The letting go - Mount Moriah

Ooh, lover don't you know
All that's left now is some hope?
Thread worn thin on all our clothes,
But where we've been is what we choose.

All you wanted was a wife,
a lover to lie down beside at night,
A patient heart easing your troubled mind,
A home to keep you from the outside.

Ooh, lover can't you tell
a broken love from chiming wedding bells?
Lover, help me to be
A woman with only the truest offering.

Forget Her- Jeff Buckley

Hay personas que son felices logrando no pensar en nada. Hay otro tipo de personas que son incapaces de hacerlo. Que su bendición es maldición y viceversa para que las cosas nunca terminen por cambiar.




while this town is busy sleeping
all the noises died away
i walk the streets to stop my weeping
‘cause she'll never change her ways

don't fool yourself
she was heartache from the moment that you met her
my heart feels so still
as i try to find the will to forget her somehow
oh i think i've forgotten her now

her love is a rose pale and dying
dropping her petals and men unknown
all full of wine the world before her
or sober with no place to go

don't fool yourself
she was heartache from the moment that you met her
my heart is frozen still
cause i try to find the will to forget her somehow
she's somewhere out there now



oh my tears are falling down as i try to forget
her love was a joke from the day that we met
all of the words all of the men
all of my pain when i think back to when
remember her hair as it shone in the sun
the smell of the bed when i knew what she'd done
tell yourself over and over you wont ever need her again

But don't fool yourself
she was heartache from the moment that you met her
oh my heart is frozen still
as i try to find the will to forget her somehow
she's out there somewhere now

oh
she was heartache from the day that i first met her
my heart is frozen still
as i try to find the will to forget you somehow
cause i know you're somewhere out there right now

Suficiente

If it means nothing to you
Why'd you sing with me at all?

Desconozco si tomas el café cortado,
si te gustan los yogures de frutas,
o si prefieres no desayunar.
No tengo ni idea de si usas la maquinilla,
o si prefieres las desechables,
si escuchas música mientras te duchas,
o si te preparas la cena con mimo.
Nunca te he visto nadar
ni mucho menos conducir un descapotable.
¿Y es que acaso eso es relevante?
No sé quien eres y no me importa.

Desconoces con cuantas mantas duermo,
si padezco de insomnio
o si prefiero pasar las noches escribiendo.
No tienes ni idea de cada cuanto me corto el pelo,
si prefiero hacerlo yo misma,
si leo poco,
o si soy más de vodka que de whisky.
Nunca me has visto bailar
ni mucho menos pintar un cuadro.
¿Y es que acaso eso es relevante?
No sabes quien soy y te importa.

Crying

I thought that I was over you
But it's true, so true

Las sospechas se confirmababan
y un murmullo de certeza
enfilaba tus vertientes.
A ambos lados del coral,
cristalino como la marea
que se me movilizaba en los montes.
Sobre ti, resbalando los años,
las aspiraciones,
las ganas de ser estrella en escenario.
Te enfundaste en tu cazadora negra
y saliste remando en canoa.
Nunca te gustó chapotear en el río
y mucho menos en mi sexo.

Adele- Someone like you

Ella lo dice todo.

Dream of life- Patti Smith

Otra barbaridad de la señora Smith,


I'm with you always
You're ever on my mind
In a light to last a whole life through
Each way I turn
the sense of you surrounds
in every step I take
In all I do
Your thoughts your schemes
captivate my dreams
Everlasting, ever new

Sea returns to sea
And sky to sky
In a life of dream am I
When I'm with you

Deep in my heart
How the presence of you shines
In a light to last a whole life through
I recall the wonder of it all
Each dream of life I'll share with you

Sea returns to sea
And sky to sky
In a life of dream am I
When I'm with you

I'm with you always
You're ever on my mind
In a light to last a whole life through
The hand above
turns those leaves of love
All and all a timeless view
Each dream of life
Flung from paradise
Everlasting, ever new

Dream of Life
Dream Of Life

Tulsa- Seguramente me lo merezco

¿Existe la canción perfecta? Pues sí.



Pienso en que esta noche me acosté con Satán,
más que nada para olvidar que tú no eres de verdad.
Ya sé que he debido de hacerme mayor
porque ya no creo en el amor y algo más en el dolor.


Yo no soy una de esas ilustres amigas tuyas
que la comen tan bien.
Y ahora ves que quiero estar un rato más contigo
y tu no me quieres ver.


Me he quedado dormida
mientras leías y ya no sé
si estoy muerta o viva.


Yo no soy más que otra amante y odiante de tus sonrisas
que no le debes al sol.
Y ahora ves que quiero estar un rato más contigo
y tú no me quieres ver.


Pronto te olvidaste de mí
y de las cosas que llegaste a decir
antes de mentir.
Pero yo nunca olvidaré
aquella noche en aquel hotel
al sur del país.


Pronto te olvidaste de mí
y de las cosas que llegaste a decir
antes de mentir.
Y me has dejado tirada otra vez
con canciones que no llego a entender…
me lo merezco, me lo merezco.


AMÉN

Listen Girl - Niño y Pistola as Arthur & the Writers (Conciertos de Radio3)

Listen girl,
I just did what I did
but I know I'll be waiting for you.

Hoy, en la Iguana Club de Vigo.

Patti Smith y Carta a los Reyes Magos

Porque sí, porque hoy es hoy. Y bueno porque me he topado con Patti Smith por la mañana. ¿Acaso una persona puede tener más magnetismo? Yo creo que es imposible.

