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Flamingo, like a flame in the sky Flying over the island To my lover nearby Flamingo, with your tropical hue For it's you I rely on And the love that is true
The wind sings a song to you as you go. The song that I hear below
the murmuring palms. Flamingo, when the sun meets the sea. Say farewell to my lover. and hasten to me
As the Depression set in, North Americans started dreaming about other parts of the world, and the tiki-torch enchantment of colonial Hawaii blended into an exotic “otherness” that literally knew no bounds—because the dreamers had so few clues as to where these intriguing cultures were actually found and what they represented. Brazil-born, U.K.-based singer Nina Miranda here unfolds our musical map, grounded by pedal-steel master Tim Tweedale’s cascading Canadiana.