Sixto Rodriguez

thumb|Sixto Rodriguez Sixto Rodriguez (July 10, 1942 – August 9, 2023), known professionally as Rodriguez, was an American singer-songwriter from Detroit, Michigan. Song lyrics thumb|right|thumb|right|I've played every kind of gig there is to play now.I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals,in opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses.Well, I found that in all these places that I've playedall the people that I've played for are the same people.So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song. I've played every kind of gig there is to play now.I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals,in opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses.Well, I found that in all these places that I've playedall the people that I've played for are the same people.So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.A most disgusting song. "A most disgusting song" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "A most disgusting song" (song on YouTube) thumb|right|Born in the troubled cityin rock and roll USAin the shadow of the tallest building,I vowed I would break away.Listened to the Sunday actorsbut all they would ever say:That you can't get away from it.No you can't get away.No you can't get away from it.No you can't get away. Born in the troubled cityin rock and roll USAin the shadow of the tallest building,I vowed I would break away.Listened to the Sunday actorsbut all they would ever say:That you can't get away from it.No you can't get away.No you can't get away from it.No you can't get away. "Can't get away" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Can't get away" (song on YouTube) 'Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas.And I talked to Jesus at the sewerand the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business.While the rain drank champagne,my Estonian archangel came and got me wasted.'Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I've never tasted.Oh, but they'll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald.Neon lady, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed. "Cause" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Cause" (song on YouTube) Was it a huntsman or a playerthat made you pay the costthat now assumes relaxed positionsAnd prostitutes your loss?Were you tortured by your own thirstin those pleasures that you seekthat made you Tom the Curious;that makes you James the Weak?And you claim you've got something going,something you call unique,but I've seen your self-pity showingas the tears rolled down your cheeks. "Crucify your mind" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Crucify your mind" (song on YouTube) But thanks for your time.Then you can thank me for mine.And after that's said,forget it.Don't be inane,there's no one to blame:no reason whyyou should stay hereand lie to me.Don't say any more,just walk out the door,I'll get along fine.You'll see. "Forget it" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Forget it" (song on YouTube) Woman, please be gone.You've stayed here much too long.Don't you wish that you could cry?Don't you wish I would die?Seamy seesaw kids.Child-women on the skids.The dust will choke you blind.The lust will choke your mind.I kiss the floor, one kick, no more.The pig and hose have set me free.I've tasted Hate Street's hanging tree.I've tasted Hate Street's hanging tree. "Hate Street dialogue" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Hate Street dialogue" (song on YouTube) thumb|right|And I'll forget about the girl that said no.Then I'll tell who I want where to go.And I'll forget about your lies and deceitand your attempts to be so discreet.Maybe today, yeah,I'll slip away.And you can keep your symbols of success.Then I'll pursue my own happiness.And you can keep your clocks and routines.Then I'll go mend all my shattered dreams.Maybe today, yeah,I'll slip away. And I'll forget about the girl that said no.Then I'll tell who I want where to go.And I'll forget about your lies and deceitand your attempts to be so discreet.Maybe today, yeah,I'll slip away.And you can keep your symbols of success.Then I'll pursue my own happiness.And you can keep your clocks and routines.Then I'll go mend all my shattered dreams.Maybe today, yeah,I'll slip away. "I'll slip away" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "I'll slip away" (song on YouTube) thumb|right|Going down a dirty inner city side road,I plotted.Madness passed me by, she smiled Hi.I nodded.Looked up as the sky began to cry;she shot it.Met a girl from Dearborn early six o'clock this morn:a cold fact.Asked about her bag. "Suburbia's such a drag,won't go back,'cause Papa don't allow no new ideas here,and now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear." Going down a dirty inner city side road,I plotted.Madness passed me by, she smiled Hi.I nodded.Looked up as the sky began to cry;she shot it.Met a girl from Dearborn early six o'clock this morn:a cold fact.Asked about her bag. "Suburbia's such a drag,won't go back,'cause Papa don't allow no new ideas here,and now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear." "Inner city blues" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Inner city blues" (song on YouTube) thumb|right|Just a song we shared, I'll hearbrings memories back, when you were hereof your smile, your easy laughter,of your kiss. Those moments after.I think of youand think of youand think of you. Just a song we shared, I'll hearbrings memories back, when you were hereof your smile, your easy laughter,of your kiss. Those moments after.I think of youand think of youand think of you. "I think of you" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "I think of you" (song on YouTube) I wonder how many times you've been had.And I wonder how many plans have gone bad.I wonder how many times you had sex?And I wonder do you know who'll be next?I wonder. I wonder. Wonder, I do.I wonder about the love you can't find.And I wonder about the loneliness that's mine.I wonder how much going have you got?And I wonder about your friends that are not.I wonder. I wonder. Wonder I do. "I wonder" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "I wonder" (song on YouTube) Now you sit there thinking. Feeling insecure.The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure.Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall.'Cos you got no one to listen, you got no one to call.And you think I'm curious.Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubtyou wanna hear she loves youbut the words don't fit the mouth.You're a loser, a rebel-a-cause-without.But don't think me callous. "Jane S. Piddy" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Jane S. Piddy" (song on YouTube) And you measure for wealth by the things you can holdand you measure for love by the sweet things you're toldand you live in the past of a dream that you're inand your selfishness is your cardinal sin.And you want to be held with highest regard.It delights you so muchif he's trying so hard.And you're trying to conceal your ordinary waywith a smile or a shrugor some stolen cliché.But don't you understand?And don't you look about?I'm trying to take nothing from youso why should you act so put out, for me? "Like Janis" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Like Janis" (song on YouTube) My pocket don't drive me fast,my mother treats me slow,my statue's got a concrete heartbut you're the coldest bitch I know.In the factory that you call your mind:graveyard thoughts of stone.A master thief, I wouldn't enter there,you've nothing I would care to own (so help me). "Only good for conversation" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Only good for conversation" (song on YouTube) thumb|right|The moon is hangingin the purple sky.The baby's sleepingwhile its mother sighs.Talking about the rich folks:rich folks have the same jokesand they park in basic places.The priest is preachingfrom a shallow grave.He counts his moneythen he paints you saved.Talking to the young folks:young folks share the same jokesbut they'd meet in older places. The moon is hangingin the purple sky.The baby's sleepingwhile its mother sighs.Talking about the rich folks:rich folks have the same jokesand they park in basic places.The priest is preachingfrom a shallow grave.He counts his moneythen he paints you saved.Talking to the young folks:young folks share the same jokesbut they'd meet in older places. "Rich folks hoax" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Rich folks hoax" (song on YouTube) The generals hate holidays.Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away.Another store front church is open.Sea of neon lights. A boxer, his shadow fights.Soldier tired and sailor broken.Winter's asleep at my window.Cold wind waits at my door.She asks me up to her placebut I won't be down anymore. "Sandrevan Lullaby/Lifestyles" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Sandrevan Lullaby/Lifestyles" (song on YouTube) thumb|right|Street boy,you've been out too long.Street boy,ain't you got enough sense to go home?Street boy,you're gonna end up alone.You need some love and understanding,not that dead end life you're planning,street boy. Street boy,you've been out too long.Street boy,ain't you got enough sense to go home?Street boy,you're gonna end up alone.You need some love and understanding,not that dead end life you're planning,street boy. "Street boy" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Street boy" (song on YouTube) Sugar Man, won't you hurry'cause I'm tired of these scenes.For a blue coin, won't you bring backall those colors to my dreams?Silver magic ships, you carryjumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane.Sugar Man met a false friendon a lonely dusty road.Lost my heart. When I found itit had turned to dead black coal. "Sugar Man" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "Sugar Man" (song on YouTube) thumb|right|Don't sit and wait.Don't sit and dream.Put on a smile,go find a scene.I'm sure you'd meetsomeone who would really love you.Don't sit and hope.Don't sit and pine.If you've been hurtmake up your mind.I'm sure you'd findsomeone who would really love you. The Mayor hides the crime rate.Council woman hesitates.Public gets irate but forgets the vote date.Weatherman complaining "Predicted sun. It's raining."Everyone's protesting. Boyfriend keeps suggestingyou're not like all of the rest.Garbage ain't collected. Women ain't protected.Politicians using people they're abusing.The mafia's getting bigger, like pollution in the riverand you tell me that this is where it's at. "This is not a song, it's an outburst" (a.k.a "The Establishment Blues") (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "This is not a song, it's an outburst" (song on YouTube) Don't sit and wait.Don't sit and dream.Put on a smile,go find a scene.I'm sure you'd meetsomeone who would really love you.Don't sit and hope.Don't sit and pine.If you've been hurtmake up your mind.I'm sure you'd findsomeone who would really love you. "To whom it may concern" (song) Sixto Rodriguez, "To whom it may concern" (song on YouTube) External links http://www.sugarman.org/ Category:1942 births Category:2023 deaths Category:Singer-songwriters from the United States Category:Rock singers Category:Folk singers Category:Guitarists from the United States Category:Mexican Americans Category:People from Detroit