jueves, 30 de abril de 2009

El día en que la Tierra permaneció estúpida

Dos canciones para una noche de insomnio.


Clem Snide - Collapse

When it finally collapsed all you heard was the radio static
and the fluttering sound of a bird that was trapped in the attic.
But you couldn't be sure that it wasn''t just all in your head
as you carefully swept all the broken glass out of your bed.

When it finally collapsed all the actors were hotly protesting:
the people they had to portray were a little depressing.
So a grass roots initiative based upon sharing and trust
Went into production to harness the power of dust.

When it finally collapsed as it had been since way before when
the pedophiles did their rendition of You've Got a Friend
and everyone had to admit that it wasn't half bad,
but they still felt uneasy fearing they'd be dismissed as a fad.

When it finally collapsed giant billboards made people aware
of the idea that we are comprised of just water and air.
And a vandal had written that Jesus knows just how you feel
when you're falling asleep, asleep at the wheel.
When you're falling asleep,
asleep at the wheel.



Castanets - No Light to Be Found
(Fare thee Faith, the Path Is Yours)

I've got something that my baby wants
and I've got something that my baby wants
And she's got something that I want too
Baby and I are through

I've been down to the bottom
with a bad, bad man
Down to the bottom babe
with a bad, bad man
Lay me down with your gentle hand

Well he said this darkness, it was untrue
And first he said this darkness, darlin', it was untrue
and that there was no light to be found in you
But I know, darlin', that that's not true

And I had a dream so black that I could not tell
Oh, honey, I had a dream so dark that I could not tell
But I know that's just as well

And I don't know, babe, just where you've been
I don't know, darlin', just where you've been
but I've hung myself heavy here.
Babe, I don't know where the hell I am

I thought that man, babe,
he might have something that I need
I thought that man, darlin',
he might have something that I need
But he had no anger for you or for me
And, babe, I swear
that man never even knew I was here

Some of these friends of mine,
how I miss them so
Good Lord, these sweet friends of mine
how I miss them so
But some of these, others beg
well they're driving me around
on some cold, dark, and strange
and deathly roads

Take me down to your river
I want to see how it runs
Down to your river, darlin',
I want to know just how it runs
But if that man waits on the path
then I know for good that I'm done

And I got a feeling
that man, he's just begun

domingo, 26 de abril de 2009

Albatross

Mi primer disco de Johnny Cash fue un recopilatorio titulado Guess Things Happen that Way que me costó trescientas pesetas cuando Carrefour todavía se llamaba Continente y la americana, country a secas.
Luego llegaron los cinco volúmenes de American Recordings, una película aberrante y hordas de modernos desorientados masacrando Hurt -lo de Catpeople no tiene nombre-; llegó incluso el rechazo al lugar común, al Man in Black y al mito fácil de güisqui y neurosis on the rocks que durante un tiempo conquistó a todos los gorriones que en este mundo han sido.
Sin embargo las canciones, como las fidelidades antiguas, siempre sobreviven. Y, como las fidelidades antiguas, recuperan el sentido en noches como ésta, cuando no hay mucho más que hacer que mirar al Este y esperar que Dios agarre un palo y le pegue tan fuerte al sol que no dé tiempo ni a sacar la bandera del hoyo.




Johnny Cash - Guess Things Happen that Way

Well you ask me if I'll forget my baby.
I guess I will, someday.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
You ask me if I'll get along.
I guess I will, someway.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

God gave me that girl to lean on,
then he put me on my own.
Heaven help me be a man
and have the strength to stand alone.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

You ask me if I'll miss her kisses.

I guess I will, everyday.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
You ask me if I'll find another.
I don't know. I can't say.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

God gave me that girl to lean on,
then he put me on my own.
Heaven help me be a man
and have the strength to stand alone.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

domingo, 19 de abril de 2009

The season has arrived


Fact:
volver a casa solo después de un concierto debe de ser lo más parecido que existe a encerrarse en una habitación oscura al día siguiente de un exceso de MDMA.
Fact: el Typex tapa, pero no borra.
Fact: demostrado, Pavese no ayuda a dormir.


Belle & Sebastian - I'm Waking Up to Us

I need someone to take some joy in something I do;

you need a man who's either rich or losing a screw.

You know I love you, here's the irony.
You're going to walk away intact.
I think you never liked me, anyway,
you like yourself and you like men to kiss your arse
expensive clothes...
please stop me there.

I think I'm waking up to us: we're a disaster.
You dont want to know me
'cause you move in circles of the brave
where art defines their lives.

