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Selected Lyrics

The following are lyrics from some of the songs I've written.

Currently included are (in the following order):   "Pre-Columbian Dream," "I'm Brown," On the Boulevard," "Zoot Suit," "The Ballad of Lalo Guerrero," "If I Could Touch Your Life," "You Gotta Thank the Black Man (For Your Rock & Roll)," "Orale!" and "Ay Yi Yi Yi (Nobody Told Me)."

Pre-Columbian Dream

Standing in the mountains so high above the valley below
In the Central Plateau, in old Mexico
I gaze upon the silver lakes, as the morning breaks
On the temples that rise out of the blue, and I look at you
'Neath heavens where the ancient eagles flew

And I can see the love that shows through your eyes
As the lonesome coyote cries
I can see your people of the sun
As the timeless rivers they run
And your precious stones they sparkle and they gleam
In my Pre-Columbian dream

Walking on a causeway straight as an arrow running through the lagoon
We sing for the moon, and not a moment too soon
I come upon a marketplace, where a lonely face
In the crowd could do nothing but cry, though I knew not why
Dreaming of calamities yet to be

 Words & Music by Mark Anthony Guerrero
(C) 1981 Ynez Avenue Music/ Irving Music, BMI

I'm Brown

You're brown, you can hang around
Just as long as you don't make a sound
Don't call us, we'll keep in touch
Just as long as you don't say too much
So take a step to the back of your heart
It isn't much but you know it's a start

Don't you know I'm brown
Can't you see my face
But I'm first a member
Of the human race

Don't shout, don't you know I found out
That you don't know what you're talkin' about
Lord knows, I know how it goes
Everybody's got to stay on his toes
Hey son, pick that off of the ground
Wake up, see what's goin' down

Don't cry, never say die
Don't you know that it's only a lie
Don't quit, duck, don't get hit
We're gonna make it bit by bit
Hey boy, get that shine on my shoes
You can't laugh when you're livin' the blues

Words & Music by Mark Anthony Guerrero
(C) 1972 Irving Music/ Ynez Avenue Music/ Scarecrow Music, BMI

On the Boulevard

Mario was in the barrio
Hablando with his friend Armando
Waiting for Anna
Pura Chicana
They were gonna go bailando

On the boulevard
You can party hard
On the boulevard
But if you party hard
You better stay on guard

On the boulevard
The stereos are playin' loud
The homeboys they're all walkin' proud
The neon is flashin'
Revealin' the passion
Of the ladies in the crowd

Kiki is a friend of mine
Cruisin' down for one last time
Searchin' for his Gloria

The cars are lined up chrome to chrome
Like chariots in ancient Rome
And no one has strayed
From this people's parade
Nobody wants to go home

I was in L.A. with Juan
A citizen of Aztlán
We were creatin'
And interrelatin'
With our brothers of the sun

Words & Music by Mark Anthony Guerrero
(C) 1979 Mark A. Guerrero

Zoot Suit

Orale carnal, aqui estamos
Shine up your calcos and put on your tramos
Grab your carlango and wear your tando
Let's go downtown, donde estan bailando
You know we might have to fight
Put on your zoot suit, let's go out tonight

We're proud as eagles and twice as fuerte
I miss you baby y quiero verte
We're nobody's fool, we know what's cool
Come over here chiquita, los pachucos rule
Te quiero with all my might
I've got on my zoot suit, let's go out tonight

I love my huisa
I love my honey
I've got a lot of style
But I ain't got no money

Please mi jefita, make some menudo
I'll be home late and I might be crudo
Make me some cafe in my favorite taza
Orale carnales, I love mi raza
Sabes que?, you've got the right
To put on your zoot suit, let's go out tonight

Words & Music by Mark Anthony Guerrero
(C) 1979 Mark A. Guerrero. All Rights Reserved.

The Ballad of Lalo Guerrero

In Tucson, Arizona on a cold Christmas eve
In nineteen hundred and sixteen the world was to receive
An infant with the promise to achieve renown
And from a small adobe house his music would resound
And since we're gathered here today
Father I just want to say

Thank you for your "Cancion Mexicana"
Expressing all your love for Mexico
From all of your hermanos y hermanas
We hope you've got a long long way to go

His childhood was painful, smallpox took its toll
The scars it left were many to his body and his soul
But his spirit was not conquered, his love of life prevailed
And though he made mistakes in life his music never failed
You made us laugh through all the tears
You brought us joy throughout the years

Thank you for your rocking "Elvis Perez"
Thank you for your jolly "Pancho Claus"
Las Ardillitas and your "Pancho Lopez"
I hope you feel the love in our applause

And "Los Chucos Suaves", they dance the night away
To "Chicas Patas Boogie" and you can hear them say

Thank you for your love songs and corridos
Songs that helped the people of Aztlán
Thank you for your melodies and ritmos
And the voice we love to sing the songs

We hope that you believe us
We love you ademas
Your music will not leave us
"Nunca Jamas"

Words & Music by Mark Anthony Guerrero
(C) 1994 Mark A. Guerrero. All Rights Reserved.

