Qué importa quién soy

domingo, abril 10, 2011

Remar

"Si no hay viento,
habrá que remar."

Frase que le daba el nombre al cuarto número de "El canto de la Tripulación", revista tripulada por el fotógrafo Alberto García-Alix, entre los años 1989 y 1997. Solo se hicieron 10 números.

Más información aquí y aquí.
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miércoles, abril 06, 2011

Sometimes the stars

Canción: Sometimes the stars
The Audreys
MySpace

The accompanying short animated film is about a lost girl's journey through a surreal landscape, and her yearning to make a connection in this distant yet strangely familiar world.

Making of

Letra/Lyrics:

here I am confessing
that you’re lost to me now
I’m on the train telling strangers about you
and how you’re still looking fine
how you eased my worried mind
with long summers and wine
yeah you saved me

but sometimes the stars seem closer than they should
like the more I knew the less I understood
and the further that you got from me
the more I felt like I could see
and the more I wondered if I should trust the stars
‘cause sometimes the stars

here I am obsessing
that I lost you somehow
on that train full of strangers and you
every stop looked the same
all those faces without names
they all drifted away
is that when you left me?

‘cause sometimes the stars seem closer than they should
like the more I knew the less I understood
and the further that you got from me
the more I felt like I could see
and the more I wondered if I should trust the stars
‘cause sometimes the stars

sometimes the stars
sometimes the stars

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Visto aquí

sábado, marzo 26, 2011

Falling Over

Canción: Falling Over
Boat Beam
Álbum: Puzzle Shapes

Letra/Lyrics:
All that´s true and all that´s you is all that I´m falling over
All I do is try to fool the storms that keep circling over
When I´m strong and I belong your charm I can just ignore
But the a scent I can´t forget but can´t quite recall who wore it

There´s no way, I can stay awake

Gormless girls the bones of earls adrift in my grey surrender
Streets of old and hearts to hold grow damp as they start to ember
I´m not upside down, I´m chucked around, late at night I´m grinding
Puddles freeze and huddles sneeze all night in the Park Lane subway

There´s no way, I can stay away
Hopeless to resist oh your sweet abyss
Hopeless to resist oh your sweet abyss

All that you collected in your lap gathers to confront you
All your weapons are corroded back, frantically defeated
On the Piccadilly line divine daydreams take me over
Why am I thinking of salvation in just another lover?

There´s no way I can awake
There´s no way I can away
Hopeless to resist oh your sweet abyss
Hopeless to resist oh your sweet abyss

All that´s true and all that´s you is all that I´m falling over
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viernes, marzo 25, 2011

Empeño

Sei que o meu empeño é tan inútil,
coma a choiva sobre o mar,
mais sigo...

jueves, marzo 10, 2011

No pensar... tan sólo quiero no pensar...

Canción: Que me arrastre el viento
Fito y Fitipaldis
Álbum: Antes de que cuente diez

Letra:
Quiero que me arrastre el viento
como un trozo de papel
revolcarme por el cielo, y no caer
y no pensar, tan sólo quiero no pensar
y copiar el movimiento irrepetible azul del mar.

Arrancarme los recuerdos
no volver a repasar
adelante!, solo quiero no parar
y no pensar, tan sólo quiero no pensar
imitar el parpadeo de las estrellas al brillar.

Algo tiene ese bar que está cerca de aquí
que es más fácil entrar
que aprender a salir sin ti
y aunque nada es verdad
las verdades aquí
tienen forma de puñal.