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07.05.2006

10,000 days

Listen to the tales and romanticize...
how we follow the path of the hero...
boast about the day when the rivers overrun...
how we rise to the height of our halo...

 

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize...
our way into the arms of the savior,
fading all the trials and the tribulations,
none of us have actually been there,
not like you...

 

Ignorant fibbers in the congregation,
gather around spewing sympathy,
spare me...

None of them can even hold a candle up to you...
Blinded by choices, hypocrites won't see..

But, enough about the collective Judas...
Who could deny you were the one who would illuminated...
You'll have a piece of the divine...

 

This little light of mine, the gift you passed on to me;
I'll let it shine, to guide you safely on your way,
your way home...

 

Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down...
without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun...
other than tremble incessantly?

 

High as a wave, but I'll rise on up off the ground...
You were the light and the way, they'll only read about...
I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out...
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough...

you're going home...

 

You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I have come home now...
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father...
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended...
It's time now...
My time now...
Give me my...

Give me my wings..."

 

You are the light and way that they will only read about...

 

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,
burden of proof tossed upon the believers...

You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one...

 

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence...
Difficult to see you in this light...
Please forgive this bold suggestion...
Should you see your maker's face tonight...
Look him in the eye, look him in the eye, and tell him...
"I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one...
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home..."

 

* Compuesta por Maynard James Keenan e interpretada por Tool en su último disco "10,000 days" (2006).

07.03.2006

Killing an arab

Standing on the beach...
with a gun in my hand...
Staring at the sea...
Staring at the sand...
Staring down the barrell...
at the arab on the ground...
I can see his open mouth...
but I hear no sound...
I'm alive...
I'm dead...
I'm the stranger...
killing an arab...
 
I can turn...
and walk away...
or I can fire the gun...
Staring at the sky...
Staring at the sun...
Wichever I chose...
it amounts to the same...
absolutely nothing...
I'm alive...
I'm dead...
I'm the stranger...
killing an arab...
 
I feel the steel butt jump...
smooth in my hand...
Staring at the sea...
Staring at the sand...
Staring at myself...
reflected in the eyes...
of the dead man on the beach...
The dead man on the beach...
I'm alive...
I'm dead...
I'm the stranger...
killing an arab...
 
 
* Compuesta e interpretada por Robert Smith, Michael Dempsey y Lol Tolhurst, lanzada como single el 6 de Febrero de 1979 y más tarde incluida en su disco "Boys don't cry" (1980).
05.03.2006

Wild horses

Childhood living is easy to do...
The things you wanted I bought them for you...
Graceless lady you know who I am...
You know I can't let you slide through my hands...
Wild horses couldn't drag me away...
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away...
 
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain...
Now you decided to show me the same...
No sweeping exits or offstage lines...
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind...
Wild horses couldn't drag me away...
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away...
 
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie...
I have my freedom but I don't have much time...
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried...
Let's do some living after we die...
Wild horses couldn't drag me away...
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day...
 
 
* Compuesta por Mick Jagger y Keith Richard e interpretada por los Rolling Stones en su disco "Sticky Fingers" (1971).
13.02.2006

Gasoline alley

I think I know what's making me sad...
it's a yearnin' for my own back yard...
I realize maybe I was wrong to leave...
better swallow up my silly country pride...
Going home... running home...
down to gasoline alley where I started from...
Going home and I'm running home...
down to gasoline alley where I was born...
 
When the weather's better and the rails unfreeze...
and the wind don't whistle 'round my knees...
I'll put on my weddin' suit and catch the evening train...
I'll be home before the milk's upon the door...
Going home... running home...
down to gasoline alley where I started from...
Going home and I'm running home...
down to gasoline alley where I was born...
 
But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong...
should I stray to the house on the hill...
Let it be known that my intentions were good...
I'd be singing in my alley if I could...
And if I'm called away and it's my turn to go...
should the blood run cold in my veins...
Just one favor I'll be asking of you...
don't bury me here, it's too cold...
Take me back... carry me back...
down to gasoline alley where I started from...
 
 
* Compuesta por Rod Stewart y Ron Wood e incluida en el disco "Gasoline Alley" (1970).
02.02.2006

Blind

Are you ready?
 
This place inside my mind...
a place I like to hide...
You don't know the chances...
What if I should die?
 
A place inside my brain...
another kind of pain...
You don't know the chances...
I'm so blind...
 
Another place I find...
to escape the pain inside...
You don't know the chances...
What if I should die?
 
A place inside my brain...
another kind of pain...
You don't know the chances...
I'm so blind...
 
