A dream of her

"A veces sueño, a veces. Cuando despierto la luz me hace reflexionar. Ese foco de energía se hace intenso, se somete a la vigilia. Anoche soñé, decirte lo contrario sería como atraparte en un sueño." J.S.


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A dream of her, I honestly don't remember when
Should I tell all my friends, I'm gonna do myself in
Sure they'll try to stop me, try to call cops on me
But I kill myself, force them to give in
And it's a long way to sanity but I know you won't show me, anyway.

All my Little Words

"Todas esas palabras que una vez pronuncié fueron fruto de una condena personal. Ahora se atascan en mi paladar y se funde con mi pensamiento. Son las cosas pequeñas las que nos hacen gigantes en el otro lado del cemento. Mientras, pensaré que tus alas te llevaron por otros derroteros y a la vez las flores crecieron donde nunca sopló el viento." J.S.

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You are a splendid butterfly
It is your wings that make you beautiful
And I could make you fly away
But I could never make you stay
You said you were in love with me
Both of us know that that's impossible
And I could make you rue the day
But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China
Not if I could sing like a bird
Not for all North Carolina
Not for all my little words
Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn't matter what I'll do
Not for all my little words

Now that you've made me want to die
You tell me that you're unboyfriendable
And I could make you pay and pay
But I could never make you stay

Western Hero

"Dicen que fue un héroe, algo parecido a una estatua de cemento. Ahora en el este el sol se esconde antes de tiempo. El mar parece un lienzo. Las olas tu pelo, el azul mi tiempo paralizado en el horizonte de nuestro recuerdo. Ahora tendremos que partir, pero antes del amanecer el agua empujará nuestros cuerpos y despertaremos ahogados entre nuestros besos." J.S.
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Frontier town, home of the westren heroFrontier justice, dealt with the iron hand
He wore a long coat to the groundHe wore big boots that made a soundHe wore a six gun on his hipBut now he doesn't carry it
Sure enough, he was a western heroOn the deck, sighting an old Jap zero
And on the shores at NormandyHe fought for you, he fought for meAcross the land and on the seaBut now he's just a memory
And in the distance, the rocket's red glareThe bombs burst in the airThis time we're never going back
Through the years he changed somehowHe's different nowHe's different now
Open fire, here comes the western heroStanding there, big money in his handSure enough, he was a western hero, Sure enough

Chains, Chains, Chains

El hijo del cuchillo más afilado de la Historia del cine, es un aventajado de su tiempo y de su generación. Uno de esos artistas que siempre vuelven, nunca se van. Pasarán miles de años y sus melodías seguirán recorriendo nuestra piel como quien recorre un mapa de poros en una tarde de abril.

Javier Mateos.


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Harm's Swift Way

"Hace tiempo prometí no volver a reptar por el desierto de la soledad, ni volver a escalar montañas por nadie ni nada jamás. Creí encontrar en la lucha un lugar donde poder aparcar el temor a olvidar. Nunca me reconozco en la oscuridad, siempre recuerdo luz angelical. Ahora el silencio se ha vuelto a apoderar de tus labios, de tu lengua selectiva y has construido ese muro imposible que lo único que hará, es dejarte atrás. No intentes trepar cuando ni tan siquiera quieres volver a disfrutar. Abraza tu tormento sin querer amar, el miedo te lo agradecerá". J.S.

There is a home out of harms swift way*
I set myself to find
I swore to my love I would
Bring her there
Then I left my love behind
The desert was long
The mountain high
The road ran steep and winding
The promises so easily made
Unbearable, yet binding
Oh me, oh my
Who's gonna count my time

Time will go, it never stays
Memory locked in her passing
Try, oh try to cling to her
Until she becomes everlasting
The world's still blue
My word's still true
I feel I'm turning hollow
She does as she please
If ever she leaves
I'll strangle upon the sorrow
Oh me, oh my
Who's gonna mark my time

The road is past, tomorrow the sky
Between sometimes is blinding
Someday soon when I turn to cloud
I will fly on her wings somehow
Wrapped in the road and filled with above
The ground seems to fade away
Hold to the earth like a new born child
Pray she returns someday
Oh me, oh my
Who's gonna mark my time

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Come Home

Ryan Adams, vaquero que en solitario y bajo la luz de la luna cabalga lento y seguro, ha vuelto para entregar un precioso disco de esos tan suyos, tan íntimos y desnudos, que nos vuelve a enamorar. "Come Home" es una súplica, desde la calma de la soledad y la descarnada añoranza, que representa anhelar el regreso de alguien amado al hogar. Sitios comunes dirán unos, quizá, pero aquí hay suavidad y calidez otoñal. 

PLAY IT:     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsU7MJLEYh0

"Come Home"

You built this house

You built it stone by stone

Hammer in your hand

You build this home

This house is strong

You raised it with your love

A shelter from the winds

From the cold and dark

And nobody has to cry to make it seem real

And nobody has to hide the way that they feel

If you stay right here tomorrow you'll be fine

I will be here for you standing by your side

So come home, come home

You built those walls

To hide your fears inside

We were younger then

It's safe now to come outside

We built this home

On this little piece of land

The sky above is dark

No rain comes in

Nobody has to cry to make it seem real

Nobody has to hide the way that they feel

If you stay right here tomorrow you'll be fine

I will be here for you standing by your side

So come home, come home

As the storm grows stronger, deeper, and wide

My faith's a winding river with no riverside

As the years grow longer I will be here by your side

Ashes to dust and stone by stone

Forever I will always be your love

Nobody has to cry to make it seem real

Nobody has to hide the way that they feel

If you stay right here tomorrow you'll be fine

I will be here for you standing by your side

So come home, come home, come home 

Stephen Malkmus and The Jicks Live from Above!

La web Pitchfork nos trae al ínclito Mr Malkmus en un concierto exclusivo en un terrazo urbano, desolado y grafitero. A disfrutarlo.

Dj Eczema.

PLAY IT: http://pitchfork.com/tv/dont-look-down/1793-stephen-malkmus-and-the-jicks/2936-tigers/