Patagonia

by Blind Horse

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released May 19, 2017

Produced by Sergio Filho at Mitinga Studio in Barra de São João - RJ, Brazil.

Alejandro Sainz: vocals, acoustic guitar in Patagonia, harmonica in Soul Locomotive.
Rodrigo Blasquez: guitar and backing vocals.
Eddie Asheton: bass and backing vocals.
Maicon Martins: drums.
Special guest Ronaldo Rodrigues: keyboards in Patagonia, Noite Estranha, Soul Locomotive and Los Heraldos Negros.

Cover photo: Eliseo Miciu

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Blind Horse Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

Blind Horse é uma banda do Rio de Janeiro de hard rock setentista com influências de rock psicodélico, prog, funk, soul, jazz, blues e stoner.

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Track Name: Patagonia
The night horses cross the stepp beyond the human shallow lights,
Just solitary eyes can see their bold trail,
In many hues of black,

The night horses cross the stepp beyond the human hollow lights,
Just solitary eyes can see their bold trail,
In many hues of black.

The life, the earth,
Is tough,
Solitude, my friend.
I warm this herb to you,
Solitude, my friend.

The night horses cross the stepp beyond the human shallow lights,
Just solitary eyes can see their bold trail,
In many hues of black,

The night horses cross the stepp beyond the human hollow lights,
Just solitary eyes can see their bold trail,
In many hues of black.

The life, the earth,
Is tough,
Solitude, my friend.
I warm this herb to you,
Solitude, my friend.

The night horses cross the stepp beyond the human shallow lights,
Just solitary eyes can see their bold trail,
In many hues of black,

The night horses cross the stepp beyond the human hollow lights,
Just solitary eyes can see their bold trail,
In many hues of black.

I warm this bush to you,
Solitude, my friend,
I light this herb to you.
Solitude, my friend.

Spirit Freed embraces The Wild...

Wild horses thrill,
In vastness chill,
The puma makes me faster,
The condor brings his blessings.
Track Name: Stun Bomb Blues
I was in a tasting of pepper and tear gas,
But I found you in the turmoil singing,
“All the cops are bastards,
All the pigs are pervs,”
So now I sing to you my Stun Bomb Blues, baby...
Track Name: Rock and Roll Me
Cmon, babe, let's shake the streets again,
The fascists hang around,
Students took their schools,
And kicked the principals out.

Occupy my body and soul,
And vandalize my heart,
It's time to sing our songs of revolution now.

So we can fight in the streets together,
So we can make it a threat again...

C’mon, rock and roll me,
C’mon, occupy my heart,
C’mon, rock and roll me, babe,
Wooooo, through the night!

And all the fascists will find their dusk,
And anarchy will bring his dawn.

Red, black and rainbows flags are here,
Fists raised to the sky,
The pigs holds their shields, we keep our moral high.

In the suburbs where rock and roll is louder,
And all the people dance,
Over the ruins of your prejudice and hate.

You can't play rock and roll, lil' fascist,
You can't live rock and roll at all.

C’mon, rock and roll me,
C’mon, occupy my heart,
C’mon, rock and roll me, babe,
Wooooo, through the night!

Stun bomb blues blows my mind,
Pepper spray love fills my heart.

C’mon, rock and roll me,
C’mon, occupy my heart,
C’mon, rock and roll me, babe,
Wooooo, through the night!

C'mon!...
Track Name: Noite Estranha
Quando eu te vi na rua indo esconder,
A angústia de suas flores mortas sob os umbrais,
Cuidado por aqui, meu bem, não vá se perder,
Os muros dos nossos jardins ficaram pra trás.

Noite estranha que não tem mais fim,
Não sei por que...
Noite estranha, muda tudo em mim,
Acabo de me perder.

Vamos dançar nas ruas feito animais,
No meio dos gatos e bares, rindo do caos,
Me jogue de onde quiser, eu caio em pé,
E adoro cada lindo inseto que caça pra mim.

Noite estranha eu te amo mais,
Não sei por que...
Noite estranha de sete luas traz,
Muito do meu poder.

Sete luas, sete vidas, Urano abre o céu,
Encontro o sétimo planeta,
Na casa de Orifiel.

"Erga a foice, aqui, meu filho."
Cronos rasga o céu,
Pedaços de seu pai que caem,
Na escuridão sem véu.

Cresce um sol interno,
Sem alvorecer,
Angústia das entranhas,
Que não sei dizer.

Noite estranha não tem mais fim,
Não sei por que...
Noite estranha, volto ao meu jardim,
Meu Éden com você.
Track Name: Soul Locomotive
I took the last train tonight, babe,
It crossed the swamps and fields,
It cut the seas and the skies so high,
The locomotive is my soul.

Oh, mama, I just brought my guitar,
I don't have too much, anyway,
Just a few songs for the brothels, baby,
Just a few songs for my Wild Turkeys.

My soul... on the train... My soul... is the train.

My life always ran off the track, babe,
My train never ran on the trail,
My blues have a lot of feedback, honey,
This is why I'm so used to derail.

Oh, mama, I just bring my guitar,
I don't have too much, anyway,
Just a few songs for the hard times, baby,
Just a few tunes for my Wild Turkey.

My soul... on the train... My soul... is the train.

Cotton camps in my mind,
Blues moans in my soul,
The sheriff's shotgun spits its shells
The ball and chain keeps me in hell...

Then I see a chapel in the plains,
The gospels fading into dust,
So I sing my last note,
And leave my body to the crows,
So I sing my last blues,
And leave my body to the crows.

In the silent field of soul,
I'm a blindman walkin’ in hell, Staring at the sun...
I sing my last note,
And leave my body to the crows...
Track Name: Los Heraldos Negros
Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... ¡Yo no sé!
Golpes como del odio de Dios; como si ante ellos,
la resaca de todo lo sufrido
se empozara en el alma... ¡Yo no sé!

Son pocos; pero son... Abren zanjas oscuras
en el rostro más fiero y en el lomo más fuerte.
Serán tal vez los potros de bárbaros Atilas;
o los heraldos negros que nos manda la Muerte.

Son las caídas hondas de los Cristos del alma
de alguna fe adorable que el Destino blasfema.
Esos golpes sangrientos son las crepitaciones
de algún pan que en la puerta del horno se nos quema.

Y el hombre... Pobre... ¡pobre! Vuelve los ojos, como
cuando por sobre el hombro nos llama una palmada;
vuelve los ojos locos, y todo lo vivido
se empoza, como charco de culpa, en la mirada.

Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... ¡Yo no sé!