lunes, enero 30, 2006
domingo, enero 29, 2006
Mi Pobre Corazón
CORAZON OXIDADO
Todo se derrumba y es tan fácil
Todos mis castillos son de arena
Todo lo que sueño es tan frágil
Todo lo que bebo es tu ausencia
Y mi pobre corazón de hierro
Se me fue oxidando con las penas
Este tengo sueño y no me duermo
Este fuego que ya no calienta
Todo lo que canto es tan estéril
Todas las canciones son la misma
Muy pocas personas, demasiada gente
Diferente sangre de una misma herida
Mi pobre corazón oxidado
Mi pobre corazón encogido
Mi pobre corazón todo el daño
Mi pobre corazón todo lo bueno vivido
Mi pobre corazón lo mas malo
Mi pobre corazón lo divino, lo valiente, lo cobarde, lo esperado, mi virtud y mi defecto, mi barranco y mi camino
Mi pobre corazón no importa que sea pequeño
Mi pobre corazón siempre te hecha de menos
Mi pobre corazón que no le caben ya las penas
Siempre que me duele me lo llevo de verbena
Mi pobre corazón que me mantiene con vida
Mi pobre corazón siempre la luz encendida
Mi pobre corazón que a veces quiere salir
Mi pobre corazón que está enganchado al speed
Mi pobre corazón en directo
Mi pobre corazón en domingo
Mi pobre corazón en pelotas
Mi pobre corazón en Fa sostenido
Y mi pobre corazón se me fue oxidando
Y mi pobre corazón no ves que siempre está llorando
Todo se derrumba y es tan fácil
Todos mis castillos son de arena
Todo lo que sueño es tan frágil
Todo lo que bebo es tu ausencia
Y mi pobre corazón de hierro
Se me fue oxidando con las penas
Este tengo sueño y no me duermo
Este fuego que ya no calienta
Todo lo que canto es tan estéril
Todas las canciones son la misma
Muy pocas personas, demasiada gente
Diferente sangre de una misma herida
Mi pobre corazón oxidado
Mi pobre corazón encogido
Mi pobre corazón todo el daño
Mi pobre corazón todo lo bueno vivido
Mi pobre corazón lo mas malo
Mi pobre corazón lo divino, lo valiente, lo cobarde, lo esperado, mi virtud y mi defecto, mi barranco y mi camino
Mi pobre corazón no importa que sea pequeño
Mi pobre corazón siempre te hecha de menos
Mi pobre corazón que no le caben ya las penas
Siempre que me duele me lo llevo de verbena
Mi pobre corazón que me mantiene con vida
Mi pobre corazón siempre la luz encendida
Mi pobre corazón que a veces quiere salir
Mi pobre corazón que está enganchado al speed
Mi pobre corazón en directo
Mi pobre corazón en domingo
Mi pobre corazón en pelotas
Mi pobre corazón en Fa sostenido
Y mi pobre corazón se me fue oxidando
Y mi pobre corazón no ves que siempre está llorando
Sr. Cabrales
Truena Mente Perfecta
Soy el principio y el fin.
Soy la honrada y la esclarecida.
Soy la puta y la santa.
Soy la esposa y la virgen.
Soy la esteril
y muchos son sus hijos.
Soy el silencio que es incomprensible.
Soy la pronunciacion de mi nombre.
Soy la honrada y la esclarecida.
Soy la puta y la santa.
Soy la esposa y la virgen.
Soy la esteril
y muchos son sus hijos.
Soy el silencio que es incomprensible.
Soy la pronunciacion de mi nombre.
Poema gnóstico, comentario al Ev. de San Juan
sábado, enero 28, 2006
PEOPLE ARE STRANG
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Gatxeto acuarela
Aitor " Gadget" guitarra de "La Gripe".Un diablo tocando...la guitarra.
+ en http://www.lagripe.com
Working class hero
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
miércoles, enero 25, 2006
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I look at you all
See the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor
And I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why
Nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how
Someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world
And I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake
We must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how
You were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how
You were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all
See the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps.
See the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor
And I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why
Nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how
Someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world
And I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake
We must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how
You were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how
You were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all
See the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps.
martes, enero 24, 2006
lunes, enero 23, 2006
domingo, enero 22, 2006
jueves, enero 19, 2006
Poeta químico
TOO MANY COMIC
Esas costillas que durmieron
En escaleras de hormigon,
En bancos de madera
Esas caderas recogidas en el ultimo cajero
Mejor hubieran estado en mi cama
La niña respira mal, el frio suelo la envenena
Y sus pechos de hueso han dejado de dsesearse
Ya no quiere mirarse y mis ojos no se apartan
Me da igual si mi cama es el calabozo
Y si nuestra luna son las farolas del puente
Haremos del carton seda, de nuestros cuerpos ascuas.
Dormir sin respirar, usarnos hasta el final
Matarnos hasta desgastar dos esqueletos
Pegados en el hielo.
Esas costillas que durmieron
En escaleras de hormigon,
En bancos de madera
Esas caderas recogidas en el ultimo cajero
Mejor hubieran estado en mi cama
La niña respira mal, el frio suelo la envenena
Y sus pechos de hueso han dejado de dsesearse
Ya no quiere mirarse y mis ojos no se apartan
Me da igual si mi cama es el calabozo
Y si nuestra luna son las farolas del puente
Haremos del carton seda, de nuestros cuerpos ascuas.
Dormir sin respirar, usarnos hasta el final
Matarnos hasta desgastar dos esqueletos
Pegados en el hielo.
jsin2006
miércoles, enero 18, 2006
LA NEGRA FLOR
Al final de Luzarra me encontré con la negra flor vestida y apretada, ceñida de levis, jarta de alcohol.
Me dijo: ¡ me has pisao! ni la había mirao la perra quiere guerra, el perro quiere hueso, y ya solo por eso París vale una misa, gallumbos apretaos y ojos bien abiertos ¿ que te la van a meter? mira chaval: Te la van a meter.
Me dijo: ¡ me has pisao! ni la había mirao la perra quiere guerra, el perro quiere hueso, y ya solo por eso París vale una misa, gallumbos apretaos y ojos bien abiertos ¿ que te la van a meter? mira chaval: Te la van a meter.
Santiago Auseron y Josín MMVI
viernes, enero 06, 2006
lunes, enero 02, 2006
Para el Felisín.
Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Gilipollas, ¿quien te ha dado permiso para palmarla? Baja ahora mismo de allá arriba y ni llames a las puertas del cielo. De cualquier manera, descansa en paz, te lo mereces.
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Gilipollas, ¿quien te ha dado permiso para palmarla? Baja ahora mismo de allá arriba y ni llames a las puertas del cielo. De cualquier manera, descansa en paz, te lo mereces.
El josin, alumno y amigo
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