Deeper and deeper and deeper...
as I journey to live a life...
that seems to be a lost reality...
that can never find a way to reach...
My inner selfsteem is low...
 
How deep can I go in the ground that I lay?
If I don't find a way...
to see through the gray...
that clouds my mind...
This time I look to see...
what's between the lines...
 
I can't see, I can't see, I'm going blind...
I'm blind...
 
 
* Compuesta e interpretada por Korn, canción que abre su primer disco homónimo (1994).
27.01.2006

Se dejaba llevar por tí

Azúl, líneas en el mar...
Qué profundo y sin domar...
acaricia una verdad...
 
Y tú...
no lo pienses más...
O te largas de una vez...
o no vuelves nunca hacia atrás...
 
Se dejaba llevar...
Se dejaba llevar por tí...
No esperaba jamás...
y no espera si no es por tí...
 
Nunca la oyes hablar...
solo habla contigo y nadie más...
Nada puedes sufrir...
que él no sepa solucionar...
 
Temor...
Alcohol de quemar...
Pon tus manos a volar...
o en tus ojos el terror...
 
Azúl...
Vuelve a reflejar...
y fundido con el sol...
reina un sueño con sonido a mar...
 
Se dejaba llevar...
Se dejaba llevar por tí...
 
 
* Compuesta e interpretada por Antonio Vega en su disco "No me iré mañana" (1991).
25.01.2006

Roundabout

I'll be the round about...
The words will make you out 'n' out...
You change the day your way...
Call it morning driving thru the sound...
and in and out the valley...
 
The music dance and sing...
They make the children really ring...
I spend the day your way...
Call it morning driving thru the sound...
and in and out the valley...
 
In and around the lake...
Mountains come out of the sky...
and  they stand there...
One mile over we'll be there...
and we'll see you...
Ten true summers we'll be there...
and laughing too...
Twenty-four before my love you'll see...
I'll be there with you...
 
I will remember you...
Your silhouette will charge the view...
of distance atmosphere...
Call it morning driving thru...
the sound and even in the valley...
 
Along the drifting cloud...
the eagle searching down on the land...
Catching the swirling wind...
the sailor see the rim of the land...
The eagles dancing wings...
create as weather spins out of hand...
Go closer, hold the land, feel partly...
no more than grains of sand...
We stand to lose all time...
A thousand answers by in our hand...
Next to your deeper fears we stand...
surrounded by a million years...
 
 
* Compuesta por Jon Anderson y Steve Howe, canción que abre el disco "Fragile" de Yes (1972).
23.01.2006

Ámame si

Sí, sé que andaré en sumideros tristes...
que andaré entre los miedos...
que arden en la piel...
y quebrado al instante en tu pecho...
me aliviará tu voz...
 
Sí, sé que anduve ensimismado...
sin ver que anduviste a mi lado...
concupiscente...
no tardaré en llegar si aún me sientes...
como ahora siento yo...
 
Ámame si no voy...
Ámame si no voy...
Ámame si no estoy donde duermen...
tu aliento y el mío...
 
Y en el escombro mi risa...
parece dibujar...
la dicha que no tendré jamás...
 
Di mi nombre...
Di mi nombre...
 
Y así se acabe esta prisa...
por encontrarte ya...
y así me deje esta guerra en paz...
 
Di mi nombre...
Di mi nombre...
 
Que estoy nadando en cenizas...
que empiezo a respirar...
Y ahora tu voz no estaría de más...
 
 
* Compuesta e intepretada por Sobrinus en su disco "Zapin" (1998).
22.01.2006

I put a spell on you

I put a spell on you...
because you're mine...
 
You better stop the things you do...
I ain't lyin'...
 
You know I can't stand it...
You're runnin' around...
You know better, daddy...
I can't stand it 'cause you put me down...
 
I put a spell on you...
because you're mine...
 
I love you...
I love you anyhow...
and I don't care...
if you don't want me...
I'm yours right now...
 
You hear me...
I put a spell on you...
because you're mine...
 
 
* Compuesta e interpretada por Screamin' Jay Hawkins y originalmente lanzada como single en 1956.
17.01.2006

Moonlight Drive

Let's swim to the moon...
Let's climb through the tide...
Penetrate the evenin' that the...
city sleeps to hide...
 
Let's swim out tonight, love...
It's our turn to try...
Parked beside the ocean...
on our moonlight drive...
 
Let's swim to the moon...
Let's climb through the tide...
Surrender to the waiting worlds...
that lap against our side...
 
Nothin' left open..
and no time to decide...
We've stepped into a river...
on our moonlight drive...
 