If I Could Touch Your Life

I do a lot of thinkin'
Before I go to sleep
And as my eyes are sinkin'
I pray your love to keep
And as my mind is driftin'
I slip into a dream
I can feel my spirit liftin'
'Cause you're part of every scene

If I could only touch your life
I'd show you what it's really like to be
Treated like a lady
If I could only be the one
To fill your heart before I'm done you'd see
What love is like if I could touch your life

I've got a lot of reasons
To love you like I do
And through the changin' seasons
You know my heart is standin' true
And as my love is growin'
Stronger by the day
Then I'm sure you'll soon be knowin'
That it was meant to be this way

Baby when I see your eyes the day begins
And I will always be there
When you need more than a friend
To love you once again

 Words & Music by Mark Anthony Guerrero
(C) 1985 Mark A. Guerrero. All Rights Reserved.

You Gotta Thank the Black Man
(For Your Rock & Roll)

Well I jumped on the freeway out of town
Leavin' California I was Louisiana bound
Fed up to here with the L.A. scene
Lookin' for adventure down in New Orleans
Gonna get my fill of jazz and blues
I got to movin' when I heard the news
That you can thank the Lord Jesus for savin' your soul
But you gotta thank the black man for your rock & roll

Well I rolled into town about two weeks later
Seein' hide nor hair of an alligator
Searchin' high and low for old Congo Square
An old Creole said it wasn't even there
I got a room overlookin' Bourbon Street
With hot and cool music runnin' under my feet
But you can thank the Lord Jesus for savin' your soul
But you gotta thank the black man for your rock & roll

Bless my soul, I love the city of dreams
Dixieland music and riverboat queens
Jammin' with the ghosts of Storyville
On the graves of the jazzers buried on the hill
When I get home I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
Carve it in granite when my days are through
That you can thank the Lord Jesus for savin' your soul
But you gotta thank the black man for your rock & roll

Buddy Bolden and his hot cornet
Good ol' Louis wipin' off the sweat
Old Ma Rainey and her low down blues
Bessie Smith, she had nothin' to lose
Scott Joplin was the ragtime king
The Duke and the Count made the big bands swing
Robert Johnson gave us blues to the max
Charlie Parker blew the bebop sax
Little Richard, Chuck Berry too
Laid it all down and the legend grew
That you can thank the Lord Jesus for savin' your soul
But you gotta thank the black man for your rock & roll

Words & Music by Mark Anthony Guerrero
(C) 1979 Mark A. Guerrero. All Rights Reserved.

Orale!

On the streets of L.A.
From the hills to the bay
Listen to the music
Do you hear what I say
You can boogie all day
Or swing away
Do a mambo or a cha cha
To the discos they play

Y todos los batos locos dicen
Orale! Orale!
Y todos los batos locos dicen
Orale! Orale!

Come and eat some tamales
Baby please don’t say chale
Have a tostada
Or an enchilada
A bowl of posole
Or chicken and mole
A taquito suavecito
Or at least some frijoles

Ponte trucha
Tengo mi carrucha
Ese Nacho
Hay te wacho
Orale!

Words & Music by Mark Anthony Guerrero
c 1979 Mark A. Guerrero. All Rights Reserved.

Ay Yi Yi Yi (Nobody Told Me)

Ay yi yi yi, nobody told me
Ay yi yi yi, how could I know
Ay yi yi yi, nobody mentioned
I’d have it like this when I left Mexico

I got my first job in a sweat shop
In downtown U.S.A.
And when I wanted my paycheck
The boss said “I’ll call immigration today”

I was reading the news in the morning
I couldn’t believe what I read
They blame me for crimes and diseases
Unemployment and aches of the head

Tortilla curtain
Wire and tin
Tortilla curtain
Please don’t fence me in

They say go back where you came from
They always seem to forget
That I was here many thousands of years
And I’ll be here for thousands more yet

Words & Music by Mark Anthony Guerrero
c 1979 Mark A. Guerrero. All Rights Reserved.

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