Onda Callejera
Ry Cooder Lyrics


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Era la medianoche, when oímos the scream
"Se requieren cien taxis en el almería de Chavez Ravine"

Un montón de soldados, jóvenes y engañados
Llevaron su bronca to Downtown L.A.
Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porqué

Brotó un desmadre, por tipo acomodado
Sobre un pedazo de tierra injustamente robado

El precio en sangre que se sacó de mi gente
Hasta tal día mancha La Loma y el Palo Verde

Como duele el recuerdo si me pongo a pensar
En el mal gusto de vida y tración dineral
Una bola de pinches, sin corazón y falso piedad
Por llenarse las bolsas se van a quemar

Onda callejera, onda sin honor
Maldita onda, onda de lo peor





Onda de lo peor

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ry Cooder's Onda Callejera paint a picture of a chaotic scene in Almeria, Chavez Ravine. It was midnight when a scream was heard, followed by calls for a hundred taxis to gather in the area. What followed was a clash between soldiers, who were young and misled, and Los Pachucos, without any clear understanding of why they were fighting. The confrontation turned into a mess that was caused by a group of affluent individuals who had stolen a piece of land unjustly.


The price paid in blood by Ry Cooder's people still stains the reminiscence of La Loma and Palo Verde. The singer-songwriter reflects on the pain of this history and how it still hurts. The memories are difficult to face, but the tragedy of greed and betrayal needs to be remembered. The song ends in condemnation of the street wave, referred to as 'onda callejera,' and those associated with it. The senseless violence and lack of honor renders it a curse and the worst kind of wave.


Line by Line Meaning

Era la medianoche, when oímos the scream
It was midnight when we heard a scream


"Se requieren cien taxis en el almería de Chavez Ravine"
"One hundred taxis are needed in the Almeria of Chavez Ravine"


Un montón de soldados, jóvenes y engañados
A bunch of young, deceived soldiers


Llevaron su bronca to Downtown L.A.
They took their anger to Downtown L.A.


Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porqué
Against the Pachucos, without knowing why


Brotó un desmadre, por tipo acomodado
A brawl erupted among the well-to-do


Sobre un pedazo de tierra injustamente robado
Over a piece of unjustly stolen land


El precio en sangre que se sacó de mi gente
The price in blood that was paid by my people


Hasta tal día mancha La Loma y el Palo Verde
To this day, La Loma and Palo Verde are stained


Como duele el recuerdo si me pongo a pensar
How painful the memory is if I stop to think


En el mal gusto de vida y tración dineral
In the bad taste of life and betrayal for money


Una bola de pinches, sin corazón y falso piedad
A bunch of scumbags, heartless and with false pity


Por llenarse las bolsas se van a quemar
They will burn themselves to fill their pockets


Onda callejera, onda sin honor
Street wave, dishonorable wave


Maldita onda, onda de lo peor
Accursed wave, wave of the worst


Onda de lo peor
Wave of the worst




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Written by: DAVID HIDALGO, WILLIAM GARCIA

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