Let's swim to the moon...
Let's climb through the tide...
You reach your hand to hold me...
but I can't be your guide...
 
Easy, I love you...
as I watch you glide...
Falling through wet forests...
on our moonlight drive...
 
 
* Compuesta por Jim Morrison e interpretada por The Doors en su segundo LP, "Strange Days" (1967).
15.01.2006

Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey, ho, let's go...
Hey, ho, let's go...
 
They're forming in a straight line...
They're going through a tight wind...
The kids are losing their minds...
The Blitzkrieg Bop...
 
They're pilling in the back seat...
They're generating steam heat...
Pulsating to the back beat...
The Blitzkrieg Bop...
 
Hey, ho, let's go...
Shoot'em in the back now...
What they want, I don't know...
They're all reved up and ready to go...
 
 
* Canción que abre el primer disco homónimo de los Ramones (1976).
04.01.2006

Everybody's got to learn sometime

Change your heart, look around you...
Change your heart, it will astound you...
I need your loving like the sunshine...
And everybody's gotta learn sometime...
Everybody's gotta learn sometime...
Everybody's gotta learn sometime...
 
 
* Compuesta por James Warren e interpretada originalmente por The Korgis como single de su LP "Dumb waiters" (1980).
31.12.2005

Bullet in the head

This time the bullet cold rocked ya...
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika...
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda...
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya...
Said it was blue...
when ya blood was red...
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head...
 
I give a shout out to the living dead...
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised?
So serene on the screen...
You was mesmerised...
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone...
Corporations cold...
Turn ya to stone before ya realise...
 
They load the clip in omnicolour...
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time...
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz...
and mutha fuckas lost their minds...
 
Just victims of the in-house drive-by...
They say jump, you say how high...
Run it! Check-a, check-a, check it out...
 
No escape from the mass mind rape...
Play it again Jack and then rewind the tape...
And then play it again and again and again...
until ya mind is locked in...
believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya...
buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya...
They say jump and ya say how high...
Ya brain-dead...
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head...
 
Ya standin' in line...
believin' the lies...
Ya bowin' down to the flag...
Ya gotta bullet in ya head...
 
A bullet in ya head...
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
 
 
* Compuesta por Zach de la Rocha e interpretada por Rage Against the machine en su album de debut "Rage against the machine" (1992).
29.12.2005

Tout les garçons et les filles

Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge...
se promènent dans la rue deux par deux...
Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge...
savent bien ce que c'est d'être heureux...
 
Et les yeux dans les yeux...
Et la main dans la main...
Ils s'en vont amoureux...
sans peur du lendemain...
 
Oui mais moi, je vais seule...
par les rues, l'âme en peine...
Oui mais moi, je vais seule...
car personne ne m'aime...
 
Mes jours comme mes nuits...
sont en tous points pareils...
Sans joies et pleins d'ennuis...
personne ne murmure "je t'aime" a mon oreille...
 
Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge...
font ensemble des projets d'avenir...
Tout les garçons et les filles de mon âge...
savent bien ce qu'aimer veut dire...
 
Et les yeux dans les yeux...
Et la main dans la main...
Ils s'en vont amoureux...
sans peur du lendemain...
 
Oui mais moi, je vais seule...
par les rues, l¡ame en peine...
Oui mais moi, je vais seule...
car personne ne m'aime...
 
Mes jous comme mes nuits...
sont en tous points pareils...
Sans joies et pleins d'ennuis...
Oh, quand donc pour moi brillera le soleil...
 
Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge...
je connaîtrai bientôt ce qu'est l'amour...
Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge...
je me demande quand viendra le jour...
 
Où mes yeux dans ses yeux...
Où la main dans sa main...
J'aurai le coeur heureux...
sans peur du lendemain...
 
Le jour où je n'aurai...
plus du tout l'âme en peine...
Le jour où moi aussi...
j'aurai quelque'un qui m'aime...
 
 
* Compuesta e interpretada por Françoise Hardy e incluida en los discos "Tout les garçons et les filles" (1962) y "The Yeh-Yeh girl from Paris" (1965).
27.12.2005

Venus

Hey, Venus!
Oh, Venus!
 
Venus, if you willl...
please send a little girl for me to thrill...
a girl who wants my kisses and my arms...
a girl with all the charms of you...
 
Venus, make her fair...
a lovely girl with sunlight in her hair...
and take the brightest stars up in the skies...
and place them in her eyes for me...
 
Venus, goddess of love that you are...
surely the things I ask...
can't be too great a task...
 
Venus, if you do...
I promise that I always will be true...
I'll give her all the love I have to give...
as long as we both shall live...
 
