Puerto

Title: Puerto Band: Calexico Album: Algiers (2012) Capo 5th Fret [Intro] - Play like this: E-|------0---1--0--|-------0---1--0-|-------0----1-0---|-------0-----------| B-|----1--3--------|---------3------|-----1---3--------|----------3--1--0--| G-|--2-------------|-----1----------|---2--------------|-----1-------------| D-|----------------|---2------------|------------------|--2----------------| A-|-0--------------|----------------|-0----------------|-------------------| E-|----------------|-0--------------|------------------|-0-----------------| [Verse 1] Lupita’s ’gonna weave a path to the land up north ’Gonna find her way through the thick of it all Looking at the lights dancing in the sky Hoping for a fallen star [Spanish part] Me consuelo viendo estrellas bailando en el puerto [Pre-Chorus]                                        Brought them gold from the country to help cure their illness But they landed with only one purpose for conquest Though there’s still this wave of unsettling hunger that never disappears --- (like Intro) [Verse 2] Rigo working one two three different jobs And when he comes back home he welds into the night Builds an air balloon for his pickup truck ’Gonna fly up and over the wall [Chorus] If everything stays exactly the same    Then nothing can move and nothing can change [Spanish part]                                      Me siento ese pájaro que danza sobre el puerto [Pre-Chorus] Carried ships from the sea up over the mountains The warriors fell to their knees by the invisible virus And still you can feel this wave of unsettling anger that never disappears --- (like Intro) [Verse 3]                                       She’s talking on the phone in the heart of town To her Bachata Mama in the heart of the world Saying "please come back to Santo Domingo Why you gotta be so far away" [Chorus] If everything stays exactly the same     Then no one can move and no one can change [Spanish part] Amo ver la Luna vacilando en el puerto [Pre-Chorus]                                        No one fortelling the depth and type of destruction Nor the sadness trapped on the tongue of Malinche Quetzalcoatl feathers strewn out over the altar Blood running down the pyramid steps in the morning Codices lost to a language that’s been broken There’s this growing sense of impending anger that never disappears --- (like Intro) [Spanish part] Ninguna entrada queda en el puerto