by Heather Jo Flores

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I’m a dark eyed woman You can find me in the lines of your hand I’m just a dark eyed woman I don’t need you to understand That I’m a dark eyed woman Looking for an old time man Well you can see me waiting I am looking to the sky for a sign You can see me waiting For an answer to this trouble in my mind Well if the trouble don’t kill me I will live a long long time I hear a lonesome whistle I’m counting feathers as the sky catches fire There goes that lonesome whistle I’m just waiting for that red bird to rise Well if you see my lover Won’t you tell him he is on my mind?
The Bridge 05:18
maria loved her man more than she loved herself and when he didn’t love her back her life became a hell she went down to the bridge she looked over the ledge she raised her hands, began to pray she said everybody dies someday adam walked through the garden his hands were made of stone he said lord, i beg your pardon please don’t leave me here alone and you said baby, those were the days when we were young and so brave i made so many mistakes i made myself into a slave oh where did you go? now i have never been a believer in things that i can’t see but i never had a fever like the one that you gave me
North Dakota 03:31
it’s not that i’m blind it’s just that i can’t see you for my eyes are obscured by my own point of view i have traveled the world with nothing to do but to search for those stories that will never be true and repaint the town in every hue you twisted my turnstile you said you’d set me free i’d like to pretend like you understood me but something you said reminds me again that you’re searching but you’ll never see and your prison is what you believe but now we are sleeping while the crocuses grow i walk through the garden with my childhood feet in the snow i showed him my feathers he put one in his cap he saw the whole thing as a minor mishap one side of the story or something like that and with broken bones he sent me home he wouldn’t even answer the phone but now we are sleeping while the crocuses grow he said there’s things that i’m keeping, darlin’ but you, you’ve got to go and out in north dakota a hundred men died on a train and the nights were so cold there was nothing i could do but i wish i could see you again
Seraphim 03:46
i’m trying to find a way to explain myself to you i have fallen from grace like i knew i would do it takes a while to walk a mile in my shoes and i’ve been taking my time running back to you i could be your girl if you were a different man living in this world i could never be your seraphim i can’t find a way to explain myself to you i’ve been running around like a monkey without a clue i could stand in the face of all my mama’s shame like i knew i would do again and again i could be your girl if you could rule my world i’m spinning once again and i will never be your seraphim
Macabea 05:21
en la aldea era una niña que comía sola todos los días pero no sabía que estaba sola dormía con las mantas frías ¿a dónde vas, macabea? yo no te olvidaré llévame contigo, macabea yo no te dejaré todas las niñas en el pueblo esperan a que el que más brilla duermen debajo de las mantas demasiadas y hacen su propia mantequilla todos los perros en el callejón ir con simpatia a aullar a la luna pero las morenas y las gitanas vagando sin fortuna ¿a dónde vas, macabea? tu vida es mi fanal ¿cómo puedo saber, macabea? nunca será tu igual nunca podría ser tu igual todos los gatos en la ciudad tienen un tipo de camaradería pero la mujer desesperada que quiere lo que nunca podría ¿cuando te vayas, macabea? voy a caminar contigo abre tu boca, macabea para chupar el ombligo y contestar el ombligo translation: in the village was a girl she ate alone every day she didn't know she was alone she slept under cold blankets Where are you going, Macabea? I will not forget take me with you, Macabea I will not leave you all the girls in town wait for the one that shines they sleep under too many covers and make their own butter all the dogs in the alley go with eachother to howl at the moon but dark women and Gypsy girls are wandering without fortune Where are you going, Macabea? Your life is my beacon How I can know, Macabea? I will never be like you I could never be your equal all the cats in the city have a kind of comraderie but the desperate woman wants what never will be wants a beautiful flower When will you go, Macabea? I will walk with you Open your mouth Macabea to chew on your source and answer your source
Paloma 03:36
i’ve got this tiger by the tail i will try but for to fail i must lift another veil for the queen has grown too frail to release me my passion is too strong i’m dying trying to belong and you might thing it’s wrong but when the white bird sings her song, where will you be? will you hear the voices ringing? and my little heart does stray i just might live another day if i can only find a way to stop the fraying of the fabric of my mind and i remember you quite well i dig the stories that you tell into the sea of you i fell i shed my skin i broke my shell but the bard has gone to sell his song for freedom and every day since you went away i wake in the morning with the sun in my eyes i would come to you but you never asked me to so i will turn my face to the south and keep traveling on
Stranger 03:39
he only spoke spanish with turquoise eyes he whispered the rhythm and i was hypnotized but with the lilacs in bloom he’s changing his tune i could sing you a song about a woman named true she had so many children she didn’t know what to do her side of the story is shadowed in blue by the light of the silvery moon am i wasting my time like my time is wasting me? does the mountain remember the name of the sea? am i only a stranger with something to steal? everyone is a slave but what do you feel? sixteen tons and what do you get? just one day older and deeper in debt and i’d like to pretend like we never had met but the door to my fate stands ajar
Solipsism 03:12
tell me where to go through the wind and snow five hundred years and more i don’t know take me by the hand push me down and then with your hand on my throat and your heart in my mouth won’t you tell me where to go? why don’t you take me to the ocean and feed me to the beast that lurks beneath the murky waters of your mind? every master is a slave and every monster was a baby once and every day there is another price to pay but every pebble on the beach was once a mountain in the sea and there’s a fountain in the jungle that will make you believe so if you wake up in the dark and i am gone, how will i know?
La Locura 02:27
si hay los tigres entonces un eres pero no soy esclava a noche y naranjada y si hay locura quiero convertirse eres un meteorito que quiero a montar y si preocupaste entrega tus miedos el amore es eterno pero no somos nos y asi locura dominarme voleme a la luna eres un cojete que quiero a montar si encuentras el tigre cuida de tu cabeza porque el escucha todo lo que pensamos pero donde hay lucha, hay esperanza que corre como lobo por la lunallena Translation: If there be tigers, then you are one But I am no slave to the night and orange and if there be lunacy, I want to convert for you are a meteor That I want to ride and if you get worried surrender your fears love is eternal, but we are not and if lunacy rules me, then fly me to the moon for you are a rocket that I want to ride If you find the tiger Protect your head because he hears everything we think but where there is struggle, there is hope that runs like a wolf in the full moon.
Lucy 05:15
It was just about midnight On the fourth day of july When sweet little lucty Blew her daddy sky high The shots rang out Like a warrior’s cry And then only silence As the old man died Now big girls don’t cry So don’t tell your ma How I love my beautiful girl So kiss him goodnight And wash until you’re raw And one day a new flag will unfurl The lawmen went down As the dim darkness grew And word went around About the truth everybody knew But lucy and her ma They knew it was all right And they buried her pa That very same night Well Lucy was bold And so justice was served And her dear old daddy Well he got what he deserved But it aint always so For this tale I tell It happens every day And perhaps you know it well


On Macabea, Heather Flores, whose vocals elicit comparisons to Sally Ellyson and Jolie Holland, weaves stories, images, and poems lovingly gathered throughout years of geographic, artistic, and intellectual exploration. The result is darkly stirring tapestry of Southern and Eastern European-tinged folk songs filtered through the mind of a wanderer and a visionary.


released January 12, 2014


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Heather Jo Flores Portland, Oregon

Heather Jo Flores combines her shy, sultry voice with strong melodies, flamenco guitar and gypsy rhythms to give her original songs the feeling of fairytales, spilling with lush musicianship, snappy wit and a whimsical, coquettish attitude toward love, life, and adventure. ... more

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