Win Tickets to See Calexico at Emo’s East!

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Hey there book lovers who are also music lovers – we have two pairs of tickets to give away to the Calexico show at Emo’s East next Wednesday, January 23. Want them? Tell us your favorite Calexico lyric in the comments below (words are important to us, you know) and we’ll draw a winner at random on Monday, January 21.

Good luck!

25 thoughts on “Win Tickets to See Calexico at Emo’s East!

  1. With a head like a vulture/ And heart full of hornets/ He drives off the cliff/ Into the blue, into the blue

    “Not Even Stevie Nicks” – Feast of Wire

  2. This has always been one of my favorite of Joey’s images:

    “Spotted an eagle in the middle of a lake
    Resting on cactus, feasting on snakes
    But the waters recede as the
    Dump closes in, revealing a whole lake
    Of sleeping children.”

    from “Across the Wire” on the album Feast of Wire

  3. From “Two Silver Trees” —
    You are draped in white like the blossoms of the tree / Looking down a glass elevator

  4. If I never told you how you helped to rescue
    The car and all inside
    Remember roads were steep and
    You and I went sliding down the grade from Gate’s Pass

    -Slowness

  5. From Service and Repair:

    In the shadows of chain-store ghost towns
    Where no one walks the streets at night
    A silent nation hooked on medication
    Stares into a blue flickering light

  6. on mended broken wings
    turning to see your reaction
    a tear drop fills your eye
    but you protest not to give up as give in
    heading straight for the wreckage
    picking up a shovel and a hoe
    start putting back the bricks one by one
    numbers come out of the woodwork
    corious to see the rebirth
    above the swollen clouds
    a strange sound fills the air
    a silence never heard
    falling like blessed rain
    and the swallows return
    as the mission bells ring

    These are Woven Birds Lyrics
    ā¤

  7. Not even, the priestess, with her wrenches and secret powers, could save him, from danger, for a little while…

  8. He slept ā€˜neath the stars / Wrote down what he dreamt / And he built a machine
    For no one to see / Then took flight, first light / Of new morning
    – “Sunken Waltz”

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