loca lilly•buck frampton © 2007
 
On a recent tour in Uruguay, Buck decided his Spanish was not up to snuff so he was introduced to a translator who proposed to show him the cobbled streets of old Colonia. After a bottle of the local vintage however, “Lillian” became a little more intoxicated with Buck than the wine. Buck told us here at Cellar Door Records that she stocked him and his tour bus for the next day and a half, traveling more than 9 hours from her home in Montevideo. For a translator, she didn’t appear to get the message so Buck finally fled to the town park in Tacuarembo and found refuge with a band of local teens who disquised him as a goucho and got him stoned on homemade jug wine and hand rolled smokes they called cigaritos. The colors in old Colonia Nearly fried my baby blue eyes Then I met a little lady Who said she liked it shady And we shared a bottle of wine But what I remember most Was the chill when she proposed a toast She said “I’m glad that I met ‘cha Now I can’t forget ‘cha Can I hitch to your hitching post?” Loca Lilly, you act so silly Follow me around the block You say “I’m a gonna go to Tacuarembo,” This coo coo bird has left her clock I remember the sounds of the city The Goucho Festival All the shy pretty women Kept my head a spinning Everywhere I’d go But what I remember most Was Diego as white as ghost When at four in the morning He came with a warning Saying Lilly had left the coast The summers in Montevideo Nearly perfect in every way All the coco brown hotties Sipping on their mate’ On the beach at the end of the day But what I remember most And I’m not lying nor trying to boast But for what ever reason She found me a’pleasing And I started wheezing When she started squeezing She don’t like assado She don’t like a mate’ drink She don’t like what most others like Don’t like the way they think She don’t worry about tomorrow She don’t ever ask me why She can’t see a reason for me To be at peace in Uruguay
Friday, October 26, 2007
Cellar Door Records
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