31 de Julio 2007
Siga las flechas amarillas, señor Quincampoix
Voy adentro de mí mismo,
a ver dónde narices se ha escondido el amor.
Llegué hasta el corazón y éste me dijo:
''¿A quien engañas, chico? Quítame las telarañas.
Escucha mis latidos porque son la voz más sabia
y olvida la razón porque me lleva la contraria.''
¡Ciao! ¡Te digo adiós, me voy! ¡Hasta la vista!
Últimamente sólo le sonrío al dentista.
No es que me guste estar triste,
pero es que los sueños están hechos de un material tan sensible...
Siga las flechas amarillas, señor Quincampoix. Julio 2007.
No recuerdo cuándo dejé de hacer esto por tí y cuándo me dí cuenta de que lo hacía por mí mismo.
30 de Julio 2007
The scientist
Come up to meet you.
Tell you I'm sorry.
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you.
Tell you I need you.
Tell you I set you apart.
Tell me your secrets.
And ask me your questions.
Oh let's go back to the start.
Running in circles.
Coming up tails.
Heads on a silence apart.
Nobody said it was easy.
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy.
No one ever said it would be this hard.
Oh, take me back to the start.
I was just guessing
at numbers and figures.
Pulling your puzzles apart.
Questions of science,
science and progress.
Do not speak as loud as my heart.
Tell me you love me.
Come back to haunt me.
Oh, and I rush to the start.
Running in circles.
Chasing our tails.
Coming back as we are.
Nobody said it was easy.
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy.
No one ever said it would be so hard.
I'm going back to the start.
The scientist. Julio 2007.
If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart...
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
all my pictures of you...
29 de Julio 2007
Yellow
Look at the stars,
look how they shine for you
and everything you do.
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
and all the things you do,
and it was called "Yellow".
So then I took my turn,
oh, what a thing to have done,
and it was all yellow.
Your skin...
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
turn into something beautiful.
You know, you know I love you so.
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you.
Oh, what a thing to do.
Cos you were all yellow.
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you.
Oh, what a thing to do.
And it was all yellow.
Your skin...
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
turn into something beautiful.
And you know,
for you I'd bleed myself dry,
for you I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true,
Look how they shine for you,
look how they shine for you,
look how they shine for...
Look how they shine for you,
look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you
and all the things that you do.
Yellow. Julio 2007.
Si ella se conmueve, dedicará su vida a ayudar a los demás. Si no... pues nada.
28 de Julio 2007
I go alone to be with you
I've got sunshine
on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've got the month of May.
I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl.
Talkin' 'bout my girl.
I've got so much honey,
the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song
than the birds in the trees.
Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl.
Talkin' 'bout my girl.
Ooooh Hoooo.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
I don't need no money,
fortune or fame.
I've got all the riches, baby,
one man can claim.
Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl.
Talkin' 'bout my girl.
I've got sushine on cloudy day
with my girl.
I've even got the month of May
with my girl.
My girl. Julio 2007.
Uno puede vivir en su cabeza, o puede vivir fuera de ella.
27 de Julio 2007
Aqueous transmission
I'm floating down a river.
Oars freed from their holds long ago.
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel.
I marvel at the stars.
And feel my heart overflow.
Further down the river.
Further down the river.
Further down the river.
Further down the river.
Two weeks without my lover.
I'm in this boat alone.
Floating down a river named emotion.
Will I make it back to shore
or drift into the unknown?
Further down the river.
Further down the river.
Further down the river.
Further down the river.
I'm building an antenna.
Transmissions will be sent when I am through.
Maybe we could meet again further down the river.
And share what we both discovered...
Then revel in the view...
Further down the river.
Further down the river.
Further down the river.
Further down the river.
I'm floating down a river.
I'm floating down a river.
I'm floating down a river.
I'm floating down a river.
Aqueous transmission. Julio 2007.
La gente enseña para disimular su ignorancia, lo mismo que sonríe para ocultar sus lágrimas.
26 de Julio 2007
Road to joy
The sun came up with no conclusions.
Flowers sleeping in their beds.
The city cemetary's humming.
I'm wide awake, it's morning.
I have my drugs, I have my woman,
they keep away my loneliness.
My parents, they have their religion,
but sleep in seperate houses.
I read the body count out of the paper
and now it's written all over my face.
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter.
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place.
So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing.
Every day I'm on the clock.
My mind races with all my longings.
But can't keep up with what I got.
And so I hope I don't sound too ungrateful.
What history gave modern man.
A telephone to talk to strangers.
Machine guns and a camera lense.
So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing.
It's best to join the side that's gonna win.
No ones sure how all of this got started,
but we're gonna make 'em God damn certain how it's gonna end.
Oh yeah we will, oh yeah we will!
Well I could have been a famous singer
if I had some one else's voice.
But failures always sounded better...
Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise!
The sun came up with no conclusions.
Flowers sleeping in their beds.
The city cemetary's humming.
I'm wide awake, it's morning!
Road to joy (Denia 2007). Julio 2007.
Mi otra vida me enseñó a esquivar,
a levantarme, a ser fuerte,
que la soledad es la peor muerte.
