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Alben

Produced by El Poncho Pescadero
Recorded by Hector Casanova at Estudio CAS, Catemaco, Veracruz, Mexico
and by Mr. Kai at Geldorp Mansion, Cologne, Germany.
Additional recording by José Angel Taxilaga Morteo at Arcca Records, Catemaco
and by Salossi at Burgblick Studios, Ruppichteroth, Germany.
Cover photo by Mr. Kai
Album design by Nora van Rijn

All songs written by Kai Streier
© 2013 Rose of a Defensive Colour Music

Performed by Mr. Kai and Mariachi “Gala Juvenil” de Catemaco:
Leonardo Martínez Rodríguez – trumpet, background vocal
Sergio Antonio Santos Paxtlán – vihuela, nylon string guitar, background vocal
Leonardo Martínez Cágal – violin, background vocal
Isidro Martínez Cágal – guitarron

Special guests:
Gonzalo “Chalo” Barrientos
Hector Casanova
Sascha “Salossi” Loss

Released July 2013

veracruz (2013)

01 AMERICAN ROAD TRIP
02 ANCIENT CROSS
03 THE NEIGHBOUR
04 DUST AND MISERY
05 VERACRUZ
06 THINGS AIN’T GETTING BETTER
07 SALT UPON OUR SKIN
08 AMPHIBIOUS SYMPHONY
09 COCKROACHES EVERYWHERE
10 BLACK HILL
11 SUNDAY IN BELGIUM

01 AMERICAN ROAD TRIP

I hung a while in Albuquerque
Had to have a rest
Then drove through Arizona
Saw desert at its best
Oh the wild, wild west
Got closer to the border
Where cautious men don’t go
Peeped through the high-security
Fence in Calexico
Felt like a bandido

When I was in Hollywood
I couldn’t see the sign
Even out in Malibu
The sun refused to shine
Followed Highway No. 1
Got ready for Big Sur
Thinking back of Santa Cruz
My memory’s a blur

So many things and places
I finally went to see
Like San Francisco, Monterey
And Joshua, the tree
Got out Death Valley alive
Took photos of Grand Canyon
And smaller wonders too
Of Marshall Gene in Madrid
Where I had a beer or two
Well, maybe four or five

Spent a night in Vegas
But I didn’t bet a buck
Something in my head said,
“Better don’t go press your luck”
Little Lady Liberty
Had no smile on her lips
I was looking forward
To the next bit of my trip
Far from the Strip

One night I had a dream
‘Bout a fellow being whipped
By a hundred young waitresses
Waiting to be tipped
“What dressing for your salad, Sir?
How would you like your eggs?”
Poor man could do nothing
But stare at two hundred
Long, long, long, long, long, long
Perfect legs

I met a man from Page
With the face of a Pole
He said, “The land of the free
Is now the land of control”
Maybe the country’s growing old
I headed out for Monument
Valley in the morning
Wondering how it feels
If you’re living and were born in
Such a part of the earth

Bought a silver bracelet
Paid the thing in cash
Got it from the nephew
Of a man called Red Mustache
Maybe he’s a shaman
Or maybe he is not
Maybe you can see him
Cleaning windshields in the lot