Justicia

by Fernando Viciconte

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1.
02:05
My father was a working man In this dirt lives his sweat and blood That's how this town was created I think everything has changed Where is the Pig Man*? Now they drink coffee Everything can be bought and sold I just want to return to those days of yesterday Poor Pig Man (Chorus) Canuelas don't let yourself be change you must never forget the past There was a dirt road Where a fool liked to scare In the dark they made him stop Poor Pig Man (Chorus) Canuelas don't let yourself be change you must never forget the past
2.
Che, the poor idiot was left with bruises and spit An example of what happens when you don't obey the hand of the man who buys and sells you whenever he wants. This is the fight, the eternal fight The strength that remains in the unity of the people always the one who screams the loudest is the man who will surely die (Chorus) Dear Argentine people, please don't forget me Oh God, help me. Argentine people liberated and so strong please God, help me Instrumental (Chorus) Dear Argentine people, please don't forget me God, help me. Dear Argentine people, please don't forget me Please God, help me.
3.
02:31
Eternal Mother What are you giving me? Days of fire I can't speak. All the punishments that remain here They leave me cold. I can't laugh. Oh God in heaven forgive me all the sins that I'm about to commit The punishment keeps me here The eternal fire It will burn It will burn me My hands are cold I can't live Everlasting father what is happening to me? Oh Eternal Mother what are you giving to me? The Eternal Fire which is going to burn me? God, Angelina is no longer here Eternal fire, it passes to me
4.
The light went out, I was left alone. Alone thinking of you Smile, love, life without pain That's the past for me (Chorus) Oh The Father, The Son and my Girl White Grave, paper bird, old love songs Cold earth ,beautiful flowers are the sheets that cover you (Chorus) Oh The Father, The Son and my Girl Goodbye my dear daughter I will never forget you Wait for me above the clouds. One day your daddy will be able to fly (Chorus) Oh The Father, The Son and my girl Oh The Father, The Son and my girl
5.
I always believed in you You have to be faithful You have to believe Reality cannot return everything changed it's not me There are so many memories in this beautiful world Now, I am alone with my thoughts thinking only of you ballerina. Change Light Fear Goodbye Never will you see It's always the moon who begins to sing look at me girl I can fly It's always the moon who begins to sing look at me girl I can fly Every day I lose color. Black and white I become Every day I lose color. Black and white I become Every day that I want for love that's the colorless sky Every day that I want for love that's the colorless sky Oh my God Oh my God bye bye God, God I don't believe in anyone but you All my patience is over now I am the nightmare Little blue room Trickle of Blood Colorless sky I saw three ballerinas dancing in the sun. two were burned only one returned She retuned to remind me of her loneliness She came back to receive not to give My hands are cold I can't touch you I am a ghost that no one can hear Oh God forgive me for what I'm about to do Caress of the Sun Accidental force v4) I don't believe in anyone but you All my patience is over now I am the nightmare Little blue room Trickle of Blood Colorless sky Oh (The Fall) This day is the body and blood of Christ The holes in his hands,the punishment of the people I stare through the flames and see the sky change This day is the body and blood of Christ The holes in his hands, the punishment of the people
6.
05:26
I don't know if it was fate that brought me here. In this small town we don't think that way Everything that happens comes from the hand of God. Happiness and punishment, both obey his voice. (Chorus) Animal, Animal, Animal Animal, Animal, Animal The sky was black like his heart The first one was found on route 2 She was found naked and bloody like a pig It appears the killer enjoys pain (Chorus) Animal, Animal, Animal Animal, Animal, Animal (Kill him!) (Kill him!) In three months we buried five more I was the police so I had to catch him With little suspicion I entered a home God told me that I would be able to kill him (chorus) Animal, Animal, Animal Animal, Animal, Animal Animal, Animal, Animal Animal, Animal, Animal Son of Bitch Kill Him! Son of Bitch Kill Him!
7.
03:45
I need a friend like lungs need cigarettes You I never want to see I need anguish like a punch in the mouth Oh girl you have to believe me I am moving with speed My feet never touch the ground I need a friend as a punishment for something I could never be I need lies like the dead need life Your words I never could believe I am moving with speed. My feet never touch the ground (chorus) I hate trust Words that kill I don't trust anyone I'm happy alone Hey! I need a friend like a lung needs cigarettes You I never want to see I need anguish like a punch in the mouth Oh girl you have to believe me I am moving with speed. My feet never touch the (chorus) I hate trust Words that kill I don't trust anyone I'm happy alone Hey! I need a friend like lungs need cigarettes You I never want to see
8.
03:18
Oh girl, what are you giving to me? Cocaine to taste? I don't feel anything I don't feel anything Oh girl, what are you giving me? The Cemetery, darkness? The Devil sings The Devil sings (chorus) Oh help me God I'm about to fall The temptation brings me here I can't believe. The past follows me Memories only of you What happened girl? Why did you leave girl? Death hasn't changed you Distant girl please Do not follow me Do not follow me (chorus) Help me God I'm about to fall The temptation brings me here I can't believe. Bridge It was an injustice that your life ended You were so young, so beautiful Why God? The earth laughs it grabs my feet and drags me down under with you! (chorus) Oh help me God I'm about to fall The temptation brings me here I can't believe. Oh no Oh yes Oh no Oh yes Oh no!
9.
03:31
From Portland, Oregon...Moto For Sex!! v1) Violence follows me two steps behind Hate protects me more and more Fire in my skin Torture in my hands Nobody's friend Solitary man There is no hope here It ended years ago Here live the lies and the opportunities Yes we are lost What are we going to do? I'm going crazy I can't lose Another rat in a cage! I cut your tongue out Because words can kill I shit my pants when you started talking Words! Words! They saying nothing The smell is horrible Shut your mouth! Another rat in a cage Violence follows me two steps behind Hate protects me now more and more Fire in my skin Torture in my hands Nobody's friend Solitary man Another rat in a cage Another rat in a cage Another rat in a cage Rat! Rat! Rat Son of a bitch! Filth! Deranged! Fuck off! RAT! RATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
10.
05:57
It's your father, your mother who you hate It's the day, the night, I don't know which one The blame always belongs to somebody else If you were to die, I wouldn't complain v2) The misery villas are going to wake up and the bosses we are going to hang This fire can't be put out Now is the time to fight (chorus) Now there are no excuses Only... Justice (Your Father, Your Mother) It's only my life you're giving me (The day, the night) (Who's to blame?) It's only my life you're giving me (The Shanty Towns) It's only my life you're giving me It's only my life you're giving me It's only my life you're giving me It's only my life you're giving me JUSTICE Instrumental ( Sound of The Dirty Wars/El Corralito) It's only my life you're giving me It's only my life you're giving me Justicia

