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Chiapaneca is a tone poem
It is December 22, 1997.
A paramitlitary group called “Paz y Justicia” rapes and murders dozens of women and children
at a prayer meeting in Acteal, Chenalho, Chiapas. One paramilitary chooses to leave. He
picks up a little girl, Marcela saving her from harm. But later he is found out in the act
of helping her escape to the neighboring village and they hang him after much torture.
Aggressively they search for little Marcela but give up after a time.
There are other witnesses they weren’t able to kill.
Undetected, a guitarist sits in the bushes; waiting for them to leave. He remembers
everything he has seen.
Dedications: RIP Matt Chew, __________ [Censored], my Dad, John Ross, The Bees, Alma and you.
i dig local musicians.
UPC: 700261324746
Poet, Producer and Writer Marco Capelli Frucht wishes the four Sledge Grits
girls all the continued success that can possibly come along to match their
amazing skills and talent!!
ShoutOuts: Snark tuners, Page Capos, SIT strings, Zinky amps and the only new
guitar purchases anymore are Navatone and Godin.
Recording Studios acknowledged:
Lite Straw, Pwop, Dirt Floor.
http://www.oilpanalley.com
http://www.frucht.org
Oasis Disc Manufacturing
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Frybread was written near Black Mesa Arizona
(Ch)Fry bread, frybread, make me some frybread
How can you be my Nana if you won’t make me frybread.
Frybread, frybread, make me some frybread,
How can you be a Nana if you won’t make some frybread.
Make me some frybread, chop up some peppers,
Make up some frybread- add some beans and cheese
How ’bout some frybread ‘n lettuce n’ tomatoes
Make it any kind of bread but make some fry bread please.
(ch)
I’ll herd the sheep for you I’ll chop the wood.
I’ll mud the roof if you’ll only make frybread
I’ll sweep the floor auntie, I promise I’ll be good.
I’ll learn a song for you but please make some fry bread.
(ch)
Wheat flour or white flour
Use any kind of flour
Heck even Jewish rye flour
But make some frybread please.
(chorus, repeat and fade…)
This song dedicated to all of Bob and Bonnie’s children.
Shouts to my Nana, my Bubbe, Ana Egge and Mrs. Laurie, (my 5th grade
English teacher at Groton Heights.)