Song parody of
Samuel Escobar
by Dean Omori
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Here's the story of Samuel Escobar and me
This judge did hang him from a Judas tree
His Spanish eyes and wounded heart
Sang songs of freedom on an old guitar
This is the story of Samuel Escobar and me
I'm the one who sent the poet down
Four years hard labor just to crack the ground
Guilty of the truth behind every word he wrote
In that freezing winter wearing a dead mans coat
And I'm the one who sent the poet down
Samuel Escobar he was once free
He said, 'judge, fate has not been good to me'
His wife screamed in my courtroom for his pain
She knew she'd never see Samuel Escobar again
Once Samuel Escobar was free
No man on earth could pay the bail
Samuel Escobar died in jail
And there's no resuscitation from my decree
The dictatorship fell now I'm on the run
The hunter now the hunted for judgment done
To write beautiful truth in the name of what it is we are
To write the immortal death of Samuel Escobar
It's my punishment now handed down to me
And I had the truth to tell but the lies were long
The nights were dark and the silence strong
But midnight's children still sing you in a Spanish bar
Some rampant beauty banging on an old guitar
And I learned to play it just to feel your song
Death come rescue me from the bell that tolls
My life an apology extracting secrets from dolls
So I write the truth of my tortured soul
I can't hammer in the last nail on my own
Samuel Escobar will never be as dead as me
No man on earth could pay the bail
Samuel Escobar died in jail
And there's no resuscitation from my decree
There's no resuscitation from my decree
There's no resuscitation from my decree
Here's the story of Samuel Escobar and me
This judge did hang him from a Judas tree
His Spanish eyes and wounded heart
Sang songs of freedom on an old guitar
This is the story of Samuel Escobar and me
I'm the one who sent the poet down
Four years hard labor just to crack the ground
Guilty of the truth behind every word he wrote
In that freezing winter wearing a dead mans coat
And I'm the one who sent the poet down
Samuel Escobar he was once free
He said, 'judge, fate has not been good to me'
His wife screamed in my courtroom for his pain
She knew she'd never see Samuel Escobar again
Once Samuel Escobar was free
No man on earth could pay the bail
Samuel Escobar died in jail
And there's no resuscitation from my decree
The dictatorship fell now I'm on the run
The hunter now the hunted for judgment done
To write beautiful truth in the name of what it is we are
To write the immortal death of Samuel Escobar
It's my punishment now handed down to me
And I had the truth to tell but the lies were long
The nights were dark and the silence strong
But midnight's children still sing you in a Spanish bar
Some rampant beauty banging on an old guitar
And I learned to play it just to feel your song
Death come rescue me from the bell that tolls
My life an apology extracting secrets from dolls
So I write the truth of my tortured soul
I can't hammer in the last nail on my own
Samuel Escobar will never be as dead as me
No man on earth could pay the bail
Samuel Escobar died in jail
And there's no resuscitation from my decree
There's no resuscitation from my decree
There's no resuscitation from my decree
