"The Greyhound" by Alfonso Toribio |
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- Опубліковано 7 лют 2025
- Greyhounds are a dog breed native to Spain. These animals are used for hunting, finding on many occasions a cruel destiny once the season ends or they are no longer useful for this activity.
In the past, it was common to find them hanging off trees in the Spanish countryside. My grandfather used to tell me that those who felt pity for the animal would spend a shotgun cartridge so that it would “not suffer”.
My childhood memories, fortunately, are limited to seeing these dogs living in very precarious conditions: not being able to enter the house and living in the small space between the windowsill and the bars or seeing them running tied to the ball of the pickup's trailer to go to work. The hunters thought that by treating them badly, they were hardening the animal and thus it would be better for hunting.
Nowadays, Spain has too many abandoned greyhounds and the kennels must look for shelters for them in other European countries.
\\\ My name is Alfonso Toribio, I'm a 25-year-old songwriter from Spain and this is my submission for the Gems in the Rough 2023 @GemsOnVHS contest with my first original song.
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Lyrics:
The Greyhound
When they die slow and cold, proletariat animals.
Through the plains of Toledo
Windows of my childhood wars with
lonesome, lonesome dogs.
On the year of our lord: Nineteen nothing, or two thousand some?
Tied to trucks, skin with worms.
They hunt to feed the mouth that spits these
lonesome, lonesome folks.
Hanging from a fig tree, you can find them across this land.
Where shells in the head are for lucky ones.
Compassion, little doggies, we can’t afford
in this cruel, cruel, cruel world.
You can’t cry if you believe in heaven when loved ones go up there,
But lord those eyes look at me twice
And I can’t hold the tears, boys
For these lonesome, lonesome folks.
Hanging from a fig tree, you can find them across this land.
Where shells in the head are for lucky ones.
Compassion, little doggies, we can’t afford
In this cruel, cruel, cruel world.
\\\ Recorded and Filmed in Casarrubios del Monte, Toledo (Spain).
Follow me on Instagram: @alfonso.toribio
Visuals: Miguel Galván (Instagram: @del_cieno)
Sound: Carlos Bonito (Instagram: @choley.y)
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Lyrics:
The Greyhound
When they die slow and cold, proletariat animals.
Through the plains of Toledo
Windows of my childhood wars with
lonesome, lonesome dogs.
On the year of our lord: Nineteen nothing, or two thousand some?
Tied to trucks, skin with worms.
They hunt to feed the mouth that spits these
lonesome, lonesome folks.
Hanging from a fig tree, you can find them across this land.
Where shells in the head are for lucky ones.
Compassion, little doggies, we can’t afford
in this cruel, cruel, cruel world.
You can’t cry if you believe in heaven when loved ones go up there,
But lord those eyes look at me twice
And I can’t hold the tears, boys
For these lonesome, lonesome folks.
Hanging from a fig tree, you can find them across this land.
Where shells in the head are for lucky ones.
Compassion, little doggies, we can’t afford
In this cruel, cruel, cruel world.
An absolutely beautiful song performed masterfully
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Menuda canción y video - IMPRESIONANTE. Enhorabuena! 🤩🔥
Beautiful deep voice, I love it !
Fenómeno!! Un saludo desde Wichita, Kansas.
Enorme voz!!😍😍😍😍💥💥💥
👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
Brutal!
coooooooool 🤩
joder menudo temon, menudo sonidazo y menudo videazo!
El salvador de Españita ❤
Amazing voice man. Major Colter Wall vibes
Thanks Buddy! ♥️♥️♥️
Colter Wall? Is it you? 😆 Dude great song!
Thanks a lot, man! I wish I were just close to Colter Wall hahahaha he's a true Hero of mine.
Tenias 20 suscriptores ya tienes 21😊