Mi otra vida me enseñó que lo real
es lo que tengo en frente,
y que al final sólo quedan los cuatro de siempre.
25 de Julio 2007
Middleman
Hay algo más importante que la lógica: la imaginación.
***
I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed.
The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time.
Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise.
You will never reap of any seed deprived of sunlight.
So I have become the Middleman.
The gray areas are mine, the in-between.
The absentee is a beautiful disguise.
So I keep my footlights shining bright just like I keep my exits wide.
'Cause I never know when it's time to go, it's too crowded now inside.
The dead can hide beneath the ground and the birds can always fly,
but the rest of us do what we must in constant compromise.
So I have become the Middleman.
The gray areas are fine.
The "I don't know," the "maybe so"
is the only real reply.
It is the only true reply.
Middleman. Julio 2007.
Busqué la pequeña y antigua taberna, en la que nada había cambiado desde mi primera estancia en esta ciudad hace unos veinticinco años, también la tabernera era todavía la de antes, y algunos de los parroquianos de hoy estuvieron ya entonces sentados aquí, en el mismo sitio, ante los mismos vasos. Entré en el modesto cafetín, aquí podía uno refugiarse. Ciertamente que era sólo un refugio como, por ejemplo, el de la escalera junto a la araucaria; aquí tampoco encontraba yo hogar ni comunidad, sólo hallaba un lugar de observación, ante un escenario, en el cual gente extraña representaba extrañas comedias; pero al menos este lugar tenía en sí algo de valor: no había muchedumbre, ni mesas de madera sin tapete (¡ni mármoles, ni porcelona, ni peluche, ni latón dorado!), y ante cada uno, un buen vaso, un buen vino fuerte. Quizás este par de parroquianos, a todos los cuales conocía yo de vista, eran verdaderos filisteos y tenían en sus casas, en sus viviendas de filisteos, pobres altares domésticos con ídolos de buen conformar; quizá también eran mozos solitarios y descarrilados como yo, tranquilos y meditabundos bebedores, de quebrados ideales, lobos de la estepa y pobres diablos ellos también; yo no lo sabía. De cada uno de ellos tiraba hacia aquí una nostalgia, un desengaño, una necesidad de compensación; el casado buscaba la atmósfera de su época de soltero, el viejo funcionario, la reminiscencia de sus años de estudiante; todos ellos eran bastante taciturnos, y todos eran bebedores y preferían, lo mismo que yo, estar aquí sentados ante medio litro de vino de Alsacia a oír una orquesta de señoritas.
24 de Julio 2007
Ocho de Diciembre
Ocho de Diciembre. Diciembre 2004.
22 de Julio 2007
The tragedy of Selene and Fenrir
The tragedy of Selene and Fenrir. Julio 2007.
21 de Julio 2007
But I'll carry on
With every step I take the less I know myself
and every vow I break on my way towards your heart.
Countless times I've prayed for forgiveness,
but Gods just laugh at my face.
And this path remains leading me into solitude's arms.
I see through the darkness my way back home.
The journey seems endless but I'll carry on.
The shadows will rise and they will fall.
And our night drowns in dawn.
Amidst all tears there's a smile
that all angels greet with an envious song.
One look into stranger's eyes and I know where I belong
And the path goes on...
Nada de lo que merece la pena en esta vida es fácil.
20 de Julio 2007
The journey seems endless
There is no turning back from this unending path of mine.
Serpentine and black it stands before my eyes to hell
and back it will lead me once more.
It's all I have as I stumble in and out of grace.
I walk through the gardens of dying light
and cross all the rivers deep and dark as the night
searching for a reason why time would've passed us by.
The journey seems endless. Julio 2007.
19 de Julio 2007
It's always night and there is no moon
If you want to save her
first you have to save yourself.
If you want to free her from the hurt
don't do it with your pain.
If you want to see her smile again
don't show her you're afraid.
It's always night and there is no moon. Julio 2007.
18 de Julio 2007
Love wants us dead
En la vida sólo hay cuatro cuestiones importantes: qué es sagrado, de qué está hecho el espíritu, para qué vale la pena vivir, y para qué vale la pena morir. Sólo existe una respuesta: el amor.
Love wants us dead. Julio 2007.
17 de Julio 2007
This can't be the end
It's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold night tonight.
I can't get you off my mind, God knows I've tried.
Did I throw away the best part of my life when I cut you off?
I cut myself with the same damn knife.
Hide my tears in the pouring rain, had my share of hurt and pain.
Don't say my name, run away, cause it's all in vain.
My hearts breaking even, now there's no use we even try.
Hey I cried! Yeah I lied! Hell I almost died!
Both got our reasons, let's just fold the cards and say good-bye.
It's all right, just two hearts breaking even tonight.
This can't be the end. Julio 2007.
16 de Julio 2007
Nothing's fair in love and hate
A veces la ilusión se queda pálida
y me quedo sin colores cuando estoy frente a la más jodida realidad.
Quise entrar por tu mirada
y sé que volveré por el camino de las lágrimas.
Incluso la Alegría me pregunta cada día
que si casi se me olvida que no la puedo ignorar...
