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Bacilo - Baxter, You Know I Don’t Speak Spanish

My friend Brooks introduced me awhile ago to Carlos Vives — a Columbian musician who has tried his hand at acting, and still has a knack for some of the most toolish photos I’ve ever seen on artists website (on par with Creed). Anyhow, in that mix was a song by a band from Miami named Bacilos (meaning a genus of rod-shaped, Gram-positive bacteria and a member of the division Firmicutes. FYI anthrax comes from the Bacillus species. Nice.). So, in spite of a bad band name, the song is named “Caraluna” and a mi me gusta. Bacilos won the 2003 Grammy for best Pop Latin Album.

Anyhow, this song has such a good groove, I thought I’d share it even if you can’t understand the lyrics. I love it when an acoustic guitar can drive a song with a solid beat — not many people can do that.

I remember sitting at a bar in Costa Rica after a day of getting my ass kicked while attempting to surf, watching the sunset over the ocean, drinking a cold beer, and listening to a guy and his buddy cover Carlos Vives. Perfect. Even though this isn’t a Carlos Vives song, the two always remind me of each other.

This song has always been a solid chill song for me…Hopefully this song will inspire you to daydream, relax, and do nothing for awhile.

In case you were wondering, here’s what the chorus says:

Mientras siga viendo tu cara en la cara de la luna
Mientras siga escuchando tu voz
Entre las olas, entre la espuma
Mientras tenga que cambiar la radio de estacion
Porque cada cancion me hable de ti
De ti
De ti
(me hable de ti)

As long as I see your face in the face of the moon
As long as I hear your voice
Between the waves, and the surf
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song reminds me of you
Of you
Of you
(It tells me of you)

It’s kind of cooler when you don’t understand it…

There now, I’ve just cultured your ass.

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