Rancheras De Mi Alma

A dark venue with a dim spotlight on the stage.
I sit on a chair made of maple wood.
The table made of the same dark maple wood displays additional scars that belong to various visitors, each one contains its own tale.
Craved names and spots of dried food that were never cleaned.
An antique.
I sit in the dark with a bottle of Corralejo tequila.
A small shot glass keeps the bottle company, while the lime and salt laugh at my need for them and my sensitivity to the strong liquor.
The only other person in this venue is the bartender,
busy wiping down the freshly washed glasses with a cotton towel.
The only sound to be heard is the cotton touching the surface of the wet glass, absorbing the water and whooshing back in for more.
The sound of a guitar begins to break the silence,
I stare down at my shot glass and look deep into the strong liquor,
raise the glass to my lips and without hesitation I throw the whole contents of the shot glass into my mouth.
I let it burn down my throat.
The guitar soon has company as it plays along to strong vocals.
Each word held out long and hard enough to express the pain or pride the vocalist feels.
You cant sing a ranchera until you experience the sorrow or pride the song is referring too.
At this point I am sure that I could be the best singer of any ranchera.
Ranchera was a name derived from the word rancho,
Mi ranchito, my ranch,and how do I explain a ranchera in English?
Soul, blues, felt deep in your heart.
These songs once touched my grandmother deeply and she too sang them with heart,
My father, mother, aunts and uncles all sing them with heart.
Mi cultura, our way of expressing our sorrow.
When my heart aches, this is where I dream to be.
In a dark venue with my shot glass and bottle of tequila.
Music and tequila to drown my sorrow in, thinking that possibly
I will awake the next day a new person, fresh and with a new heart.
Sadly the only thing new about the next day is the throbbing in my head,
which now seems to throb at the same rhythm as my heart.
My love for this sorrow so deeply rooted in my love for my culture.
How else do I explain a ranchera?

El Principio (The begining):

Tu Recuerdo y Yo
Written and recorded by: José Alfredo Jiménez

Estoy en el rincon de una cantina,
oyendo una cancion que yo pedi,
me estan sirviendo ahorita mi tequila,
ya va mi pensamiento rumbo a ti.

I am sitting in the corner of a bar,
Hearing a song that I asked to be played,
They are serving me my tequila,
My thoughts are on there way towards you.
Yo se que tu recuerdo es mi desgracia,
y vengo aqui nomas a recordar,
que amargas son las cosas que nos pasan,
cuando hay una mujer que paga mal.
I know that your memory is my misfortune,
and I come here just to remmeber you,
How sour are the things that happen to us,
When there is a women that does you wrong.
Quien no sabe en esta vida,
la traicion tan conocida,
que nos deja un mal amor,
quien no llega a la cantina,
exigiendo su tequila,
y exigiendo su cancion.
Who doesnt know of this life and the familar betraly that
id left with us after a painful love,
Who doesnt come to the bar,
Demanding their tequila and their song.
Me estan sirviendo ya la del estribo,
ahorita ya no se si tengo fe,
ahorita solamente ya les pido,
que toque otra vez "La que se fue".

They are now serving me the last drink,
Right now I dont know if I have any faith,
Right now I only know that I want the band to play again
"The one that left"

Paving the way for woman in the world of Racheras

Un Mundo Raro
Escrito por José Alfredo Jiménez
Recorded by: Chavela Vargas

cuando te hablen de amor y de ilusiones
y te ofrezcan un sol y un cielo entero
si te acuerdas de mi no me menciones
porque vas a sentir amor del bueno
When they speak to you of love and illusions
And they offer you the sun and the entire sky
If you remember me, please don’t mention me,
Because you will feel what good love was like
Y si quieren saber de tu pasado
es preciso decir una mentira
di que vienes de alla de un mundo raro
que no sabes llorar
que no entiendes de amor
y que nunca has amado
And if they want to know about your past
Its important you tell them a lie
Tell them that you’ve come from a strange world far away
That you don’t know about crying
That you don’t understand love
And that you’ve never loved
porque yo adonde voy
hablare de tu amor
como un sueo dorado
y olvidando el rencor
no dire que tu adios me volvio desgraciado
Because where ever I go
I will speak of your love
Like it was a golden dream
And Ill forget any grudge that I used to hold
I wont say that your farewell left me miserable
y si quieren saber de mi pasado
es preciso decir otra mentira
les dire que llegue de un mundo raro
que no se del dolor
que triunfe en el amor
y que nunca he llorado
And if they want to know about my past
It’s important to tell another lie
I will say that I’ve come from a strange world
That I don’t know about pain
That I triumpted in love
And that I’ve never cried

