{"id":170,"date":"2007-01-28T11:24:32","date_gmt":"2007-01-28T19:24:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/01\/hoyo-de-manzanares\/"},"modified":"2007-01-28T11:34:12","modified_gmt":"2007-01-28T19:34:12","slug":"hoyo-de-manzanares","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/01\/hoyo-de-manzanares\/","title":{"rendered":"Hoyo de Manzanares"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Written in Brooklyn in 1976 after reading a TIME magazine article about the execution of three Basque separatists in Hoyo de Manzanares.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Winding through the hills on the road to Madrid,<br \/>\nThe jeeps and vans came to a stop;<br \/>\nThe morning sun had just begun<br \/>\nTo warm the mountain tops.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->Then out came the police and a hundred guns,<br \/>\nAnd three hooded, defiant young men;<br \/>\nThe priest was there, but nobody cared,<br \/>\nThey were following orders again.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS:<\/p>\n<p><em>Jos\u00c3\u00a9 Humberto, you had such crazy dreams,<br \/>\nJos\u00c3\u00a9 Luis, open your eyes!<br \/>\nAnd, Ram\u00c3\u00b3n, look what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s become of you;<br \/>\nYou had nothing to lost but your life,<br \/>\nOh, you had nothing to lose but your life.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Espa\u00c3\u00b1a was never a poster for you<br \/>\nWith flamenco dancing and wine<br \/>\nIt was filled with pain and the dark red stain<br \/>\nOf condemned men marching in line.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS<\/p>\n<p>You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be happy to know there were riots in Rome<br \/>\nAnd mobs in Belgium and France;<br \/>\nBut in Washington, as you were shot in the sun,<br \/>\nA new treaty was signed for more guns and more mines,<br \/>\nTo give Spanish Fascism a chance,<br \/>\nAfter all, executions have such romance.<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Written in Brooklyn in 1976 after reading a TIME magazine article about the execution of three Basque separatists in Hoyo de Manzanares. Winding through the hills on the road to Madrid, The jeeps and vans came to a stop; The morning sun had just begun To warm the mountain tops.<\/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-170","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-song-lyrics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/170","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=170"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/170\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=170"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=170"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=170"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}