Heart Of The Matter
La Flamenco Guitarra
Flamenco Man,
Mysterious and brooding,
Eyes hidden from sight,
Ah! Viva Espana,
Flamenco tonight!
In a smoky bodega,
Just out of town,
The temperature rising,
Though the sun's going down,
He plays with a passion,
He plucks from the strings,
La Flamenco Guitarra,
Ah! the magic he brings,
By the hand of a master,
The song fills the bar,
He's deep and desirous,
Unaware, he's a star,
The senoras are restless,
They're chancing their arm,
For he knows how to play them,
Mystique is his charm,
Flamenco Man, play it!
I just want to dance,
La Flamenco Guitarra,
Sun, sea and romance.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
This is a tribute to my friend, ‘FLAMENCO MAN'.
Now playing, “Clap Paclappa Andes”.
Listen to more of his wonderful music here:
http://www.myspace.com/flamencoman
Bravo! La Guitarra,
Buonas noches, esta noche!
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La Flamenco Guitarra
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