Modern Day Woman in Rancheras

Recorded by: Lila Downs

Modern Day Ranchera - The Evolution


Eres como una mariposa
Vuelas y te posas vas de boca en boca
Facil y ligera de quien te provoca

You are like a butterfly
You fly and you rest yourself from mouth to mouth
Easy and loose to those that provoke you
Yo soy raton de tu ratonera
Trampa que no mata pero no libera
Vivo muriendo prisionero
Mariposa traicionera
Todo se lo lleva el viento
Mariposa no regreso
I am a mouse in your mousehole
A Trap that doesn't kill, but doesn't liberate
I live dying a prisoner
Betraying butterfly
The wind takes away everything
Butterfly, I won't return to you
Ay, mariposa de amor,
Mi mariposa de amor
Ya no regreso contigo
Ay, mariposa de amor,
Mi mariposa de amor
Nunca jamas junto a ti
Ay, butterfly of love,
My butterfly of love
I won't return to you
Ay, butterfly of love,
My butterfly of love
Never again next to you
Vuela amor, vuela dolor
Y no regreses a un lado
Ya vete de flor en flor
seduciendo a los pistilos
Y vuela cerca del sol
Pa' que sientas lo que es dolor
Fly, love; fly, pain
And don't return by my side
Just leave now, go from flower to flower
Seducing the pistils
And fly near the sun
So you feel what pain is Ay, mujer como haces daño
Pasan los minutos cual si fueran años
Mira estos celos me estan matando
Ay, woman, how you cause harm
Minutes pass like they were years
Look, these jealousy is killing me
Ay, mujer que facil eres
Abres tu alitas, musculos de colores
Donde se posan tus amores
Mariposa traicionera
Todo se lo lleva el viento
Mariposa no regreso
Ay, woman, how easy you are
You open your wings, colorful muscles
Where your lovers rest
Betraying butterfly
The wind takes everything
Butterly, I won't return to you
Vuela amor, vuela dolor
Que tengas suerte en tu vida
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay dolor
Yo te llore todo un rio
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay amor
Tu te me vas a volar
Fly, love; fly, pain
I wish you the best of luck life
Ay, ay, ay, ay, pain
I cried a whole river for you
Ay, ay, ay, ay, love
You're going to fly from me

El Rosario

Escrito Por: Varinia Flores

I drop my backpack to the hard wooden floor and proceed to throw my tired body on to the bed.
I look around at the walls full of pictures of my nieces and nephews. Some black and white , others color. One particular photograph was taken by me. It hangs proudly and very distinctly from the others. Possibly because it is a part of me. My vision and my idea. It is a close up of my niece. Shes looking right into the camera as her baby soft hair slightly covers her left eye. Shes smiling, I remember asking her to pose for a picture that day, except this picture was taken when she wasn't trying to pose. When she was just enjoying a Sunday fall afternoon tossing around in the leaves and dry grass.

My rosary is burning a hole in my pocket as I stand in front of this image. I reach for the control and lay my head back to surf through the endless satellite channels. When I come to terms with the fact that I might just suffer a thumb cramp from all the clicking I come across the perfect channel! National Geographic- Documentary on photojournalism! Ahhh my escape I think and upon selecting the channel I'm prompted with the following " You are currently not subscribed to this channel, please contact your dish provider" USELESS! your USELESS! I yell at the control, as the rosary continues to burn a hole in my pocket threatening me with a 3rd degree burn. I can hear the soft mumbling voices in a melodramatic tone coming from the next room. My mothers pleas do a quick jog around my mind. My aunts lectures began a long distance marathon in my mind and my father and cousins faces cheer both of them on. Maybe its the frustration of these pleas and lectures in my mind, but I swear the Rosario in my pocket begins to mumble. I feel it moving around tossing and turning in a violent panic. I hesitate a bit but finally reach into my pocket. I feel around and grab my chap stick, but feel the distinct cold touch of the smooth glass Rosario beads. It wraps tightly around my finger like a tiny newborns hand would. I had no other choice but to pull it out of my pocket and allow it to breathe. The voices are louder as they have broken into a no rhythm song, at this point I am convinced they don't know the meaning of beat . Each voice can be heard distinctly and I can tell who is singing and who is just mumbling along. I smile at the thought of my younger cousins mumbling to this song they don't know the meaning to. All they know and have been told is that its the right thing to do, that they should do it, that if they don't they aren't good little boys and girls, I imagine their angry faces of boredom and my aunts pinching away shooting death stares after every other prayer, I cant help but to laugh out loud, a deep laugh that makes my whole body shake. I can hear little me in the mix, in a half asleep high pitched voice. 1/4 annoyed, 1/4 bitter, 1/4 enraged and finally 1/4 deeply rooted in the words I don't know the meaning to.

