And if you like old folk music in the Spanish rhythmic style, be sure to listen to the adjacent vid of a Spanish gypsy flamenco song [it's a cut above many that I've heard]:
Tonight of all nights I would hear the saddest songs.
This wine of the Alicante,
dark as blood spilt by night,
sharp as flint, a spark
in the sparkle with the savor
of must fresh from dusty feet
walked hard and long buried.
dark as blood spilt by night,
sharp as flint, a spark
in the sparkle with the savor
of must fresh from dusty feet
walked hard and long buried.
I would taste carnations
fed with the blood of bulls.
fed with the blood of bulls.
Tonight I would hear the saddest songs
because joy is a wind
that blows hot and cold
but sadness outlasts empires.
because joy is a wind
that blows hot and cold
but sadness outlasts empires.
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