Hi everyone. A couple of weeks ago I atteneded WUMB radio's Summer
Acoustic Music Week. This was a wonderful week of music, friendship and
haute cuisine on the shores of Lake Winnepesauke, New Hampshire.
At the open mic on Thursday night I played and sang my song "Peaches
for Sale," ably accompanied by Mr. Scott Ainslie playing his National
resonator guitar. Thank you, Scott! For those of you who asked, here are
the lyrics:
Peaches for Sale
By Paul Martin Bauer
Central California
South side San Joaquin
Highway 99
degrees in the shade, black
hair down to her Levi's
boots up to her knees
white shirt, brown skin
like smooth Spanish leather
And I said ...
"Hola, señorita [Hello, miss]
"Me llaman 'Olvidato' [they call me 'forgotten one']
"Are these your daddy's orchards?
"Are these his fine trees?"
And she said ...
"No tengo un papa [I don't have a papa]
"No tengo una mama [I don't have a mama]
"No tengo nada [I don't have anything]
"but these peaches for sale"
"Peaches for sale," she said
"flesh just like candy
"See how they hang
"so free in the air
"Ripe, but still young
"Firm, but forgiving
"Peaches for sale
"Here in the sunshine"
Drive through the desert
Walk through a wasteland
Wade muddy waters
Death dry on your tongue
The sand and the sagebrush
Cactus and carrion
Serpents in the shadows
Across No-man's-land
And you find ...
Highway 25
Socorro, New Mexico [socorro=succor, help]
motel dice nada [a motel that says nothing]
sweaty sheets and warm beer
And she said ...
"Olvidado querido [beloved forgotten one]
"I can't go to Mexico
"Tengo California [I have California]
"and my peaches for sale"
Peaches for sale
flesh just like candy
see how they hang
so free in the air
Ripe, but still young
Firm, but forgiving
Peaches for sale
Here in the sunshine
Peaches for sale
reach up your empty arms
pick 'em right from the orchard
pull 'em straight from the tree
Peaches for sale
fill up your emptiness
peaches for sale
here in the sunshine
Peaches for sale
I got peaches for sale
Peaches for sale
Peaches for sale
© Paul Martin Bauer, 2002. All rights reserved, all wrongs redressed.
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