El Camino - Juan Carlos Caceres



     
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El Camino Lyrics


Well, to all my friends
That treated me so well
You know I'm headed out
To that mission bellGonna wash my soul
Gonna get it clean
Headed down the border road
Called the El CaminoWell, I've been a prince
You know I've been opposed
By a barb-wired fence
And a murder of crowsI'm leaving all I've loved
And all I've seen
Headed down the border road
Called the El Camino
Headed down the border road
Called the El CaminoYeah, my hearts grown sick
I've got a shepherd's crook
As a walking stick
And I'm headed onYeah, my heart's grown blue

I've done wrong by you
I don't know what to do
And I'm moving on
Yeah, I'm moving onOne and one is two
And two and two is four
I'm walking back and forth
On your cracked-tile kitchen floor
With the orange juice
And the sun that shinesIt really breaks my heart
Leaving you behind
It really breaks my heart
Leaving you behindAll my ships have sailed away
The price of this politic is
That there's plenty of time to pray
Plenty of time to waste awayWell, to all my friends
That I've loved the most
You know I'm headed out
To that other coastGonna wash my soul
Gonna get it clean
Headed down the border road
Called the El Camino
Headed down the border road
Called the El Camino

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Possessed by a strong magnetic tellurism, Cáceres was always to be found within the limits of the hurricane’s eye. He arrived in Paris – was it mere chance? – in May 1968. He was not looking for a beach under the cobblestones, but he found one. In Buenos Aires, where he was born, he had been the factotum of the Existentialist Scene. Student of Fine Arts during day time, trombonist at night, agitator, a force of nature, he became the attraction of the mythic Cueva de Passarato, a jazz club and epicentre of revolutionary trends. There converged beatniks, upper class chicks and future Maoist guerrillas, often combined in a single individual. Cáceres, a tsunami of magma and champagne, was the man in charge. Until one day he answered the calling. In Paris he played with the artist Marie Laforêt, founded the bands Malon and Gotan, painted, produced shows, taught History of Art and did research on the roots of the River Plate’s music. Today he still lectures on the subject, but, above all, he composes and sings, with a lion’s voice, the most relevant pieces that mark the rebirth of tango, candombe, murga and milonga. Cáceres is inspired, impetuous, passionate and fiery at this. This youngster, born in the 40s, is the reference for creators in and out of Argentina and Uruguay. The River Plate, the widest river in the world, separate these two countries, that once were one. Cáceres drinks these rhythms that Cáceres brings from the past, to move the present and point to the future. Modernism is found in the beginnings.

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