Cadejo
The cadejo (Spanish pronunciation: [kaˈðexo]) is a character from Salvadoran, Belizean, Nicaraguan, Costa Rican, Honduran, Guatemalan, Panamanian and southern Mexican folklore. There is a good white cadejo and an evil black cadejo. Both are spirits that appear at night to travelers: the white to protect them from harm during their journey, the black (sometimes an incarnation of the devil), to kill them. The colors of the cadejo are sometimes exchanged according to local tradition. In some places the black cadejo is seen as the good one and the white cadejo the evil one. They usually appear in the form of a large (up to the size of a cow), shaggy dog with burning red eyes and a goat's hooves, although in some areas they have more bull-like characteristics. According to the stories, many have tried to kill the black cadejo but have failed and perished. Also it is said that if a cadejo is killed, it will smell terrible for several days, and then its body will disappear. Some Guatemalan folklore also tells of a cadejo that guards drunks against anyone who tries to rob or hurt them. When the cadejo is near, it is said to bring about a strong goat-like smell. Most people say never to turn your back to the creature because otherwise you will go crazy. Speaking to the cadejo will also induce insanity.
Podcasts:
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by Khadejia
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by Gadjo
What Goes Around
by: Khadejia[Wyclef]
Refugee Camp
Hey yo, Khadejia, Khadejia
[Khadejia]
I hope when you receive this letter
You're in good health
Keep your head up, baby
See you home in the year 2,000
[MA]
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
[1: Khadejia]
What goes around
It comes back around again
It's the chance I take, I keep the faith
And hope one day you beat the case
And ay yah yah yah
I been around (Baby)
Singing background (Baby)
Please listen to my demo (Baby)
Now I got a deal
How does it feel (Baby)
When you don't know what is real (Baby)
All I have is thoughts of you (Baby)
Hoping that my dreams come true
[2:]
What goes up must come down
So we spread love all around
To the ghettos everywhere
Throw your hands up, boy
Cuz I'll always be right here
[MA]
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
[3:]
What goes around
It comes back around again
I've been around thugs
Around danced around
Time to shine
Yah, yah
[Repeat 1]
People will smile all in your face
Promise you the world just to get inside
I can't deny sometimes I fell for the hype
Then I opened up my eyes, I saw demons in disguise
[Repeat 2]
[Repeat 3]
[Repeat 1]
[MA]
Yo, yo, now they got my boo, bust a federal blue
Slip on shoes in the hole for breakin' house rules
Payin' street dues, doin' time for his block
While I'm sellin' his insurance, crack Plymouth Rock
So when the gun blow, we find new gun hole
Willie hiding in the weeping willow from my shadow, Billy
Tryin' a rubber Khadejia free, in Japan it Lucia vest might be
But your head ain't bulletproof
[Khadejia]
They can't hold you down no more, no more
They can't hold me down no more, no more
(Put your lighters in the air)
They can't hold you down no more, no more
They can't hold me down no more, no more
[MA]
Where you from, where you from
Where you from, where you from
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7