Hey, Venus!
Oh, Venus!
Make my wish come true...
 
 
* Interpretada por Frankie Avalon y lanzada al mercado como single en 1959.
24.12.2005

Ojalá

Ojalá que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan...
para que no las puedas convertir en cristal...
 
Ojalá que la lluvia deje de ser milagro que baja por tu cuerpo...
Ojalá que la luna pueda salir sin tí...
Ojalá que la tierra no te bese los pasos...
 
Ojalá se te acabe la mirada constante...
la palabra precisa la sonrisa perfecta...
 
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto...
una luz cegadora un disparo de nieve...
 
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte...
para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre...
en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones...
 
Ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones...
 
Ojalá que la aurora no dé gritos que caigan en mi espalda...
Ojalá que tu nombre se le olvide a esa voz...
 
Ojalá las paredes no retengan tu ruido de camino cansado...
Ojalá que el deseo se vaya tras de tí...
a tu viejo gobierno de difuntos y flores...
 
Ojalá...
 
 
* Compuesta e interpretada por Silvio Rodríguez e incluida, entre otros, en los Lp's "Cuando digo futuro" (1977) y "Al final de este viaje" (1978).
18.12.2005

Redemption song

Old pirates yes they rob I...
Sold I to the merchant ships...
Minutes after they took I from the...
bottom less pit...
 
But my hand was made strong...
by the hand of the almighty...
We forward in this generation
triumphantly...
 
All I ever had...
is songs of freedom...
Won't you help to sing...
these songs of freedom...
cause all I ever had...
redemption songs...
 
Emancipate yourselves...
from mental slavery...
None but ourselves...
can free our minds...
 
Have no fear...
for atomic energy...
Cause none of them...
can stop the time...
 
How long shall they...
kill our prophets...
while we stand...
aside and look...
 
Some say it's just...
a part of it...
We've got to fulfill...
the book...
 
Won't you help to sing...
these songs of freedom...
cause all I ever had...
redemption songs...
 
 
* Canción que cierra el último album publicado por Bob Marley & The Wailers, "Uprising" (1980).
17.12.2005

Rearviewmirror

I took a drive today...
Time to emancipate...
I guess it was the beatings...
made me wise...
 
I couldn't breathe...
Holdin' me down...
Hand on my face...
Pushed to the ground...
 
Enmity gaged...
United by fear...
Forced to endure...
what I could not forgive...
 
I seem to look away...
Wounds in the mirror waved...
It wasn't my surface...
most defiled...
 
Head at your feet...
Fool to your crown...
Fist on my plate...
Swallowed it down...
 
Enmity gaged...
United by fear...
Tried to endure...
what I could not forgive...
 
Saw things...
Clearer...
Once you...
Were in my...
Rearview mirror...
 
I gather speed...
from you fucking with me...
Once and for all...
I'm far away...
 
I hardly believe...
finally the shades...
are raised...
hey...
 
Saw things...
so much clearer...
Once you...
Rearview mirror...
 
 
* Compuesta por Eddie Vedder e interpretada por Pearl Jam en su segundo disco "Vs." (1993).
15.12.2005

Énfasis

Bailo sobre la hélice roja...
de las navajas que al girar...
hacen volar mi énfasis...
 
Oigo más de lo que dice...
da a entender lo que nunca dice...
preparado para este lento énfasis...
 
Sé que no puedo ecualizarlo...
sé que no consigo mezclarlo...
es vértigo-fe en desorden...
 
Ojalá te ayude a respirar y arder...
Sin dejar rastro...
 
Dentro sucede a otro ritmo...
de repente deja de interesarme...
vértigo-fe en desorden...
 
Desata mis manos y mis pies...
me impide contar hasta diez...
antes de actuar grita mi énfasis...
 
Ojalá te ayude a respirar y arder...
Sin dejar rastro...
 
Énfasis...
 
 
* Compuesta por Antonio Arias a través del poema "Tientos de erótica celeste" de José Val del Omar e interpretada por Lagartija Nick en su disco "Val del Omar" (1998).
14.12.2005

First we take Manhattan

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom...
For trying to change the system from within...
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them...
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin...
 
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens...
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin...
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons...
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin...
 
I'd really like to live beside you, baby...
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes...
But you see that line ther moving through the station?
I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those...
 
Ah, you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win...
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline...
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin...
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin...
 
I don't like your fashion business mister...
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin...
I don't like what happened to my sister...
First we take Manhattan, the we take Berlin...
 
I'd really like to live beside you, baby...
 
