Boots and Spain and Boots Again

by Margo Cilker

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03:21
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03:57

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released February 4, 2015

Credits:
Natxo Beltran-drums
Daniel Merino- acoustic guitar
Pit Idoyaga- electric guitar
Margo Cilker- guitar, mandolin, vocals
Fabian Acarregui – double bass
Alex Blasco- keyboard
Juan Gumuzio- banjo
Saul Santolaria- vocals

tracks 1, 3, 4, 5 written by Margo Cilker. Boots of Spanish Leather borrowed from the influential Bob Dylan


***There is a bonus track if you download the whole album! A live version of my new song "Montebello"***

All songs recorded, mixed and mastered by Saúl Santolaria at Sweet Saul Music Studio, Sopelana. A warm thanks to every musician on the album. It means a lot that you wanted to work on a project with a yanqui like me.


Love, Margo

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Margo Cilker Bilbao, Spain

I once google-searched the definition of "pine" and the example provided was this: "Some people pine for the return of the monarchy". I'd feel the same way, perhaps, had I been born in a different place, but I'm left to pine for other things like basque wine, moonlight and cowboys. ... more

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Track Name: Texan
I cannot tell you (3x)
Why I am this way
I cannot tell you (3x)
Why she went away

I was hellbent down in Texas,
I’s still singing with the choir
Huffin’ paint and gasoline
‘Til the early morning hours
Took me a woman to set me straight
But she only set me down
Now I’m listenin’ to that high and lonesome sound

I cannot tell you (3x)
Why I am this way
I cannot tell you (3x)
Why she went away

Now I’m driftin’ on the flatlands
And I’m driftin’ into bars
Pickin’ country gospel
On an old spruce-top guitar
I sing out loud for a woman
And a baby left behind
But Lord knows that
I ain’t gonna turn back time

I cannot tell you (3x)
Why I am this way
I cannot tell you (3x)
Why she went away

(Repeat)
Track Name: Boots of Spanish Leather
Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?

No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’

That I might be gone a long time
And it’s only that I’m askin’
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin’

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow

I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin’
Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again
It depends on how I’m a-feelin’

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roamin’
I’m sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
Track Name: Bootheels
I saw you on the way today
I saw you in the rain
I saw you holding hands today
But I don't know her name
She looks a little like I do
But not the same.
She's got the same look in her eye
I wanna throw your way.

Pick up your bootheels
Pick up your bootheels
Come on home.
Put down the bottle
Put down the bottle,
Let it alone.

I saw you in my dream last night
I dreamt you unafraid
Unafraid to hold me tight
And let me stay.
Of all the places I could go
And places that I've been
If you weren't there with me
Then they don't mean a thing.

Pick up your bootheels
Pick up your bootheels,
Come on home.
Put down the bottle
Put down the bottle
Let it alone.
Track Name: Asturiana
Asturiana, teach me how to whistle
We don’t make that sound on my side of the town
We say fillin’ up a heart one time is plenty
And any more is sure to let you down

Asturiana, show me how to move now
I could swing my legs if you would hold my hands
My train, it don’t roll out until tomorrow
So let me hold you closely while I can

Oh, dip me like a candle in the darkness
Swing me like a stone across the sea
Kiss me like you know just what you’re after
Even if you’re just as lost as me

Asturiana, drive me toward Salinas
Pour me out some cider in my glass
Tell me all those secrets that you spill out when you’re tired
Oh every drop tastes sweeter than the last

Walk me up the hillside of your memory
Drown me in the wellspring of your mind
Drop me off A-8 into the Picos
The Western world could never hold my kind.

Asturiana, every time that smoke clears
I see you standin’ tall with matches in your hand
Now I know I can’t be the only one you’re foolin’
But I’ll let you get away with what you can.

Asturiana, meet me in that half-light
Oh, the crescent moon has asked for you by name
I could never let her down when she’s so fragile
But you and I, we never were the same
Darling, you and I, we never were the same

Rock me from the coast to Oviedo
Move me like the waters of the Rhine
Drop me off A-8 into the Picos
The Western world could never hold my kind.