martes, 30 de enero de 2007

nada que decir (iv)



1,2,3, sol

Una cosa más vamos a cantar,
una oración al desayunar.

Gracias por venir.
Gracias, ¿Cuánto tardas en salir de allí?
Tantas vueltas para acabar en el refranero.
¿Y qué te esperabas?

La mañana ya llegó, hoy puede ser un gran día.

¡Ya sale el sol!
¡Por el balcón!

Vasos, cucharas...
a través de tu risa la vida me pide perdón.
Vasos, cucharas, buenas caras.

Sube a la mesa...

Una cosa más... vamos a cambiar
toda la ilusión por curiosidad.

¡Ya sale el sol!
¡Por el balcón!

Cuántas vueltas para acabar en el perchero...
junto a la mesa.

Vasos, cucharas...
romper un silencio así ya tiene perdón.

¡Viva la guerra!

La mañana ya llegó, hoy puede ser un gran día.
La mañana ya llegó... hoy puede ser...

1,2,3, sol
standstill - vivalaguerra
[2006]

viernes, 26 de enero de 2007

nada que decir (III)



terra nova

How could I
Have led these men to their demise
And they just follow?
Exploration's last great prize
It wasn't mine

And mores the shame
You will remember my name

Great god
This is an awful place
And I do not think that we can hope
For any better things now
Oh the end
Cannot be far
It cannot be far
I cannot wait
Explorations last great prize
A saving grace
It wasn't mine

And mores the shame
You will remember my name

terra nova
iLiKETRAiNS - progress reform
[audio cd; 2006]

nada que decir (II)



dondante


In a dream I saw you walkin, like a kid alive and talkin, that was you.
In the classroom you were teachin, on the streets you were policing that was you.
To the one I now know most, I will tell them of your ghost like a thing,
that never, ever was.
And all that ever mattered will some day turn back to batter like a joke.
Behind thin walls you hid your feelins, take four legs to make a ceilin like a thing.
In a dream I saw you walkin, with your friends alive and talking, that was you.
Well I saw it in your movement, and even though you never knew it.
Well, I knew, just how sweet it could be, if you'd never left these streets.
You had me worried!
So worried, that this would last...
But now I'm learning, learning that this will pass...

dondante
my morning jacket - z
[ato Records; 2005]

jueves, 25 de enero de 2007

nada que decir (I)



funeral

I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were

At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow (alive is very poetic)
For'e (before) they died had trees to hang their hope

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral


the great salt lake

Back of the boat was painted wrecking ball
There was country music playing but he don’t like it all

There was whiskey bottle spilling and a lake it was made of salt

Well look out back there was a note on the door it saying,
“Everybody listen we will be the next on the hope ”

Well if you find yourself falling apart
Well I am sure I could steer
The great salt lake
Falling apart
Well I am sure I could steer
The great salt lake

Your old man was but a wishing machine
It’s time that you could spin
Now that he is getting old
the watering hole
It’s a place to lay south or the heads of coyote

Now if you find yourself falling apart
Well I am sure I could steer
The great salt lake

Follow me home
We want more
Follow me home
We all want more
If ever beat down
We know who we are
They know who we are
If ever beat down
We know who we are
They all know we want more

band of horses - everything all the time
[subpop;2006]