She was the one love of my life and I let her go.
And if I look like death today,
then please let her know
I never wanted to do harm to her.
I only wanted her to see the beauty of the world surrounding her.
But when she opened up her eyes it's much too late,
our chance has gone:
she's with a guy who takes the prize
for everything I ever showed her,
digging all the fun because she's older.
I fed her with a spoon,
I made her mother smile:
I helped the kid survive.

She was the one love of my life,
she showed me the road.
I loved her dog, her steady gaze, the chapter is closed,
the chapter is closed,
the chapter is closed.

I always wanted all the best for her,
the best thing was to stay away.
She grew up and she left the rest of us
and now the understanding's gone.

I haven't changed,

how could I?
I'm pretty much the same person.
I cannot keep the anger hidden anymore,
but lucky for you, you are not around.
My anger turns to pity and to love:
the season has arrived,
the season has arrived.


miércoles, 15 de abril de 2009

Did you ever go clear?

Después de casi veinte años escuchando esta canción, sigo sin encontrar palabras para decribir el sentimiento que me produce.

Supongo que no hace ninguna falta.

lunes, 13 de abril de 2009

Ha sido divertido

Esto es lo último que me faltaba por ver: muy a mi pesar, me gusta una canción de Nudozurdo.
Ni prejuicios puede tener ya uno.

Días de Omeprazol (II)

Está noche no dormiré veinte miligramos después.
Fumaré,
haré anagramas de las palabras prohibidas
y volveré a los mapas antiguos con celo de colegial.

Otra noche como ésta -pero no era como ésta- tres años atrás, grabé por última vez una canción en castellano.
Sirva el ejercicio de nostalgia como prueba circunstancial de mi no-existencia.


Nadie Quiere a Nadie (Excepto Johnny Gray)

Nadie quiere a nadie

y mis palabras son formas de pensarte,
arte donde no hay amor.
Mis palabras son como un perro muerto al sol.

Nadie quiere a nadie, excepto Johnny Gray;
ha debido ser frustrante no encontrarle a él.
Ahora sé dónde estoy, ahora sé.
Ahora sé dónde estoy ahora.

Y las farolas pintarán de azul las calles
y los malditos hablarán, hablarán...
Hoy llueve como nunca y tú a cubierto como siempre.

Nadie quiere a nadie, nadie quiere a nadie,
nadie quiere a nadie, nadie quiere a nadie.

Adiós, mi amor.
Mi amor, adiós.
Será perfecto, mi amor.

martes, 7 de abril de 2009

Canción número 23

Se llama Old Goodbyes y no entró en el disco por puritito cansancio.




Old Goodbyes

Early Sunday morning,
by the sound of the bell
I can tell the day's going to be some kind of nightmare.
I walk you to the station
with your suitcase in my hands;
all is well just as long as the lights are on
and no one asks you.

It's like you said:
sometimes you pretend
and sometimes you just forget
as pages are turned over.
But some lines remain in your mind
through the test of time
to carve their way into your old goodbyes.

And maybe I am guilty for the things you've left undone,
I don't know,
maybe I am the scratch on your knee not healing.
When your mother gave you away
you just couldn't say a word,
welcome home,
now the world looks new to you
but it turns faster,
way much faster

like you said:
sometimes you pretend
and sometimes you just forget
as pages are turned over.
But some lines remain in your mind
through the test of time
to carve their way into your old goodbyes.

lunes, 6 de abril de 2009

Días de Omeprazol

Proclama tu orgullo en los días claros, a solas,
y no transijas ni cierres la puerta a los amigos de otros.
Llámame cuando creas que llueve demasiado poco
y sea como "en alguna parte tiene que haber un hierro para mí".
Comprende que el silencio es mío,
tan mío como las palabras que, leídas, no se han pronunciado nunca.
En tu boca, mío; en tus ojos, mío.

Exige de las esquinas que unan, exige que separen,
exige que ninguna calle lleve a ninguna calle porque de qué te serviría, de todos modos.
Haz lo que yo hago y mastica treinta y dos veces por minuto
el pan dulce,
la sombra obscena de tus padres
y la tierra que fue y será siempre
otra cosa.

Y que tu estómago sepa perdonarte, sis,
esta noche de píldoras y luz azul
a la que nadie quiere poner nombre.

viernes, 3 de abril de 2009

Damn it, se ha roto el estuche

El último de los Great Lake Swimmers salió hace dos días y venía con esto dentro.
Debería llevar una pegatina advirtiéndolo.



This is the place where I felt
like the world's tallest self-supporting tower
(At least for a little while, anyway)