From the recording Family Portraits (Volume 3)
A Ennio Maccarone meets Talking Heads style love song to my wider family.
Lyrics
Family Portraits (Fifty-four Bandidos d’Amour)
We come from far and wide
To break the bread and drink the wine
Descend onto this locale
To sing and celebrate
Steal your heart a while
Across an age
Time and place connects our DNA
And who would write their name?
In this potpourri of cultures?
Portraits hang in galleries that span all time
And testify to crimes
Of
Fifty-four
Bandidos d’amour
Our heads hang in nooses that will take our lives
But we don’t mind
Our pride is
Fifty-four
Bandidos d’amour
The world turns
In circles
You are my kin and I
Return to your midst
Every once in a while
We came by yesteryear
We’ll come tomorrow too
We come as individuals
In cohorts and in twos
Across the pages
That chronicle our lives and times
We etch out our names
In signatures that spell belonging
Our portraits hang in galleries that span all time
We look alike
We’re
fifty-four
Bandidos d’amour
Our heads hang in nooses that will take our lives
But we don’t mind
Our pride is
Fifty-four
Bandidos d’amour