Songs Are Rude...they don't call first and they never knock. Bardot's Bones.

I was some surprised by this little jam today. It has been too long and I finally gathered the bones of my old beloved horse, Bardot (short for Bardot Del Cardo) from where I had pulled them out of the compost. (Yes, we composted a horse, but that's another story). It has also been a while since a song has staggered into my house like this. I didn't have time to stop and write a song today. I also didn't have time to ride my beautiful gelding, Django (short for Fuego Salvaja) up the dirt road but I did that too. It's a jazzy jam. Soft and smooth and a little different for me. 


Bardot Del Cardo in the ground below
Fuego Salvaja in the falling snow
Dos spanish horses in my heart and soul go--
1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4

Guapa! Cada loco con su tema!
My beautiful boy, my beautiful girl
Bardot's bones will carry me home
When I return to spend some more of my time with you.

Tú eres mi corazón
I pour my wine into the snow
The beat is fine, your body's gone
the apple tree will live and grow

on Bardot's bones