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Her music was beautiful, La Mariachi Alegría. She was one of those Mariachi that could transport you through a journey of song. In hearing her play, I found that music was much like climbing a ladder, mi amigos. Rung by … Read More

‘People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share No one dared Disturb the sound of silence’ “Silence is golden, or so they say.” “But when the universe breathes in dulcet tones of an … Read More

A single whistled note pierces the air for a moment before spluttering and passing away. Choked and fading into nothingness. “La musica?” El Mariachie Muerte tries again, his whistle living for a moment before dying into the bleak. Muerte’s sorrow … Read More

A slow haunting melody is hummed by a single voice. The body of Damien Wolfe lies upon blood-soaked canvas. El Mariachi Muerte draws near and kneels beside the massacred body. He places a rose upon Damien’s chest as he hums … Read More

A sorrow-filled El Mariachi Muerte sits, head bowed as his fingers pick out a slow melody on his guitar. His melodic voice sings out a dreary ballad. ‘Oh lament, oh lament. Mi amigo, I trusted in you… Oh lament’ Muerte … Read More

I’ve always been reckless and foolish with love Always pushing my luck with the spirits above… With four different lovers you don’t get much rest I’ve gone and created a mess She was the desire of every man, the one … Read More

Softly we tremble tonight, Picture perfect fading smiles are all that’s left in site, I said I’d never leave you’ll never change I’m not satisfied with where I’m at in life. She told him repeatedly that she wanted nothing to … Read More

I’m on the menu You won’t get indigestion I even come with dessert… Your insides won’t even hurt Story tells of a certain restaurateur that made quite the name for himself. People all around Arcadia came to know that he … Read More

No one knows what it’s like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes There are many Arcadians that hide a sense of hopelessness behind their eyes. Take a trip, mi amigos, through the slums … Read More

A heart that’s full up like a landfill  A job that slowly kills you  Bruises that won’t heal  A composer sits and labors over his manuscript.  In order to compose a great song, one’s magnum opus, the composer must have … Read More