T.S.

...You've got to bleed a little while you sing
less the words don't mean a thing...

Incansable

Incansable.

Esta ansiedad prematura,
cronica,
omnipresente.

Se acorta sola
y regresa cuando quiere.

Como un azote en blanco,
y la llaga del engaño.
Una bofetada de mentiras,
y el sin-sabor de antaño.

Se vierte y se recoje

me pierde y me absorbe.

Te recuerda, 

pero también me impone.

Ranting

The question will drive you
the need will find you
The concern in stone and heart will mold you
while your thoughts and sights withstand you

It's not something that is new
you've felt it run through you
You've seen what it can do
and wished it wasn't you

The turn has come
this round is through
The end will see
just how well you breathe

And once this dream is over
once this night's forgotten
once this road's already trodden
the door you desire lay open
you will see closed and lost and stolen

Thanks Mr. Cohen for Mr. Buckley

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah...

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah...

Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah...

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah...

Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd outdrew you

And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah...
Hallelujah...
Hallelujah.

Society

Algun día estaré listo para cantarle esto al mundo.... until then:


It's a mystery to me.
We have a greed, with which we have agreed...
and you think you have to want more than you need...
until you have it all, you won't be free.

Society, you're a crazy breed.
I hope you're not lonely, without me.

When you want more than you have, you think you need...
and when you think more then you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
I think I need to find a bigger place...
cause when you have more than you think, you need more space.

Society, you're a crazy breed.
I hope you're not lonely, without me.
Society, crazy indeed...
I hope you're not lonely, without me.

There's those thinkin' more or less, less is more,
but if less is more, how you keepin' score?
It means for every point you make, your level drops.
Kinda like you're startin' from the top...
and you can't do that.

Society, you're a crazy breed.
I hope you're not lonely, without me.

Society, crazy indeed...
I hope you're not lonely, without me

Society, have mercy on me.
I hope you're not angry, if I disagree.

Society, crazy indeed.
I hope you're not lonely...
without me.

Vulnerable

La idea cayó en mi
tan rápido como el momento.
El golpe fue sencillo,
pero sutil y violento.

Respirar

Traeme el silencio que viene con la noche,
al caer como un susurro que se logra recordar.

Triste y olvidado retumba con reproche
y a tus pies tendido se viene a acostar.

Soy yo el que se asoma y te escucha
soy yo el que te tiene que olvidar
Aqui mismo, donde nada se cura
aqui donde todo se viene a guardar.

Tiende el ocaso a ocultar el pasado,
el sonido eterno de esta noche sin final.

Recuerdas, como siempre, que nunca has llorado
ni te has entregado... ni al principio, ni al final.

Soy yo el que se oculta y el que tiembla
soy yo el que vive del azar
Aqui adentro, donde el sol no te cura
aqui mismo donde has de brillar.

Es cierto... es real
entregarse a la mentira
si miedo a la verdad

Recuerdo el momento
recuerdo este pesar
que siempre estara conmigo
aunque no quieras regresar.

Wicked Game

World was on fire
no one could save me but you
Strange what desire
will make foolish people do

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

No I.... don't want to fall in love
This world is only going to break your heart

What a wicked game to play
to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
to let me dream of you

What a wicked thing to say
you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
to make me dream of you

And I... don't want to fall in love
No I... don't want to fall in love...
with you

World was on fire
no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire
will make foolish people do

I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
and I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you

No I... don't want to fall in love
no I... don't want to fall in love
with you...

No I...

Nobody
loves no one...

Awakening

This morning was miserable,
like the weather.

Gray and dull, slow and senseless.

I feel as sick as the sky,
the wind through my lungs burns on it's way out.

The eve announces the day, so they say...

The morning was miserable,
like the weather.

La Llave

Como una sustancia que te nubla los sentidos
con un sentimiento de acercarse a la verdad.

Como ese silencio con sabor a infinito
te pierde en su magia con tanta facilidad.

Se paraliza el tiempo,
la venas arderan.
Viviendo este momento,
sin mirar hacia atrás.

Es esa mirada que atraviesa el laberinto,
palabras teñidas de profunda oscuridad.

Mi sangre en llamas no razona o sobrevive...
anticipa una guerra y no se cura con amor.

Mi alma contra el viento
no reconocerá
el valor de este momento,
ni lo recordará...

Como el viento y la marea...

The Corridor

This was doomed from the start.

The sequence itself tainted and belittled,

my heart in essence laid bare.

The cuts, the scars

they felt deep and strange

like reminiscences of ancient wounds

that have been late to heal.

Once again comes the flood,

yet again over myself.

I cannot conquer me,

so how am I to see?

Down into it again

flashes of red,

shadows in black,

time stands still in this impish night.

The dream that was

the night that is

the thought that counts

within this breach.

A breach of lust,

in the midst of rain.

A rain of tears

in sudden flame.

This was doomed from the start... and you alone will know what this eve holds.

Estaciones

Dejame... enterrarme en tu piel

Dejame... intentar vencer al placer

Como espuma venenosa

la corriente viva de tu mar

Se me escapa del presente

Sin dejar ni rastro ni señal

(Postrado y roto)

En la víspera del tacto

se graduaba con intensidad

Torbellino de emociones

que me arrastra hacia la inmensidad

(Postrado y roto)

Quiero saber lo que llevo por dentro

He olvidado el sabor de tu cuerpo

Caigo en silencio y no sé lo que siento… el ayer…

Se nos fue el ayer.