Le digo que Tristeza es la que mejor me besa
cuando la noche comienza y no pienso en nada más...
Nothing's fair in love and hate. Julio 2007.
Te deslizas como si fueras de viento
y al contacto con mis dedos te desvanecieras.
Si me sueltas entre tanto viento,
¿cómo voy a continuar?
¿Cómo voy a continuar?
15 de Julio 2007
A one-way ticket to endless sorrow
It's when heaven turns to black and hell to white,
right so wrong and wrong so right.
It's when hate turns to love and love to hate,
faith to doubt and doubt to faith.
Now feel it turning your heart into stone.
Feel it piercing your courageous soul.
Beyond now redemption.
No one's gonna catch you when you fall.
A one-way ticket to endless sorrow. Julio 2007.
14 de Julio 2007
It's hard letting you go
It ain't no fun lying down to sleep
and there ain't no secrets left for me to keep,
I wish the stars up in the sky would all just call in sick
and the clouds would take the moon out on some one-way trip.
I wish I'd just burn down this place that we called home.
It would all have been so easy
if you'd only made me cry
and told me how you're leaving me to some organ grinder's lullaby.
It's hard, so hard...
It's tearing out my heart
It's hard letting you go.
It's hard letting you go. Julio 2007.
13 de Julio 2007
The cruelty of love
No one can hurt you now in this haven safe and sound.
No one can save you now from this grace you are drowning in.
Just hold your breath on your way down.
No one can free you now from the chains around your heart.
Don't be afraid now, just dive in this emptiness
and hold your breath on your way down.
The cruelty of love. Julio 2007.
12 de Julio 2007
At least you could try
No sé si es usted la misma que cuando eras tú.
Yo no he cambiado. Aún sigo siendo igual de complicado.
Sé que ha pasado algún tiempo,
y sé que no he llorado desde entonces sentimientos.
Pasado Julio parecía que el tiempo no avanzaba,
pero pasaban los días aunque no pasara nada.
Pasaba algo por dentro de mi cuerpo
y desde entonces he vivido como si estuviera muerto.
Lo siento.
Tal vez es demasiado tarde
para volver a ser cobarde.
Tal vez es demasiado tarde... o pronto
para volver a hacer el tonto.
At least you could try. Julio 2007.
11 de Julio 2007
I want to go home
And we sense the danger
but don't wanna give up
'cause there's no smile of an angel
without the wrath of God.
I want to go home. Julio 2007.
10 de Julio 2007
Remind me where I belong
He estado fuera de mí tanto tiempo...
Tanto tiempo sin llorar que ya no sé hacerlo.
Espero el bus en la parada de tus carcajadas, pero lo pierdo.
Como ese último día que te fuíste casi lloviendo.
Si ves que estoy manso, me domas.
Si ves que no te entiendo, háblame en mi idioma.
Toma en broma todo lo que diga que te asuste
y toma en serio todo lo que tenga que te guste.
Remind me where I belong. Junio 2007.
9 de Julio 2007
You're the one thing I believe
I should have seen it coming when roses died.
Should have seen the end of Summer in your eyes.
I should have listened when you said good night.
You really meant good bye...
I cried and I cried...
There were nights that died for you baby.
I tried and I tried
to deny that your love drove me crazy.
If the love that I got for you is gone,
if the river I cried ain't that long
then I'm wrong, this ain't a love song.
I thought you and me would stand the test of time
Like we got away with the perfect crime
but we were just a legend in my mind.
I guess that I was blind...
If the pain that I'm feeling so strong
is the reason that I'm holding on
then I'm wrong, this ain't a love song.
You're the one thing I believe. Julio 2007.
8 de Julio 2007
I am following some dark fortune
Creo que me conozco mejor desde que soy otro.
Que sólo si se va la soledad me quedo solo.
Vosotros no conocéis este abandono.
Me fui sin hacer ruido, sin relojes, sin teléfonos.
Yo solo y el canto de algún grillo,
y la contemplación de alguna constelación de poco brillo.
Todo lo que tengo va conmigo.
En este absurdo abrigo que es mi piel no paso frío, amigo mío.
Mi recuerdo se pierde en el olvido,
como todas las palabras que te dije y no escuchaste, fueron ruido.
Arrástrame, viento del camino,
hasta donde no me encuentre nadie, quiero estar perdido.
Perdido de vosotros, os lo juro.
Descubro que no existe la nostalgia cuando se cree en el futuro.
Tan sólo haciéndole carreras a las medias noches,
buscando figuras en las nubes.
Así paso lo días, no sé si es martes o lunes,
escápome del tiempo hasta que ya no me busques.
I am following some dark fortune. Julio 2007.
6 de Julio 2007
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4 de Julio 2007
A heart in our homeland
A heart in our homeland. Julio 2007.
3 de Julio 2007
A home in our heartland
A home in our heartland. Julio 2007.
2 de Julio 2007
All the souls that would die just to feel alive
All the souls that would die just to feel alive. Julio 2007.
1 de Julio 2007
Until the moon is down
Until the moon is down. Julio 2007.