I'm to young and too busy annoyed at the fact that I am missing the ninja turtles marathon, or Jerry setting up a trap that Tom will surely fall for like a damn fool. Too busy with these thoughts that I don't look around and see the peace that streams from each adult body present in the room. How tightly their eyes are shut, how fast their lips move and how tightly they clench their Rosario. A thought jolts in my mind, if I could be five again I would stand in front of my kneeling aunt and watch her very closely, observing every part of this ritual she does, Id even reach in and poke her eyelids to see if I could break into this deep peace she would be in. I could see her now, angry as a bull being poked and disturbed, shed reach out grab my arms and kneel me next to her. I'd want to ask her what I am doing on this cold floor, I'd want to ask her what I should be saying now that I am on my knees, and I'd want to ask her how I could get to this state of peace she is in, but I don't. I just kneel and think that this is punishment, that this is just as unfair as Tom never wining against Jerry! and so I plot to someday draw up an episode where Tom wins and finally eats Jerry! Stupid mouse.

I'm 22 and I have yet to draw out the plot where Jerry gets eaten, I have set up many scenarios but none have been great enough to reach the paper. All these scenarios thought up during hours of catechism classes, first communion, confirmation and any other "Charlas" which my mother thinks I might need. None ever made much sense to me and led to the following letter at the age of 15, after being confirmed:

Dear God,

If that is your name, I don't get it. Please send me more information then enraged teachers throwing words I don't understand from the bible, Please send me more information then a frustrated mother, father and aunts. I want to get you, I really do but I don't get them and I don't get how they explain you. Help me find you, because I cant seem to find you through them. What I do know is that I am very afraid of you, afraid to write these thoughts down, will you punish me? will you send me to hell when I die because I don't get it?

Signed
A Potential Believer

P.S Please don't send me to hell just yet, consider the fact that I am being honest.

At this point my mother and aunt are reaching the finish line in my mind. They are about to win the race as my feet leave the room with the useless dish network and photographs of my nieces and nephews. Like a shy 3 year old hanging on to their mother I peak into the room and notice everyone in a zen like trance. No off beat singing, no broken up loud prayer, just a room full of adults and children with their heads bowed, on their knees, eyes closed and silent. I don't join them, I just stand there trying to explain to myself what it is there feeling, trying to stare hard enough to see through their flesh and bones and into there souls. I remain unnoticed as the silence continues. Why flashes in and out of my mind followed by what followed by has them on their knees.

The silence breaks and a soft soothing hum comes from my aunt, it forces me to close my eyes. I open them and I find myself in my room in our old house on Jennings road. The lights are off except for a small lamp. I am not alone, a women sits on the other side of the bed, I cant recognize her but she is humming and moving the Rosario beads in between her fingers. I want to reach for her to see if I can make out who she is but I cant move. I just sit there watching her, hearing her, observing her. Suddenly her Rosario breaks and tears begin to roll down her face and I sense a deep pain inside me, I don't know what is causing this pain but its strong enough to bring me to tears. I cant stop my sobbing, and she doesn't stop sobbing. "Mija no llores" ( Daughter don't cry) she says as she turns to me and proves that I am not a ghost. She bends down to pick up the beads and holds them out for me to see. I look deep into her face and I know who she is, mi abuelita. How could I have forgotten her prayers each night before she laid next to me. "Mira Mija, todo se puede con un poquito de fe. Nada se queda deshecho por mucho tiempo, veras que pronto con fe el rosario se arreglar." ( Look daughter, with a little bit of faith everything is possible. Nothing remains broken for to long. You will see soon that with faith the rosario will be fixed). She kisses my forehead and turns back around to continue her prayer. I continue to stare at her and notice she isn't mi abuelita anymore, but my tia on her knees with the rest of my family. I take a step into the room and kneel next to my aunt.."Es la fe y con fe"( It is Faith, and with Faith) I repeat over and over again..."Es la fe y con fe"( It is faith, and with Faith)...

