Look Who it Was Random video

1 Parador - Sean Daniel

4,237 views · Published 1 January 2017 · 4:48 · Indexed 25 September 2026

Channel: Sean Daniel · 2017 · Music

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Title track off the new album!

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Lyrics: 

I’m a man of simple trade,
Moving things other made.
Of modest ship and sail,
Blown by the Western gale. 

Then one day in a port of call,
My better judgement took to fall,
To the ocean’s floor with the cannon balls,
That fueled this revolution. 

Under Spanish sky,
Through sixteen sailors she caught my eye.
And tempted me to come swing by,
And make an introduction.

I swear I’d seen that face before,
Was it in my dreams or the troubadour,
Singing of a beauty born to heal a war-torn nation.
When she put her hand in mine, 
And asked me for a little time to help,
Occupy her mind from affairs not to be mentioned. 

We shared a kiss, yeah, maybe two,
And spent the night as lovers do,
In a parador beneath the moon,
She told me of her secret.

She’d given me a false name and royal blood,
Flowed through her veins.
Here she was a runaway, and I her entertainment.

I don’t mind though it’s ok,
We’ve all got a role to play.

The next morning a rude awakening,
The palace guards forced our door to break in,
Searching for a high-born maiden,
Laying by my side.

When a turn and a gentle shake,
Could not produce this girl to wake,
She must have passed before day break,
But at least she went out smiling. 

I said ‘Wait let me explain!’
But they came down on me like a heavy rain,
Regained my wits before a kind,
Screaming fire and brimstone.

Carried down to a dungeon’s room,
Through the bars the same bright moon,
Reflecting off the sea.
Cellmates with a memory.

My prize for this misunderstanding,
Seven days till the hangman’s landing. 

I knew I’d seen that face before,
Both in my dreams and the troubadour singing,
Of this civil war and the characters within it. 
When I put her hand in mine, 
I thrust myself to the front lines,
Now I’m paying for my crime,
Of loving her completely. 

Seven days quick turned to one,
And one the eve my life was done,
I heard someone from the other side,
Urging me to step back.

With a little work the wall was gone,
And a band of men, a dozen strong,
Collectively burst into song,
Singing ‘Viva la Republica.’

Under Spanish sky,
A fugitive fled into the night.
Whose company was none too bright,
Yet better than the gallows.
So I joined a gang,
No, rebellion’s a better name.
And we took our claim to a flying piece of fabric.

But in my heart there’s still a room,
In a parador beneath the moon,
That I go back to all the time.

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