Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005) by Ry Cooder (보컬) on maniadb.com

Tell you 'bout this friend of mine that you don't know
He lives way up a road that's lost in time.
Don't know his name, or where he's coming from,
Only thing you know, he's a real gone cat,
This friend of mine.

He don't have no uptown friends, or drive a Cadillac,
But he's got cool threads and a beat up car.
All his downtown friends like me ride around in the back
'Cause he's a real cool cat, yeah he's a real cool cat,
This friend of mine.

La Loma boys will run with you,
Do anything that you want them to,
If you need a friend 'cause you're feeling blue
Palo Verde girls never let you down.

Na na na na na, living in a poor man's Shangri-La.

Firme guys in their firme cars,
Underneath the moon and stars.
The city lights way down below.
What's that sound? What's that light
Streaking down through the night?

What's it mean? It's a red cloud over
Chavez Ravine.

Orale, UFO, come gliding low.
Se cayo up Chavez Road.
Space Vato, square cat.
Say, "Caramba, partners, where's the party at?"

I heard about the cool jerk, and the alligator,
Tokay wine, Mary Jane, and Lil' Julian Herrera.
Iwant to learn to dance, make romance.
These La Bishop girls might take a chance.

My friend says, "No, be cool, bro.
If you want to dance slow,
Learn to ask a mi hermana con respeto."

UFO got a radio.
Lil' Julian singing soft and low.
Los Angeles down below.
DJ says, we got to go.
To El Monte, El Monte, pa El Monte.

Na na na na na, living in a poor man's Shangri-La.

Era la medianoche, when oimos the scream.
“Se requieren cien taxis en el almeria de Chavez Ravine.”

Un monton de soldados, jovenes y enganados,
Llevaron su bronca to Downtown LA.
Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porque.

Broto un desmadre, por tipo acomodado,
Sobre un pedazo de tierra injustamente robado.

El precio en sangre que se saco de mi gente
Hasta tal dia mancha La Loma y el Palo Verde.

Como duele el recuerdo si me pongo a pensar
En el mal gusto de vida y tracion dineral.
Una bola de pinches, sin corazon, y falso piedad.
Por llenarse las bolsas se van a quemar.

Onda callejera, onda sin honor.
Maldita onda, onda de lo peor.

Onda de lo peor.

Don't call me red, don't turn me down, I've got a plan.
Richard Neutra is my friend, and he's the man.
He's been to school and he can see what's best for all of you.
Please trust me, my name is Frank, don't turn me down.
Don't call me red.

Every church has its prophets and its elders.
God will love you if you just play ball, that's right.
Fritz Burns, Chief Parker, and J Edgar.
I outlived those bastards after all.


We survived those dark days full of danger.
In the end fate has been good to me.
If you're in the neighbourhood, stranger,
You're welcome to drop in and see.
My name is Frank, don't turn me down.

Don't call me red.

Antes se bailaba swing,
Boogie-woogie, jitterbug.
Pero esto ya torcio.
Y este es lo que sucedio.

CORO:
Pachucos suaves bailan rumba,
Bailan la rumba y le zumba.
Bailan guaracha sabroson,
El botecito y el danzon.



Cada Sabado en la noche
Yo me voy a borlotiar
Con mi linda pachucona.
Las caderas a menear.

Ella le hace muy de aquellas
Cuando empieza a guarachar.
Al compas de los timbales,
Yo me siento petetear.

CORO

Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca” (maraca), chinito.
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” (preocupes) mas.
Chinito, chinito, me lava la “lopa” (ropa).
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.
Cuando la “malaca” come mucho “aloz” (arroz),
Chinito ni “tlabaja” (trabaja) a 5 y a 2.
Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon,
Cuando la “malaca” la lleva al canton.
Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca,” chinito.
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.
Vaya Chino.

CORO:
Chinito, chinito.
Chinito finito.
Chinito bonito.

¿Ay chinito bonito, donde vas?
¿Donda vas chinito con su “malaca,”
Y donde estan mis pantalones, chinito?
Pinche chinito, con mi camisa, dame la “lopa.”

Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca,” chinito.
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.
Chinito, chinito, me lava la “lopa.”
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.
Cuando la “malaca” come mucho “aloz,”
Chinito ni “tlabaja” a 5 y a 2.
Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon,
Cuando la “malaca” la lleva al canton.
Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca,” chinito.
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.

three cool cats
three cool cats
parked on the corner in a beat up car
devouring up a liquor candy bar
talking all about how sharp they are
these three cool cats
three cool chicks
three cool chicks
walking down the street just swinging their hips
sw...ing up a bag of potato chips
and three cool cats did three big flips
for these three cool chicks
up pop that first cool cat
he said, "man look at that
men do you see what I see?"
"I want the middle chick"


"and I want the little chick"
"hey men, save one chick for me!"
three cool chicks
three cool chicks
they look like angels from up above
three cool cats really fell in love
three cool chicks made three fools
of these three cool cats
that's what they did
three cool chicks
made fools of these
three cool cats
I'm a fool for you baby
three cool chicks
three cool cats