And I thank you for those items that you sent me...
The monkey and the plywood violin...
I practiced every night, now I'm ready...
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin...
 
I am guided...
 
Ah, remember me, I used to live for music...
Remember me, I brought your groceries in...
Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded...
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin...
 
 
* Compuesta por Leonard Cohen e incluida en el disco "I'm your man" (1988).
10.12.2005

In my eyes

You tell me you like the taste...
You just need an excuse...
You tell me it calms your nerves...
You just think it looks cool...
You tell me you want to be different...
You just change for the same...
You tell me it's only natural...
You just need the proof...
 
Did you fucking get it?
 
It's in my eyes...
And it doesn't look that way to me...
In my eyes...
 
You tell me that nothing matters...
You're just fucking scared...
You tell me that I'm better...
You just hate yourself...
You tell me that you like her...
You just wish you did...
You tell me that I make no difference...
At least I'm fuckin' trying...
 
What the fuck have you done?
 
It's in my eyes...
And it doesn't look that way to me...
In my eyes...
 
 
* Compuesta por Ian McKaye, interpretada por Minor Threat e incluida en su EP "In my eyes" (1981).
09.12.2005

Invalid litter dept.

Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies...
that had knocked the pins down...
These shoes gripped on the ballroom floor...
In the silhouette of dying...
(...dancing on the corpses ashes...)
 
Yeah, they had plans for him...
They had spun the last of the pimps...
Corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips...
while the guillotine laughs again...
(...dancing on the corpses ashes...)
 
Paramedics fell into the wound...
like rehired scabs at a barehanded plant...
An anesthetic penance beneath...
the hail of contraband...
 
Defected, excommunicated...
All pulses subverted...
They made sure the obituaries...
showed pictures of smoke stacks...
 
A vivid dissection that mocked...
the strut of vivisection...
Semi-automatic colonies...
and a silencing that still walks the streets...
 
In the company of wolves...
was a stretcher made of...
cobblestone curfews...
The federales perform...
their custodial customs well...
 
Callous heels numbed in travel...
Endless maps made by their scalpels...
 
On my way nails broke and fell...
into the wishing well...
 
They'd call it a wasteland...
Auslander plates...
You know its armor was human...
Drove stakes into the main camps...
Eyesockets sank into...
the back of its head again...
This frequency was jet lagged...
Yes, the wrinkles mate...
with the owner's manual...
 
Frequent flyers in denial...
and all the while...
emergency is evident...
Revenants were the statues...
Radar learning of huddled masses...
 
Sutured all the patience...
of this nursing home...
Omitted from the pages...
of this burial ground...
 
Labor concentrated...
in this sheepless chapel...
 
They call it a wasteland...
 
 
* Incluida en el album "Relationship of command" de At the drive-in (2000).
08.12.2005

Working class hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small...
By giving you no time instead of it all...
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all...
A working class hero is something to be...
 
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school...
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool...
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules...
A working class hero is something to be...
 
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years...
Then they expect you to pick a career...
When you can't really function you're so full of fear...
A working class hero is something to be...
 
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV...
And you think you're so clever and class less and free...
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see...
A working class hero is something to be...
 
There's room at the top they are telling you still...
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill...
If you want to be like the folks on the hill...
A working class hero is something to be...
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me...
 
 
* Compuesta e interpretada por John Lennon en su primer disco oficial en solitario, "Plastic Ono Band" (1970).
07.12.2005

Searching for Mr. Right

Searching for Mr. Right...
waiting up half the night...
 
Feeling like I'll be dead...
before I'm old...
 
Teaching myself to be...
the young untold...
 
How can I hope to be...
someone for you to see?
 
Blind as the fate decrees...
I will go on...
 
Teaching myself to be...
the young untold...
 
Am I in vain tonight?
Love you against the light...
 
Who can you be...
Mr. Right?
 
 
* Incluida en el único LP de Young Marble Giants titulado "Colossal Youth" (1980).
06.12.2005

En el lago

Ayer tarde al lago fui
con la intención de conocer algo nuevo...
Nos reunimos allí
y todo comenzó a surgir como un sueño...
 
Creo recordar que por la noche...
el pájaro blando echó a volar...
en nuestros corazones...
en busca de una estrella fugaz...
 
Vimos juntos el amanecer
y el lago reflejó nuestros sueños...
En silencio fuimos a caer
junto al gran monte...
aquel que nos dió el amor...
 
No puedo negar que me hizo daño...
que mi corazón huye de ti...
Has de ser como la mañana...
del dia que te conocí...
 
 
* incluida en el primer album de Triana, "El patio" (1975)
 
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