La Cumbia Del Mole

Lila Downs

On Wanting More.

Naila
Lila Downs

En una noche de luna
Naila lloraba ante mi
Ella me hablaba con ternura
Puso en mis labios su dulzura
Yo le decia porque lloraba
Y ella me contesto asi

Ya me embriague con otro hombre
Ya no soy Naila para ti
Ya me embriague con otro hombre
Ya no soy Naila para ti

Naila, di porque me abandonas
Tonta, si bien sabes que te quiero
Vuelve a mi, ya no busques
Otros senderos
Te perdono, porque sin tu amor
Se me parte el corazón

Naila, di porque me abandonas
Tonta, si bien sabes que te quiero
Vuelve a mi, ya no busques
Otros senderos
Te perdono, porque sin tu amor
Se me parte el corazón

Translation:

One full moon

Naila cried unto me

She spoke to me tenderly

She placed her sweetness onto my lips

And I asked her why she cried

And she responded like this….

I have been intoxicated by another man

I am no longer Naila for you

I have been intoxicated by another manI am no longer

Naila for you

Nalia, tell why you’re abandoning me

Fool, if you know very well I love you

Come back to me,

Don’t go looking for other pathways

I forgive you,

because without your love,

my heart breaks in half.

Overflowing.

New Piece: La Lucha (The Fight)
Mixed Media on Canvas

Blessed. I close my eyes and soak in the deep feeling. What is this, I think as my eyes feel weary but my body feels warmth all over. Taking in a deep breath is like drinking from a water hole made only for me, full of all the most wonderful flavors in the world. I had no idea I could feel like this, I continue with my thoughts and I can’t help but allow my lips to display a smile. Thoughts full of faces with smiles and conversations with these faces bring about more warmth. Why is it that I haven’t felt this before? Why is it I feel it now? At this point I am laying on my back staring at the ceiling deep within my thoughts. Time is non existent and the world around me moves as I lay still. I am still connected to the world and the world is connected to me. Never have I felt such a deep connection. A small note sits on top of my backpack. In it are my reasons for bliss, for this new found feeling of connection, for this deep and warm feeling of being blessed by the world and having blessed the world. Each word written by a different hand. Hands of all those that love and support me. I've been searching for this all my life, yet it’s always been there. The words that I thought I needed to fuel me, to help me through life, have always been there, and have always been written down on this small piece of paper. What makes today different? I ask a small nail hole in the ceiling. What allows me to finally see the words on this paper that I always assumed was blank? I scan the ceiling for answers. I feel the warmth all over my body yet again and realize that I am open. No longer closed. I can see because I've allowed. I can feel this warmth because I let it finally reach me. I didn't stop it with words of self doubt, fear of lies, fear of pain, and fear of being hurt. I have allowed these hands to write words I can now read. I have always been blessed, but I allowed my walls of self doubt and fear to block this thought. I have opened myself up and shown others my passions, my goals, my dreams, no longer afraid that they may be rejected or taken from me; leaving me lifeless, soulless, without purpose. I inspire those hands with my dreams and passions, and they inspire me to keep dreaming. I stare deep in between the words and I can see the faces of my family and friends that tell me everyday just how much I mean to them. We are helping each other, one filling the gaps in holes in the other. I feel the words fill me with this warmth, comfort, support, like a soft reassuring touch from my grandmother. Thank you, my heart screams, thank you. Blessed.

Yo Envidio El Viento
Lila Downs

On Letting Go.