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“Justicia" (who-stee-see-ya) and how it came to be.

I wish I could remember more…

I remember Fernando and I were at a family barbeque off Belmont St. and it was mentioned that he and his father José were going down to Argentina for 40 days (and 40 nights). After casually remarking I’d like to go, I was offered the chance to stay with la familia. My grandmother (RIP) funded it and off I went with El Padre y El Hijo from Portland to Buenos Aires. Fernando and I were both firmly in the clutches of a romance with early-70’s Argentine rock, or rock nacional, the pinnacle of which was (and shall always be) Luis Spinetta of Pescado Rabioso, Almendra and Invisible fame. In 1999, it was difficult to obtain this music, and though I had managed to get some mail-order CD’s, this would be a chance to acquire the likes of all things “El Flaco” (Luis Spinetta’s nickname) as well as Sui Generis, Leon Gieco, Vox Dei, Almendra, Manal et al. So in this “espiritu” we boarded the plane and touched down, intending to be merry while we stayed with Fernando’s abuelo y abuelita. Grandpa had bad lungs, and being Christmas, the weather was sweltering and thick. He definitley needed the only fan available. His grandmother was doing, doing, doing, and for this everyone called her "La Maquina”. And she certainly wasn’t about to speak English to me. All the better to help sharpen my rusty castellano. It was a wonderful extended family, and I would name everyone for you, but you’ve been to the wedding, so I’ll skip it. Needless to say we touched down, and repaired swiftly to his uncle Ricardo’s backyard where Fernando and I regaled them all with song until I was ceremoniously tossed into the pool, clothes on. The adventure began...What followed was BBQ after BBQ…there was always a new relative and their accommodating family. Fernando and I ballooned. Me from skinny to sort-of skinny, he from full-figured to "let’s change the subject”. Oh yeah and we went to some resort towns like Villa Gesell. The core family hit the beach while I looked for escaped Nazis. We also hooked up with a promoter named Cacho who played bass and we actually did a full set (bass/drums/gutar) in a massive mall where we proceeded to blow the fuse thereby blacking-out the entire structure! José bribed the guard of the Recollecta Cementerio to let us in after closing time, and the three of us wandered around gazing at crypts, trying to ignore the glaring Hooters sign just outside. “There’s Eva Peron”! “Jesus Cristo, is that her skeleton??”. The year culminated in the sight of the entire hemisphere lit up with the hope of a new millennium. All the while Fern and I found CD’s of rock nacional wherever we could. The Holy Grail would be a video-cassette of a concert film called “Rock Hasta Que Se Ponga El Sol” featuring the cream of the best of early-70’s Argentine rockers, including sacred footage of El Flaco himself, and lo and behold at the 11th hour we got a line on one at some record shop and commissioned a remis all the way across town for it. Imagine our disappointment when we gathered the whole family around the TV (which warranted another entire cow being slow-smoked) and it was just static—pure snow! Needless to say we vowed then and there to collaborate on an all-Spanish record to follow up our first collaboration, Pacoima. It would be a love-letter to the Argentine rock we treasured. At the end of the long, strange trip (which involved a bad Sandro Impersonator, highly illegal dirtweed, getting chased out of a bar when I--the only yanqui for miles—received sideways looks), Fern decided to get his hair cut real nice for Kristin--from Abuelo’s personal barber, no less! What resulted was a sham. A farce. An abomination. Imagine