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Gana Dinero by The Hashpipers

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Lyrics

Chorus:
Gana dinero
Jorge Bush gana dinero
Gana dinero
Jorge Bush gana dinero

Bush es un hombre insincero
De una familia muy rica
Bush es un hombre insincero
De una familia muy rica
Antes de que usted vota quiero
Decirle que Bush ha vendido su alma

(chorus)

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Como el dinero de Bush
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Como el dinero de Bush
Pero mi verso es mas sincero
Que cualquier cosa el dice en espanol (o ingles) [cha cha cha]

(chorus)

First narrator:	I am not a native Spanish speaker, and I lack George W. Bush's innate understanding of Hispanic heritage and culture. But here is what I think the words mean: Bush is an insincere man from a rich family And before you vote I want to share with you that Bush has blindfolded his clam My poems...
Second narrator:	Wait. Now, just wait a minute! Blindfolded his what?
First:	His clam.
Second:	What the hell does that mean?
First:	I...don't know.
Second:	I think the translation is, "Before you vote, I want to share with you that Bush has sold his soul." Ha vendido su alma -- sold his soul.
First:	Oh. That makes much more sense.
Second:	It certainly does. Blindfolded his clam -- jeez.
First:	Well, excuse me! I'm a member of the struggling middle class. I can't afford Spanish lessons, like George Bush can!
Second:	Oh. Sorry. I just thought...maybe in this booming economy, you had plenty of extra time and money to learn Spanish.
First:	Well, I would if I weren't so busy working a second job to pay off my medical bills after I lost my health insurance. But that's a whole other song! ...May I continue?
Second:	Of course!
First:	Thank you. Now, let's see... My poems are a soft green Kinda like Bush's soft, green money But my poems are more sincere than anything Bush says in Spanish (or English) [cha cha cha] The last verse says, De las pobres de la tierra About the poor people of this earth, Bush has no clue Campaign contributions please him more than talking about poverty

De los pobres de la tierra
Bush no tiene ningun idea
De los pobres de la tierra
Bush no tiene ningun idea
Los contribuciones de campana
Se complace mas que discutir la pobreza [cha cha cha]

(chorus)

Band Members

Lead Vocals	Emilio Bernstein
Harmony Vocals	Don Clinchy Kelli Hardin Ryan Hill
First Narrator	Ryan Hill
Second Narrator	Kelli Hardin
Guitar	Erik Marr
Recording Artists	Tamara Cryar Jonathan Roe
Lyrics	Don Clinchy
Studio	Solitary Confinement Studios Austin, Texas

Our Story

You can imagine the scene when The Austin Trio played their final Caucus Concert at Emo's in Austin. Their harmonies soared above and beyond and throughout the purple-hazed frenzy of that sacred space.

And we were there to see it and hear it and be it.

What did it for us was when The Publicity Seekers' lead tunestress, the-one-and-only-Leslie-Wiegle, ran up on stage to jam with the Trio in an encore performance of "On Top of PAC Money," which gave The Weavers' "On Top of Old Smokey" a well deserved dusting off and told us we HAD to record an anti-George W. Bush folk song of our very own.

We partied with the Trio and their sidemen and the inimitable Bradley Von Ripptrapp 'til dawn that night, and sometime during the wee hours Don Clinchy put down his drink for a minute and handed us the lyrics he wrote for "Gana Dinero." He told us the story of "Guantanamera" and how Jose Marti, who wrote the words in something like 1870, was a guy who really loved his country (Cuba before it went commie), fought for its freedom, and even died for it. We really dig irony, and thus really dug that the words to "Gana Dinero" are about Georgy Bush, a guy who must not love his country, or else he wouldn't be fucking it over so badly by running for President.

We spent a day at Solitary Confinement Studios, where there was more drink and more talk of irony and before we knew it, "Gana Dinero" was done and we were downstairs helping the Trio paint their new shirts. Simplicity is what we do -- one lonesome guitar, a powerful tune, four voices and a few hours were all we needed to remind everyone that Georgy Bush is a cynical twit, no matter how many languages he speaks.

Jose Marti sounded like the kind of cat who probably partied 'til dawn, too, at least when no one was shooting at him. We think Jose would be proud of "Gana Dinero" and agree that George W. has no clue about real patriotism.