Lyrics & Stories Tijuana Bible

Track 09

Tango Blues

Dustin Welch, Super Rooster Music (SESAC); Jeremiah Nelson, CanopyAgency (BMI); Jedd Hughes, Cemetery Hill (BMI/Tiltawhirl) / Intro Theme: Libertango by Astor Piazzola / SDRM S.I.A.E Direzoine Generale/Spirit Two Music/OBO Curci USA Music Publishing

Untold misfortune spent and lostNever cover the costOf this constant consequence and sinSo buy another dirty magazineDid we have to kill the queenThis concerto needs a cheap violin

ChorusI'd ask you in to have a drink, but this ain't no tea for twoAnd I'm too blue to tango with you

So I sleep with the lights left onMy microscope sights drawnObserving every disturbing detailI ain't been thinking so clearThe static in the atmosphereIs like a razor thin invisible veil

Repeat chorus

So fill your glasses to the brimPose for the hungry lensAnd exercise no shred of self controlI'll steal the jack o' lantern's smileTalk like I am on trialAnd keep on scribbling in cryptic code

Repeat chorus

Played by

  • Dustin Welchlead vocals, acoustic guitar, gut-string guitar on Libertango
  • Jeremy Nailelectric guitar, background vocals
  • Scotty Bucklinkeyboard
  • Trisha Keeferviolin
  • Steve Bernalbass, background vocals
  • Eldridge Goinsdrums, percussion, background vocals
  • Bukka Allenaccordion on Libertango

The story

I developed a strange obsession in high school with tango music, especially that of the great and venerable Astor Piazzola. My dear friend Cory Younts' mother, who performed with the Nashville Ballet Company, was dating an Argentinian man and they began teaching me about the history of the tango; how it had emerged from the brothels and underbelly of Buenos Aries to become the national pastime. Piazzola himself was basically excommunicated for creating Nuevo Tango, only to return many years later hailed as a genius. I began this song when I was eighteen, and always knew that when I finally recorded it, I would play Piazzola's Libertango as the introduction theme.
I unearthed the chord progression around the same time that 'Party Girl' came about. I was venomously sick with popular culture and paparazzi and our compulsion to glorify and celebrate the deliberately dysfunctional. Alas! It was no time to be a poet. My Australian friend, Jedd Hughes, was in Austin and came over one day. We knocked out a fair piece of the arrangement and most of a verse, and then I finished the last verse with Jeremiah up in a remote cabin somewhere in Northern Wisconsin one night over several bottles of wine and a giant fish we destroyed trying to cook. Poets we remained, nonetheless.