Las estranguladas, lesadillas de muerte.
Me estremecen hasta los huesos,
Y los esqueleetos de Quinto, me llaman a mi morada.
I know that somehow, in this world, the workers must be free.
The toil and sweat and tyranny, the fascist jeu d'es-prit.
Will only serve to keep us down; and aid the bourgeoi-sie.
And the skeletons, of Quinto, call me home.
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2005
(clumsyband@hotmail.com)