They dance alone…

I am a BIG fan of Sting. I like his music right from his Police days. I really this one song by him called "They dance alone (Cueca Solo)". Sting wrote this song after he saw a brief news story about women dancing in the streets of Chile with pictures of their husbands, fathers, brothers or sons pinned to their clothes. They were dancing the cueca dance (the traditional dance of Chile) – all by themselves. They danced alone as their dear ones were killed by the military dictatorship in Chile in those days.
 
The music is awesome and the words are just brilliant. Each time i listen to it, it paints the picture that i think Sting saw on TV. I can feel the pain in his words. Mark Knopfler and Eric Clapton have played the guitars on that song and the song ends with a very happy sounding sax solo by Branford Marsalis.  I recommend you listen to the song with the lyrics next time – if you havent done that before.
 
 
Why are these women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can’t see what it is they despise

They’re dancing with the missing
They’re dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They’re dancing with their fathers
They’re dancing with their sons
They’re dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone

It’s the only form of protest they’re allowed
I’ve seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
they’d go missing too
Another woman on the torture table
what else can they do


They’re dancing with the missing
They’re dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They’re dancing with their fathers
They’re dancing with their sons
They’re dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone

One day we’ll dance on their graves
One day we’ll sing our freedom
One day we’ll laugh in our joy
And we’ll dance

One day we’ll dance on their graves
One day we’ll sing our freedom
One day we’ll laugh in our joy
And we’ll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus padres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You’ve sown a bitter crop
It’s foreign money that supports you
One day the money’s going to stop

No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin’ with her invisible son?

They’re dancing with the missing
They’re dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They’re dancing with their fathers
They’re dancing with their sons
They’re dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone

 
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