30 de Septiembre 2004
Vanishing
Disappear.
Disappear.
Higher.
Higher
into the air.
Slowly disappear.
No, no longer here.
Disappear.
Disappear.
Thinner, thinner
into the air.
Never really here.
What that never.
Like a thought brushing up against a sigh.
Floating away.
Floating away.
Vanishing like a sigh and slowly.
Disappear.
Disappear.
Vanish, vanish into the air.
Slowly disappear.
Never really here.
Floating away.
Floating away.
El Chófer. Marzo 2004.
29 de Septiembre 2004
Vertigo
Uno, dos, tres, ¡catorce!
Turn it up loud, captain!
Lights go down.
It's dark.
The jungle is your head.
Can't rule your heart.
I'm feeling so much stronger
than I thought.
Your eyes are wide.
And though your soul
it can't be bought.
Your mind can wander.
Hello! Hello!
¡Hola!
I'm at a place called vertigo. (¿Dónde está?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know.
Except you give me something I can feel.
Feel.
The night is full of holes.
Those bullets rip the sky
of ink with gold.
They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll.
They know that they can't dance.
At least they know.
I can't stand the beat.
I'm asking for the cheque.
The girl with crimson nails
has Jesus round her neck.
Swinging to the music.
Swinging to the music.
Woooao!
Hello! Hello!
¡Hola!
I'm at a place called Vertigo. (¿Dónde está?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know.
But you give me something I can feel.
Feel.
All this, all this can be yours.
All of this, all of this can be yours.
All this, all of this can be yours.
Just give me what I want
and no one gets hurt.
Hello! Hello!
¡Hola!
I'm at a place called Vertigo.
Lights go down and all I know
is that you give me something I can feel.
You're teaching me...
Your love is teaching me...
How to kneel.
Kneel.
Vertigo. Septiembre 2004. A Jorge (Bonoloco).
28 de Septiembre 2004
Dark shines
Passing by you light up my darkest skies.
You take only seconds to draw me in.
So be mine and your innocence I will consume.
Dark shines.
Bringing me down.
Making my heart feel sore.
Because it's good.
Hold your hands up to your eyes again.
Hide from the scary scenes, suppress your fears.
So be mine and your innocence I will consume.
Dark shines.
Bringing me down.
Making my heart feel sore.
Because it's good.
You're dark shines.
Bringing me down.
Making my heart feel sore.
Because it's good.
Dark shines.
Bringing me down.
Making my heart feel sore.
Because it's good.
Dark shines. Diciembre 2002.
27 de Septiembre 2004
Three libras
Threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when I've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious.
And you don't see me.
But I threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
Here I am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
But I see through it all
and see you.
So I threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
Apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing.
You don't see me.
You don't see me at all.
Three libras. Septiembre 2004.
26 de Septiembre 2004
25 de Septiembre 2004
Blank page
Blank page is all the rage.
Never meant to say anything.
In bed I was half dead.
tired of dreaming of rest.
Got dressed drove the state line,
looking for you at the five and dime.
Stop sign told me stay at home,
told me you were not alone.
Blank page was all the rage.
Never meant to hurt anyone.
In bed I was half dead,
tired of dreaming of rest.
You haven't changed.
You're still the same.
May you rise as you fall.
You were easy you are forgotten.
You are the ways of my mistakes.
I catch the rainfall.
Through the leaking roof,
that you had left behind.
You remind me
of that leak in my soul.
The rain falls.
My friends call.
Leaking rain on the phone.
Take a day plant some trees.
May they shade you from me.
May your children play beneath.
Blank page was all the rage.
Never meant to say anything.
In bed I was half dead,
tired of dreaming of rest.
Got dressed drove the state line,
looking for you at the five and dime.
But there I was picking pieces up.
You are a ghost
of my indecision.
Blank page. Marzo 2004.
24 de Septiembre 2004
El Sitio
Whenever I run,
whenever I run to you lost one.
It's never done,
just hanging on.
Just past has let me be.
Returning as if dream.
Shattered as belief.
If you have to go don't say goodbye.
If you have to go don't you cry.
If you have to go I will get by.
Someday I'll follow you and see you on the other side.
But for the grace of love,
I'd will the meaning of.
Heaven from above.
Your picture out of time.
Left aching in my mind.
Shadows kept alive.
If you have to go don't say goodbye.
If you have to go don't you cry.
If you have to go I will get by.
I will follow you and see you on the other side.
But for the grace of love,
I'd will the meaning of.
Heaven from above.
Long horses we are born.
Creatures more than torn.
Mourning our way home.
El Sitio. Abril 2004.
23 de Septiembre 2004
Drácula
Este es uno de los dibujos que nos mandó la Zoido en 2º de Bachillerato. El sistema era el siguiente: Ella nos mandaba un par de textos por semana y nosotros teníamos que dibujarlos.
Este concretamente pertenece a Drácula, de Bram Stoker:
"Dentro había un hombre alto y viejo, de cara afeitada, aunque con un gran bigote blanco, y vestido de negro de pies a cabeza, sin una sola nota de color en todo él. En la mano sostenía una antigua lámpara de plata en la que ardía una llama, sin tubo ni globo que la protegiera, la cual arrojaba largas y temblorosas sombras al vacilar en la corriente de la puerta abierta. El anciano hizo un gesto de cortesía con la mano derecha y dijo en un inglés excelente, aunque con un extraño acento:
-Bienvenido a mi casa. Entre libremente y por su propia voluntad.
No hizo el menor ademán de salir a recibirme, sino que permaneció donde estaba como una estatua, como si su gesto de bienvenida le hubiese pretificado. Sin embargo, en el instante en qué crucé el umbral, avanzó impulsivamente hacia mí; y tendiendo la mano, me cogió la mía con tal fuerza que no pude reprimir una mueca de dolor; lo que no impedía que la tuviese fría como el hielo...; tanto, que me pareció más la mano de un muerto que de un vivo.''
Drácula. Marzo 2004.
22 de Septiembre 2004
Our diabolikal rapture
In our diabolikal rapture we live on and on.
And death keeps knocking at our door.
So we open the door and we die a bit more.
Were in love with death and we die on and on.
Won't you close our eyes.
We'll be by your side.
In your heavenly rapture we die on and on.
And you keep waiting at our door.
Yes, we open the door.
Let us die a bit more.
Because we're in love with you and we die on and on.
Won't you close our eyes.
We'll be by your side.
Your love is the only thing I live for in this world.
Oh, how I wait for the day your heart burns.
In these heavenly flames I've already scorched in.
I just want you to know I'll always be waiting.
Your love is the only thing I live for in this world.
Oh how I wait for the day your heart burns.
In these heavenly flames I've already scorched in.
I just want you to know I'll always be waiting.
Our diabolikal rapture. Agosto 2004.
21 de Septiembre 2004
Trust
There's no-one left in the world
that I can hold onto.
There is really no-one left at all.
There is only you.
And if you leave me now,
you leave all that we were
undone.
There is really no-one left,
you are the only one.
And still the hardest part for you
to put your trust in me.
I love you more than I can say
why won't you just believe?
Trust. Septiembre 2004.
