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There's a Man with a Gun Over There

by Niño y Pistola

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1.
Deep in the fall nights last too long. Red was the dawn the day Ididn't chop down that pine tree. River runs cold, path for my walk, axe in my hand... A squirrel jumps light on the branches. I start my work, I hit the root, and leaves start to fall. I make a stop and step back, drop my axe to the ground
2.
May '54, I used to live by the country working so hard driving a truck in harvest time. Boots, ripped overalls, cup, dirty hands. Road in front of my eyes blurry skyline in this wasteland Sun burns my skin leaning my arm out the window. Wind blows my hand, slips through my fingers so warm. Drive, 5 bucks a week. Time's not enough. Life it ain't too long.
3.
Later, in that same damned day I stepped into the market place. Blinded by the sun I stepped with fifty dollars in my hand. I went straight to Mitchell's front door, and I said "hey Mitch I want a gun I want it right now". (with fifty dollars in his hand) - But what d'you want a gun for, son? - I wanna shot my boss. - But what d'you want a damned gun for, son? - I said I'm gonna kill my boss (he wants a gun) - Hey son just wait a minute, there must be another way. Please son, just think for a minute. - There is no other way
4.
Soon, maybe tonight you will get everything you deserve, mister. Soon, soon Mr. Doyle I will knock at your door, yes, tonight. Yes, tonight. You'll get yours. I hold a Holy gun by the grace of God. Soon you will be buried alone with your Navy Jack, mister. Soon you will remember my name when I'm pointing you, dixie man. You'll get yours. I hold this Holy gun by the grace of God. Dusk. There's a light in the house. I will slip in through that fence. Hush pretty dog, go away, this won't last for too long. So I knock with the gun in my hand. I can hear now your steps. I better get out of here I better hurry
5.
I got out in a hurry but two miles from there three policemen stoped my car. They got just reported over the radio. I said to the captain - That man was not good - Son, you better shut your mouth Where is the weapon? I think you better tell... (and then the rain started falling down) When I got to prison I phoned my mom I said "mother, I'm in jail. I killed a bad guy with a holy gun" (and then the rain started falling down) Ten years in a small cell with six meals a week and four ice cold showers every month. Everyday I wondered if I wasn't right. (and then the rain started falling down) Now I can see the sun with no bars anymore I think I'm going home. I'll leave this wasteland.
6.
It was fourteen years ago I took this same road to find my own way home. Now I'm coming back to the place where I once belonged, nowhere left to run. I can smell the lemon trees back in the years. I can see my old man's boots covered in mud. I wish I could come back home, go back in time. Now I'm holding in my hands a tiny photograph that's almost all I've got, father'n'mother's memories I keep in black and white. I wonder where they are now. I can feel the morning dew I can hear the rooster singing I can feel the prairie wind back in the years. I can smell my mother's stew on Saturday night. I wish I could come back home, go back in time.
7.
And I think of that ancient Indian song; comes to me in my father shaking voice. So I walked to my house, but all I found instead was a ruined barn. Nothing, nothing was left, everything'd been burned in a fire. So I fell, I got down on my knees and I thought of the games I used to play, memories that remain deep in my mind. Now I know I can't go back home. Nothing, everything's gone. Nothing, everything's lost. Nothing, everything's burned. Nothing, not a thing.
8.
I was standing alone, I couldn't even cry a tear for me. I walked to the pine woods where I... I used to play Walking in the dark I found the marks I drew for my secret place I followed the white stones to where I hid my secret box, under the turtle stone, where the river runs red.
9.
Box of Brass 02:51
I knew the path, exactly, how to get there. I remembered every step. I remembered every tree and every turn even in the dark. So wrapped up in some paper sheets and tied I found that rusty little box of brass for me. I opened it and found my memories inside that time machine, some marbles and some pictures from a baseball magazine... So I closed the box and wrapped it in paper sheets and I put it in the secret spot again, the same, and I left.
10.
People're standing on their knees under the water begging'n'looking at the floor just behind a handmade paper sign, embarrassed about needing help. TV's full of politicians. They say they're gonna find the way out, but everybody's tired of liars and empty words. We´ve had enough Time's gonna come You betrayed us, you sold us out, you took away what we are, nobody wants you, nobody needs you, We will fight to kick you out We´ve had enough Time’s gonna come It's just a matter of time and it'll come, you know we're gonna find the way, we'll grab our weapons and we'll fight you, you’ll be sorry for what we lost.

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Management & Booking: Josiño Carballo at Ernie Producciones
Email: josino@ernieproducciones.com
Phone: (+34) 659 928 488

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released March 5, 2013

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Niño y Pistola are:
Manuel Portolés - Vocals and electric guitar
Álvaro Álvarez - Bass guitar
Enrique Esmerode - Drums and percusion
Ramón Martín - Keyboards and backing vocals
Arcadio Nóvoa - Acoustic guitar and backing vocals

Helping out in this record:
Charlie Bautista - Keyboards and pianos
Álvaro Lamas - Pedal steel guitar.

Josiño Carballo at Ernie Producciones / Esmerarte - Booking and management
Arturo Enriquez - Press and promo
Miguel Ángel Castro - Live Sound Engineer

All songs written and composed by M. Portolés and arranged by Niño y Pistola. Recorded at Estudios A Ponte (Santiago de Compostela) December 2012 by Tomás Ageitos.
Produced by Niño y Pistola. Mastered by Dr.Chou. Sleeve design by M.Portolés. Sleeve image "The Unicorn in Captivity" property of Metropolitan Museum of New York. Inner sleeve and promo pictures by Andrés Fraga and Luis Díaz.

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After a very long tour we are now taking a little rest so we can start working on our fifth album. See you soon

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