New Piece: Untitled

Spray Paint on Canvas

Above is the result of attempting new things, new styles, new techniques. This is my first attempt at stenciling....It requires a lot of patience as well as viewing objects in a different perspective. Viewing images at a very basic level, down to shapes in black and white. For my images I used a razor and cut them out on blank white paper, then taking the newly made stencil and spray painted it on canvas. I did not trace the images. For the firearm I looked at the image on the computer and decided which sections to cut from the blank sheet of paper. It was like molding and drawing with a razor. I have found a new love for cutting. Seeing an image appear from a blank sheet of paper....creating something from simple shapes and having the image make sense. I love creating something unique...its bringing something new into the world. There might be a similar image but with art nothing is every EXACTLY the same. With this being my first attempt I was very pleased, at first afraid that I might not be able to view things in a different perspective, but in the end extremely pleased. A good friend introduced me to the world of graffiti, and I can honestly say that I envy her style sometimes. So free with images she creates, from silly ugly monsters to beautiful portraits, I find myself comparing my work to hers asking why I cant let go of my idea of "perfection" why I cant let go of my idea of the "norm" ; what looks beautiful to everyone instead of what pleases me. At times I find myself expecting so much from my art, forcing my creativity, or forcing my hand to create something that is identical to the images I see in the world. That leads me no where. It limits my creativity, stunts my abilities to create something unique. I close my eyes and envision nothing, just darkness, I ask for nothing and I expect nothing and I see nothing. I clear my mind and allow myself to let go....let go of all ideals, of all things...and just create....What I realize is that all art is perfection, all art is beautiful no matter how "different" it might look.....My friend and I laugh as she says "You NEVER have any ideas of what to do when we start painting"...."Yea" I reply with a laugh as I stare at my new piece with great pride..."I don't".

Some of you might not like this new piece, but that isn't what is important. What is important is that I've created something new, something that pleases me immensely. I'm not looking to become a world famous artist, or to be admired by all; I just want to create...create things that come from within me. With this said this piece was promised to one of my very close friends, its very hard to part with this piece, so much that I was considering not letting go of it.....but then I thought....what good would it be to me if it stayed within the four walls of my bedroom? There is someone out there that WANTS to have a piece of me and display that piece and appreciate that piece, why should I hold on to that piece? I have the ability to create....so letting go should be just as beautiful as creating it....Just the same blessing....Its OK to let go...In the end you will always have that memory....that can never be taken from you....

Smile

Recorded By: Madeleine Peyroux

Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though its breaking

When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear may be ever so near

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear may be ever so near

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, whats the use of crying

Youll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile.....

"Because You Deserve The Best"

"Lupe, I don't think you'll ever feel music like I do.."

The thought provokes a tornado of other thoughts that don't seem to leave my mind. But I don't feel anger towards the statement, I don't feel threatened by it either, I feel complete and utter peace. I don't feel music like you do, and I never will, because you are you and I am me. Simple.
We all at some point in our lives are told over and over again that people are different....

Really let that sink in....DIFFERENT....

Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. I've always had this thought in mind when dealing with others. It's always been embedded in me that not everyone will react to something they same way you do, or that not everyone will like the same things you do, its a simple thought. A simple idea. But it really wasn't until recently that it truly hit me, and I found myself feeling deep deep anger....I felt completely confused. I was always one to appreciate differences in individuals....but I don't think I ever understood how deeply we are all different. Each one of us carries our own experiences, our own baggage of painful and happy memories, that all contribute to who we are, to how we react, to how we love, and how we don't. Each single memory has a specific impact on our lives and not one person has the same experience, or the same memory. My brother was the one that suggested I might not ever feel music the way he does, and it brought an immense about of peace to my heart. I wont I thought, I never will, I feel music differently then you. I love the beats and rhythms differently, the words that are interwoven perfectly with the piano, or acoustic guitar, or soft Congo's, it all touches me differently, it all invokes feelings that I couldn't possibly explain, but does that make my way of loving music right? does it make his way right? No. Neither are right or wrong. Both exist. Both need to thrive, because we are two DIFFERENT individuals, with two different perspectives on life, with different experiences that molded us into who we are and who we are becoming. At times I would find myself getting upset or worked up because others might not share my same opinions or my same thoughts or feelings on a matter. I had strong expectations that they should, and I felt deep anger that they didn't. Really though the anger was directed not at them but at myself for not seeing that so much goes into one single person. One person is full of so much life, and there I was expecting rather then appreciating....appreciating someone Else's experiences in this world....someone Else's perspective, someone Else's beautiful life.

I am currently working on a painting which contains clouds. When I first started painting them I wanted to limit them on the canvas, I wanted them perfect and yet I expected them to look just like the clouds I see in the sky, but they didn't. They were far from it, they were staged, fake clouds......Finally I let my brush roam free and stopped myself from trying to contain the clouds, from trying to limit them and make them "perfect"....I let the paint and colors guide my hand rather then trying to command them....rather then expecting I followed and appreciated....and I honestly have never been more pleased with a painting....

It seems that I am relearning everything again.....Things I was taught so long ago, like how to be grateful, how to share, how to care, it all comes to me and its like seeing it for the first time, because although I heard of these things long ago I never truly experienced the reasons for them. Such as being grateful, you truly don't understand what "thank you" means until it comes from deep within your heart, and then like a bomb of light you realize this is what being grateful feels like. This is what "Thank You" from my heart means...and then it all makes sense.

