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Introducción
01:52
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2. |
Future
06:29
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When she’s fine, she’s smiling all the time
between photographs of paradise or scrap
But here she feels upset
To help someone can say it´s true
She knows her faults.
And nowadays is gone for all of us,
So nobody wishes to spell my name.
You must hurry or
The return will take ours breath away
Well, finally, I’m awake,
From this desert night
A failed rescue
set up these blind walls.
Smells like spring
Why do you say no?
Am I not ok?
What do I see?
Where is my head?
Gone in a shiny day,
I really miss it .
Where do I put my thoughts, now?
-Shifting lanscape-
How do I smoke a cigarette?
You’ll not believe what I found in my hat.
Did you make this?
Or, someone wrote it down?
These notes.
Then, you made the monster
It lives below my bed.
So, depression has passed
I’m not lonely any more
But, it used to shout to you:
“feed(l) me, like you never done before, on the road I was famished to see
you try;
wake me, like you never done before, I was dreaming on the road again,
Hope there´s no fuss.”
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3. |
MDDWMS
02:33
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I used to live under water like a frog
wearing no pants
But my head, one day, started to burn
so I ran to the hospital
Then they looked underneath
may find somewhere a key
Let`s dance and don’t blame her
Eleven days have passed whit no word at all
I wish to try once more and go!
Unless you want , for me, this blame for free
I hope, soon, we´ll be joined in bloom.
I never hide, the ache is mine
If you ask, I`ll say: “all I can, is all I do”
As much as I try to find an answer,
Leave an impression, break this connection
I end up speaking in that funny way again
Bring me home some unkind homeless,
throwing up each time my name is named by you
I insist, give me the strongest one;
but she never complains
so I say, “cut my head!”
but she never wants me sad.
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4. |
de los Navíos
05:50
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5. |
Soneto XIII - "Perfume"
03:17
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XIII
Acostumbrados a beber perfume
Escribíamos con la maquina al piso
Por afán de convertirme en narciso
Llegué a plasmar la idea antes que se esfume
Interpelado en el reflejo de un rizo
Quise degollarme cual ave implume
Ante el especular lo que insume
El riesgo de habitar el paraíso.
Fui insistentemente al desarraigo
Pretendí creer en onomatopeyas;
Al simular un carácter sumiso
Hurgué bajo faldas de tus plebeyas
¡Hoy con un bisturí de plata extraigo
Sus lenguas con las que narro epopeyas!
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6. |
Sequenza En-147
02:50
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7. |
Voyeur
03:41
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If you want to stay alive, you shouldn’t worry about what happens with the sun.
But I try to make you understand that nothing really good you know will probably change, if the sky’s still shinning whit the bombs.
If you need to see what’s going on, the big nuclear cloud on stage
Will recommend us a lord for our forgiveness and to be silent until the repeats begin.
Leave my bones, please, where nobody escapes,
In the dust, my ashes, integrated softly,
If the sky is still flaming whit the bombs.
I thought to give you a marvelous night, the brightest one you can get from me.
At the bottom of the truck, the deepest head inside the waters told me that your hair tastes like the first glass of blood in the morning, the morning that I obtained my license to kill anyone. Cause I can’t bear their face, or your volition to recover: my sense bliss, an ignition tour, floating to this window view, never far never near, never crowned in hell, call you as a plotter prostitute.
That you became to me.
There’s no funny way to say these words: “would you go out whit me tonight?”
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8. |
Little Blonde
04:21
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Come on, you should be glad that I blend with you,*For the first time, I am redeeming.*There’s a thin line between salvation and the known *funny way to break me down+I have believed in something that never came to pass*There’s no sense any more,*I found advantage: cracking and telling you what terrifies,*In the dark. +Why not? you have to answer. Will you believe? *For the first time the line is behind.*if you cross beyond –so far-*You’ll ever get there too late.+I just called the little girl with the golden hair,*She said she couldn’t come, *she must stay home praying all through the night,*She is so kind, when she wants.+I will take some pills and sleep*Fighting against the bond of the striking glass,*I give in for faults and miscellaneous,*shall I use the expression again?+I waited for today but nothing happened,*Let’s agree it’s just a point of view,*And the form, the sight in the sigh *left me along the sand.+ I have believed in something that never came to pass,*There’s no sense any more,*she must stay home praying all through the night,*She is so kind, in my mind.+I will take some pills and sleep*Fighting against the tie of the striking cup, *Given in for faults and miscellaneous,*shall I use the expression again?+I waited for today but nothing happened,*Let´s agree it’s just a point of view,*And the Form, the sight in the sigh *Left me along the sand.·
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9. |
Transición
02:12
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Cría de cangrejos complotadores
Si cubren toda la costa a mansalva
Y de arena llenan balas de salva
Preferimos ser francotiradores
Contra quien a mi literatura
Llamó cuna de confabuladores
Sin pretensiones y ni mas honores
Que adjudicarla a un rapto de espesura.
¿Inocente? Aun así me lo merezco
La lamina copia la bordadura
En el trazo aunque pretende la pausa
La forma es contorno de su hermosura.
Si en el afán de imitarla enloquezco
Que haya sido por una buena causa.
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11. |
Interludio
02:58
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12. |
Simón
03:42
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Quel chapeau parlera la derniere fois?
Qui entendra les appells plus insistants de la liquieur
Prete a crier
« Donne moi mon verre ! »
Est-ce que je suis la meme person dans ce tableau ?
Porquoi cette apatie de mes amies d`enfance
dactilographes de la pecheusse de la nuit
Parce-que je retombe au Don Simon.
Brume singullier, bouillard des epoques lointains,
Aborde moi, moi le fugitive aux pieds legers comme le plomb
Ruin de baisers
Bouche du bon savoir.
Mais je n`ai pas le gout pour l`eternite
Si tant , mon boisson est fini, tout les souhaits oublies.
Jamais plus la femme lèzard sur la plage,
Parce-que je retombe au Don Simon.
La belle chanson, entonera
La pecheusse des aromes perdus
Hereuse, seule.
Aquilon emporte moi
Ici j`ecoute souspire et ris
Est-ce que je peu cohabiter avec l`ennuit?
retour éblouis
Est-ce que je suis la meme person dans ce tableau ?
Porquoi cette apatie de mes amies d`enfance
Jamais plus la femme lèzard dans le réveil,
Parce-que je retombe au Don Simon.
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13. |
Old time must pass
06:39
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14. |
Reconquista
08:48
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15. |
Final
00:38
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