{"id":138,"date":"2007-01-15T09:55:23","date_gmt":"2007-01-15T17:55:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/01\/the-ballad-of-el-ladron\/"},"modified":"2011-09-05T08:44:43","modified_gmt":"2011-09-05T16:44:43","slug":"the-ballad-of-el-ladron","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/01\/the-ballad-of-el-ladron\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ballad of El Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n"},"content":{"rendered":"

Co-written in 1980 with RTD. First performed for the New Mexico Mountain Club as a trip report. Music adapted from mixed sources. El ladron means “the thief” in Spanish. El Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n (also called <\/span>Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n<\/span> <\/span>Peak<\/span>) is over 9000\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 feet high and is in <\/span>New Mexico<\/span>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s <\/span>Rio Grande<\/span> <\/span>Valley<\/span>.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

I am the mountain they call El Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n
\nNew Mexico Mountain Club please hear my song;
\nYou drink your cerveza, you sing all your songs,
\nYou boast you can climb me, but, oh, you are wrong;
\nMy rivers are dry, bring your water from home,
\nThe agave and cactus are the swords of Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n,
\nSo beware, those who climb El Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n.<\/p>\n

The thieves who once hid here grew thirsty and died,
\nAnd at night you can hear all their pitiful cries;
\nFor they took the king\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gold and killed all his men,
\nThen ran for my hills, never heard from again;
\nThe banditos they died and left hidden gold,
\nNow nobody knows just what treasures I hold,
\nSo beware, those who climb El Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n!<\/p>\n

Not since those days have I seen many men,
\nMy only friends are the moon and the wind;
\nBut what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s this I see? Nine figures below,
\nSeven hikers, two dogs, and they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re ready to go,
\nWith packs on their backs, they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re showing no fear,
\nOf the cougars and rattlesnakes still living here,
\nSo beware, you who climb El Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n!<\/p>\n

A coat of scrub oak and cactus I wear,
\nNo trails do I have that go anywhere;
\nThey drink their cerveza, they sing all their songs,
\nThey boast they can climb me, but, oh, they are wrong!
\nMy rivers are dry, bring your water from home,
\nThe agave and cactus are swords of Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n,
\nSo beware, those you climb El Ladron!<\/p>\n

They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll never know of the hazards I hold,
\nThey walked with my ghosts who are centuries old;
\nThey drank their cerveza, they sang all their songs,
\nThey climbed to my summit, and now they are gone!
\nMy rivers are dry, bring your water from home,
\nThe agave and cactus are swords of Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n,
\nBeware, those who climb El Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n!
\nBeware, those who climb El Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Co-written in 1980 with RTD. First performed for the New Mexico Mountain Club as a trip report. Music adapted from mixed sources. El ladron means “the thief” in Spanish. El Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n (also called Ladr\u00c3\u00b3n Peak) is over 9000\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 feet high and is in New Mexico\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Rio Grande Valley. I am the mountain they call El […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-138","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-song-lyrics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=138"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":589,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138\/revisions\/589"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=138"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=138"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=138"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}