his wavy hair crimped with an iron into some sort of pompadour-type shape and then hacked-away around that, so that if one were to mess it up (me) it would come crashing down all around him like a bowl of unruly, black worms. Enough to weaken the heart of any seasoned hairdresser. Needless to say it was immediately shaven upon return and soon he and I sat on his porch on 48th & Belmont, cooked thoroughly on marijuana butter, and commenced writing the music. The songs morphed and swam, shaping themselves out of Spinetta-like chords and stories told from la tierra abajo: The Pigman of Cañuelas--a poor, slow, deformed soul who was endlessly picked on by gauchos on the dark trails of the farm town where Fernando’s father and grandfather were raised. Songs about the savage human cost of the unholy alliance between fascism and greed (glad that’s not a thing anymore!). Songs about feeling like a rat in a cage and the existential screams of one simple statement: "It’s only my life you’re giving me…" We eventually realized the record would encompass two sides: earthy and acoustic like the folky campesino rock of vintage León Gieco, then molten and electric like the blistering dread-rock of Spinetta, Pappo’s Blues, Vox Dei and company. The conduit would be our most ambitious piece of music, privately dubbed “The Minstrel Cycle”: “Cielo Sin Color”, the tale of a woman slowly going insane and her denial of the encroaching storm in her mind’s skies. The record would be called Justicia, and we’d knock the acoustic side out in Fern's basement and do the second side at the old Jackpot! Studios with a hand-picked cadre of our favorite musicians, which we dubbed Mota For Sex: Fred Trujillo on bass, Sean Oldham on drums and Paul Brianard on guitar. Now that the pieces have finally been assembled it resembles nothing less than what I imagined that we imagined nigh on 20 years ago: a fever dream split in two, looking back on the picaresque dream that was hearty, proud Argentina of ages-past...all the way to what it had become at present (along with the rest of the world): a funhouse ride on a slippery slide to hell. But what remained, as ever with Fernando, was hope. Oh, and when we got home we realized that the videotape was just a different region and there, resplendent for our rainy selves to witness was the shining moment that Buenos Aires and the rest of the counterculture got to enjoy in Technicolor: a festival of beautiful music as the sun set, looking like the fiery face in the pale blue and white of their ever-waving flag.

Luther Russell
Pasadena, CA
July 11. 2020

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released July 17, 2020

Produced and Mixed by Luther Russell
Recorded by Ezra Meredith at Jackpot Studios
Mastered by Jason Hiller at Electrosound Studios Los Angeles, Ca
Cover Design by Luther Russell
Cover Photo " Alumbrado a querosene mataderos" by Pablo Aleandro (1918) Courtesy of The Internet Archive.

All songs written by Fernando Viciconte and Luther Russell

Sean Oldham Drums on tracks 5-10
Paul Brainard-Electric Guitar on Tracks 5-10
Freddy Trujillo-Bass and Bkg Vocals
Luther Russell-Drums, Keys,Guitar and Bkg Vocals
Fernando Viciconte-Lead Vocals, Electric and Acoustic Guitar)

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Fernando Viciconte Portland, Oregon

2016 Oregon Music Hall of Fame Inductee, who has 10 critically acclaimed( Billboard, Magnet, Paste, MSNBC...) studio albums in English and Spanish with members of REM( Peter Buck, Scott McCaughey), M.Ward( Mike Coykendall), Elliott Smith( Scott McPherson), Richmond Fontaine( Paul Brainard, Dan Eccles), The Delines ( Sean Oldham, Freddy Trujillo), Eels ( Chet Lyster, Derek Brown). ... more

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