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My hands are turning numb“Castanets” is another rocking track, one that I heard almost a year ago on the excellent Oxford American magazine’s annual Southern Music Sampler. The song grooves along, and one gets the impression that Escovedo isn’t even really trying; he can just throw gems like this out in his sleep.
But still I gotta strum
My velvet guitar
And I don’t care how long
Might write a sad one
But who’s gonna sing them this time