Khamenei's Finger is on Every Trigger & the Whole World Watches

Giant Sculpture at the LA County Museum complex, an amazing set of museums in Los Angeles, California http://www.lacma.org/
"LACMA is the largest encyclopedic museum west of Chicago and attracts nearly one million visitors annually. Its holdings include more than 100,000 works spanning the history of art from ancient times to the present. In addition to art exhibits, the museum features film and concert series throughout the year." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles_County_Museum_of_Art

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I am at Santa Cruz Roasting, enjoying an organic, fair trade, locally roasted coffee, and listening to my usual Sunday morning Folk show on KZSC.ORG called "Back Roads" with Jeff Emery. Jeff has an amazing knowledge of folk music, and I always discover a new gem that I haven't heard before. Today I want to share a beautiful song by Tom Russell, called 'Guadalupe.' I am not really a religious person, but this song really expresses the beauty of the Virgin of Guadalupe, which is most often written about in Spanish songs, and celebrated on the 12th of December.

Virgin of Guadalupe
English: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virgin_of_Guadalupe
Espanol: http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuestra_Señora_de_Guadalupe_(México)
Portugues: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nossa_Senhora_de_Guadalupe



"Guadalupe"

There are ghosts out in the rain tonight
High up in those ancient trees
Lord, I've given up without a fight
Another blind fool on his knees
And all the gods that I'd abandoned here
Begin to speak in simple tongues
Lord, suddenly I've come to know
There are no roads left to run.

Now it's the hour of dogs a barkin'
That's what the old ones used to say
It's first light or it's sundown
Before the children cease their play
And when the mountains glow like mission wine
And turn grey like a Spanish roan
Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
Then turn away and head on home

And she is reaching out her arms tonight
And, yes, my poverty is real
I pray roses shall rain down again
From Guadalupe on her hill
And who am I to doubt these mysteries
Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope.

She appeared to Juan Diego
And she left her image on his cape
Five hundred years of sorrow
Have not destroyed their deepest faith
But here I am your ragged disbeliever
Old doubting Thomas drowns in tears
As I've watched your church sink through the earth
Like a heart borne down through fear.

And she is reaching out her arms tonight
And, yes, my poverty is real
I pray roses shall rain down again
From Guadalupe on her hill
And who am I to doubt these mysteries
Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope.
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope.

Video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTPsxKK8Ats

Playlist of 11 Tom Russell videos: http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=8B782EB6CA54FDEB&search_query=guadalupe+tom+russell


Thank You Jeff, for your great show!

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