"No considero que escribir sea un acto silencioso, introspectivo. Es un acto físico. Cuando estoy en casa, con mi máquina de escribir, me vuelvo loca. Camino como un mono. Me humedezco. Tengo orgasmos. En vez de inyectarme heroína, me masturbo catorce veces seguidas. Tengo visiones. Naves descendiendo sobre las pirámides aztecas. Templos. Así es como escribo mi poesía".

Ahí es nada.

Y ahí es nada la siguiente versión de Dancing barefoot.



Ala y allá va, mi pequeña gran lista. Esperando que los Reyes, en los tiempos de guerras online que corren, sean el ciberespacio y no los padres. :)

- Patti Smith - POESÍA.
- Patti Smith - Éramos unos niños.
- Lydia Cacho - Esclavas del poder.
- José Saramago - El viaje del elefante.
- Stephen Hawking - El gran diseño.
- Eric Clapton - Autobiografía.

PD: ¡¡¡Free Assange!!! (aunque presumiblemente pueda ser un cabroncete en lo privado... o bueno, un jodido subnormal)

Pneumonia - Björk

Get over the sorrow, girl
The world is always going to be made of this

You can trust in it
Unless you breathe in
Bravely

I adore how you simply surrender to high

And your lungs
They're mourning
TB-style

All the still-born love that could've happened
All the moments you should have embraced
All the moments you should have not locked up

Understand
So clearly
To shut yourself up
Is the hugest crime of them all
You're just crying after all
To not want them humans around
Anymore

Get over the sorrow, girl

Fuck the people - The Kills

Como molaría ser una estrella del rock a veces, puedes sudar, escupir y fumar sobre un escenario diciendo cosas como ésta:



Pues eso no? Bien claro está.
Con dios.

Father and son- Yusuf Islam

It's not time to make a change
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young that's your fault
There's so much you have to know
Find a girl settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me, i am old
But i'm happy

I was once like you are now
And i know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found
Something's going on
But take your time, think a lot
Think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not

How can i try to explain
When i do he turns away again
It's always been the same
Same old story
From the moment i can talk
I was ordered to listen
Now there's a way and i know
That i have to go away
I know i have to go...

It's not time to make a change
Just sit down and take it slowly
You're still young that's your fault
There's so much you have to go through
Find a girl settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me, i am old but i'm happy

All the times that i've cried
Keeping all the things i knew inside
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it
If they were right i'd agree
But it's them they know not me
Now there's a way and i know
That i have to go away
I know i have to go...

Regina Spektor- Us

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious

Noches distintas

Infinita ingenuidad, ilusión centesimal,
me creía tan capaz con mi capsula de albal,
mi torpeza fue total, de tan grande es demencial,
no detecto una señal, nunca encontraré el lugar
donde al fin me entienda.



Sin la espera infinita
del microsegundo de encontrarte,
al otro lado de la sábana
enredada en el dedo meñique de tu pie.
Vacía, sin la estancia privada
de los besos de verso loco
y musicalidad en pausa,
veo pasar el techo azul
desde el que nos observa el mismo astro
pero no la misma estrella.
La distancia es creciente
y yo te pienso como en fuga,
de no querer pensarte lo mismo demasiado
y recrearme en la vena que profano,
en cada llamada en la que
se me inyecta, despacito y sin querer,
la risa y la observación elocuente,
guardadas para los minutos precisos (preciosos),
que sin embargo no comprenden a la sábana
en la que te enredas otras veces.


Negándome (para variar) a contrariar las leyes de la matemática básica...
que el más siempre sume...

Alanis Morissete- Orchid

Época de descansos y reencuentros. De búsqueda...
En breves, volverá la inspiración. Disculpen las molestias.


Nuevamente, Alanis Morissette, con una de sus mejores canciones, inconmensurablemente apropiada.



Me, and my helmet such an un-conventional kid
All intense and kinetic, at best tolerated from afar
Not yet arrested, and by that I mean betrothed
though a start I am newly courted
I've just not been trusted with alters

I'm a sweet piece of work, well intentioned yet disturbed
wrongly label-ed and under-fed, treated like a rose as an orchid

My friends, as they weigh in, get understandably protective
They have a hard time being objective
So inside we cancel each other out

I'm a sweet piece of work, well intentioned and unloved
unlabeled and misunderstood, treated like a rose as an orchid

You've brought water to me, making sure my bloom rebounds
you know best of what my special care allows

So I've lived in my blind spot
thought myself usual when I'm not
and your garden is a nice spot
as long as it is brave and where you are

For this sweet piece of work, high maintenance and deserted
I've been different and deserving, treated like a rose as an orchid
Sweet piece of work, overwhelmed un-observed
I've been bowed down to but so misread
treated like a rose as an orchid

Añada de Ana la friolera- Nacho Vegas

No vuelve la ola al mar

Esperando al 10 de julio... :)

Josh Ritter- Change of time

I had a dream last night
And when I opened my eyes
Your shoulder blade your spine
Were shorelines in the moon light
New worlds for the weary
New lands for the living
I could make it if I tried
I closed my eyes I kept on swimming

(rough seas they carry me wherever I go)

Hoy

If you love me, with all of your heart.
If you love me, I'll make you a star in my universe.
you'll never have to go to work.
you'll spend everyday, shining your light my way.






"Esto es lo que hay. Nunca será perfecto. Siempre habrá exámenes, enfermedades, malas épocas y gente a tu al rededor que sufre. El truco está en intentar ser lo más feliz posible dentro de las circunstancias que se nos presenten"

I'll be seing you- Billy Holiday

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carrousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way

I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you

That Particular time- Alanis Morissette

at that particular moment I knew staying with you meant deserting me
that particular month was harder than you'd believe but I still left
at that particular time