I came across this article today and found the need to quote the following.....


"Marriage isn't always pretty. I think sometimes we act like little children, and we need to be more mature about it, because it's a privilege to be married to somebody, and you need not to disrespect it like that," she told Sam. "Love is as much a feeling as it is an action. To love somebody is not just how you feel about them, but what you do, also."

Produced for Morning Edition by Nadia Reiman. The senior producer for StoryCorps is Michael Garofalo. Recorded in partnership with WMNF in Tampa, Fla.

This quote was from a mother explaining to her son how she met his dad.....
In simple words she spoke volumes.....May we all find someone whom can truly see and appreciate our individuality and want to maintain and show their own....May we never take love for granted because for some love comes with obstacles and simple "I Love You's" (action) require rallies and protests. Most importantly may we never give up our own experience on life, our perspective, our individuality, and our right to love no matter what obstacles are to come...

*Feeling truly blessed and appreciating every moment given to me*



Darling Darling Baby
The O'Jays

You're my darlin', darlin' baby
You're my darlin', darlin' love
You're my darlin', darlin' baby
I said you're everything I ever hoped for in a woman
And as long as I may live

Ooh, you're my darlin', darlin' baby
You're my sweet and tender love
You're a very special lady
I said you're the one that I always dreamed of in a woman
I'll give all that I can give

I'll give you plenty love
Because you deserve the best
You should everything a queen sittin' on a throne should have
You deserve to have it all
And I'm gonna do my best to give it to you, to give it to you, to give it to you

Ooh, you're my darlin', darlin' baby
You're my sweet and tender love
You're a very special lady
I said you're everything I ever hoped for in a woman
And as long as we may live

I'll give you plenty love
Because you deserve the best
‘Cause you're better than the rest
You're my queen on a throne, the one that I want to own
And all the things that you desire
I'll do my best to give it to you, to give it to you, to give it to you

Ooh, you're my darlin', darlin' baby
You're my sweet and tender love
You're a very special lady
You're my (Darling, darling), come on, come on
Baby, you're my (Sweet and tender)
Ooh, you're my (Very special lady)
And I need you (Darling, darling), oh, baby
Well, ah, you're my (Sweet and tender)
Baby, you're my (Very special lady)
Well, well, you're my (Darling, darling)
You deserve to have the best (Sweet and tender)
Believe me, baby ‘cause you're (Very special lady)
Better than the rest, you're so much better, you're my (Darling, darling)
Oh, ooh, well, you're my (Sweet and tender)
You can believe you're my (Very special lady)
Girl, I just wanna give it to you (Darling, darling)
Give it to you, give it, give it, give it to you, you're (Sweet and tender)
Ooh...you're my (Very special lady)

On Addictions...

Cigarettes and Coffee

Otis Redding

It's early in the morning
About a quarter till three
I'm sittin' here talkin' with my baby
Over cigarettes and coffee, now
And to tell you that
Darling I've been so satisfied
Honey since I met you
Baby since I met you, ooh

All the places that I've been around
And all the good looking girls I've met
They just don't seem to fit in
Knowing this particularly sad, yeah

Butr it seemed so natural, darling
That you and I are here
Just talking over cigarettes and drinking coffee, ooh now

And whole my heart cries out
Love at last I've found you, ooh now
And honey won't you let me
Just be my whole life around you
And while I complete, I complete my whole life would be, yeah
If you would take things under consideration
And walk down this hour with me
And I would love it, yeah

People I say it's so early in the morning
Ou, it's a quarter till three
We're sittin' here talkin'
Over cigarettes and drinking coffee, now, lord
And I'll like to show you, well
I've known nothing but good old joy
Since I met you, darling
Honey since I've met you, baby yeah

I would love to have another drink of coffee, now
And please, darling, help me smoke this one more cigarette, now
I don't want no cream and sugar
'cause I've got you, now darling
But just let me enjoy
Help me to enjoy
This good time that we'll have, baby
It's so early, so early in the morning
So early, so early in the morning
And I've got you
And you've got me
And we'll have each other
And we don't, we don't want nothing but joy, y'all
Nothing but joy...

A Brilliant song.....to make a love song of cigarettes and coffee...Definitely a song to touch reach my soul...

Amazing....