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Where the eye stops seeing light (Demon of survivors)

junio 26, 2009

Well, well, well, well

Don’t try to defy me
As for I am the demon of life
Don’t you dare not to survive
I’ll control the karma flow

And when your life is not fully destroyed
In this open seas you’ll find a buoy
And your life is not fully destroyed
In this open seas go grab the buoy

Carry on, move on carry on

…Let those snakes swim in my marrow
It would be too bloody to take them out
We spirits are here to hear you shout
And set up a bonfire wherever you go

And when your life is not fully destroyed
In this open seas you’ll find a buoy
And your life is not fully destroyed
In this open seas go grab the buoy

When your eye stops seeing light,
happiness will be your McGuffin
a nonexistent piece of time
that is there much more than you think
but you can’t stop life going on
‘cause I’m the Demon of Survivors.

~~ Dedicado
a la que parece
no olvidar nunca

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Good ol’ Mike

junio 26, 2009

Eras estilo.
Eras clase.
Gran imagen.

Eras funk
en el pop,
pero pasó.

Eras soul,
que tu alma
halle calma
en nuestras voces.
Cosas atroces
se han comentado.
No me ha importado.
No tiene que ver.
Tu espíritu nunca volverá a nacer
Solo algunos que querrán imitar.
¡Ojalá todos! Pues eras genial.

In memoriam
Michael Joseph Jackson
1958-2009

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Cider Chocolate

junio 24, 2009

Me esperabas ansiosa
recostada en mi cama,
timida, impaciente, nerviosa,
con tu cabeza sobre mi almohada

Te recogí entre mis manos
y leía en tí la pasión.
mientras te agarraba con mis abrazos
tocamos una de John

Sin duda nos hemos envuelto
en un viaje hacia el interior,
estará pronto o tarde resuelto,
si más tarde que pronto mejor.

Bienvenida seas, voz de acero
a la vida del notable callado.
Pronto nos conoceremos,
si prometes estar a mi lado.

Te enseñaré a tocar Frusciante.
Improvisaremos los dos drogados.

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Veredict, Mr. Freud?

junio 16, 2009

Long desert Road
From Huelva to Cordoba
Driving, flying low
Suddenly…

…Time is blank
we find this shack
and we stop by

She’s my life,
I hold a knife
Someone’s gotta die… yeah

Someone’s gotta die
Someone’s going to die, yeah

Now I’m her
The knife’s into his heart
I gotta call them
but now, how?

I call boss
Help me I’m lost
And he’s vanishing

Help me y’all
I can’t give a call
He’s not making it…yeah

He’s not making it
He’s not going to make it, yeah
And I can’t help my love my love
And ask him why to go
Why to show me his blood
If I can’t speak loud
and I’ve always love him?
Although this is just a dream…

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Spark

junio 6, 2009

Ah
I’m the sun
I’m a spirit
I’m the moon
Dove
I’m the love
floating high
in this room

Uh, is that you?
Let me feel the magnetism
Uh, are you true?
You’re sparking with my rhythm

Uh
I’m no fool
I’m just ethereal
I’m a soul
Say,
is there a way
to be matter
in this world?

It’s so hard to find something in this world
what’s my goal?
where’s my goal?

Please hear me shout

Say it
Today
Something

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Haiku de Baro

junio 4, 2009

Eres la chispa
de la dimensión siete.
Estallas tu sol.

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Banhart

mayo 29, 2009

Muse
You will be amused
But when you die
No, I won’t cry
If your thoughts are on me
This
time for just me
I learned too much
not to be such
one to be other than me

If you’re the price not to be alone
Think twice,
who’s really gonna be loved?

Sang
Lararala ah
And when I stopped
My right shoulder hurt
Though I couldn’t care less
Calm
Forgot I’m calm
Personified
So traveling the sky
Should go well with myself

I’m where the clouds are all marshmallows
You know me well, so find my shadow
Roaming the lands of cinnamon
Uncaring if we’re both alone.

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