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Winter Sleep – Olivia Lufkin
Winter Sleep – Olivia LufkinIt keeps coming back to me
I remember this pain
It spreads across my eyes
Everything is dullEveryone’s smiling, they’re smiling
It pushes me far far away
I can’t understand
Everything is blueCan you hear me out there?
Will you hold me now? Hold me now, My frozen heart
I’m gazing from the distance and
I feel everything pass through me
I can’t be alone right now
Will you hold me now Hold me now My frozen heart
I’m lost in a deep winter sleep
I can’t seem to find my way out alone
Can you wake meI know when I let it in
It hides love from this moment
So I guard it close
I watch the moves it makesBut it gets me, but it gets me
I wish I could understand how I
Could make it disappear, make it disappearAnyone out there hear me now?
Will you hold me now Hold me now My frozen heart
Kiss my lips and maybe you can take me to your world for now
I can’t be alone right now
Will you hold me now Hold me now My frozen heart
Please make it all go away
Am I ever gonna feel myself again?
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The Approaching Curve – Rise Against
Estilo diferente, música diferente… mañanas / tardes diferentes.
The Approaching curve – Rise Against[Spoken:]The music played with a calming frequency.
The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light percussion,
creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through curtains of blackness.
The windows were cold to the touch,
reflecting the icy conditions in our immediate extremity.
Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass,
and streaks of melting snow cascaded down its length.
The music pulsed louder, yet gentle,
like the far away squeal of a pot of boiling water.
The skyline was glowing faintly with vague hints of an impending dawn.
The car raced along a painfully straight stretch of road,
and she hadn’t so much as turned the steering wheel two degrees in the last twenty minutes
nor had we spoken.As we were, so perfect, so happy.
They’ll remember, only our smiles ‘cause that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy. [Spoken:]
«Why are you doing this?» she spoke as if not expecting a response.
Her voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive,
so suddenly that my heart had jumped.
«I’m not doing anything,» I said, but I didn’t even believe that myself.
«This is what’s best, for me, for you, for us,» or maybe just for me I thought,
as a tear formed in the pit of her eye.
The music poured through the speakers and we were losing ourselves in the cadence.
She looked down momentarily and closed her eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink.
Then she was crying. Then she was shouting. Then I was shouting,
now pouring confessions, having no answers, or solutions,
we barely even knew the questions.As we were, so perfect, so happy.
They’ll remember, only our smiles ‘cause that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.Don’t put me underground, I was meant for a life somewhere else.
Please, love, give me the wheel, before both of our hearts you
will steal tonight (will steal tonight).As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don’t remember, only your smiles ‘cause that’s all they’ve seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy. [Spoken:]
Our cracking voices became part of the music.
The car pressed on faster through the night. As our voices lowered,
The cadence again overtook the air.
Up ahead there was a curve approaching.
She made no indications of slowing.
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Fake Tales of San Francisco
Buenos días! Hoy traigo una de las canciones de Arctic Monkeys, del disco «Whatever people say I am, that’s what i’m not» (podía tener un título más largo el disco??). Me he levantado con el ritmo, el bajo, en la cabeza. Pan, parapapa pan.
Fake Tales of San Francisco – Arctic MonkeysFake Tales of San FranciscoEcho through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There’s a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets
Practicing their linesI don’t want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear you
I don’t want to hear your…Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there’s a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren’t thereAnd as the microphone squeaks
A young girl’s telephone beeps
Yeah she’s dashing for the exit
And she’s running to the streets outside
Oh you’ve saved me, she screams down the line
The band were fucking wank
And I’m not having a nice timeI don’t want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)Yeah but his bird thinks it’s amazing, though
So all that’s left
Is the proof that love’s not only blind but deafHe talks of San Francisco, he’s from Hunter’s Bar
I don’t quite know the distance
But I’m sure that’s far
Yeah I’m sure that’s pretty farAnd yeah, I’d love to tell you all my problem
You’re not from New York City, you’re from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeahGet off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Yeah
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Ven aquí
Apoyate en mi. Siente mi respiración, por un segundo.
Voy a volver a darte las gracias. Lo pensé ayer una y mil veces, pero no sabía como poner mis ideas en orden. He cambiado, de alguna manera.
Estuve escuchando una canción (mañana la pondré. Tiene que ver con La Fuga), que antes me traía malos recuerdos. Para mi, nunca tuvo sentido el amor. Era «un juego», como dice la canción. Un juego donde ganaba la incomprensión y el dolor («fuimos dos perros callejeros, eternamente en cueros, jugando a hacenos daño, jugando a no entendernos»…). Un juego donde, tarde o temprano, alguien salía herido. Y así fue. A veces aún pienso que ciertas historias de mi vida podrian haber sido casi como un sueño, casi perfectas y sin problemas, si me hubiese enamorado. Pero no fue asi. El amor no es facil, supongo.
Pero, de alguna manera, poco a poco, a pasos agigantados, has conseguido… Mirarme a los ojos. Verme, cara a cara, tal y como soy. La frase aquella «I want so much to open your eyes, cause I need you to look into mine», no iba tan desencaminada conmigo, contigo, con nosotros. Porque una mirada lo dice todo. Porque nadie ha conseguido derretir ese muro de hielo, esa persona que soy y no soy, ese montón de miedos e inseguridades e idioteces. Esa otra parte de mi, que a veces me da miedo… Y que tu has visto. Y te has enfrentado. Y me has mirado a los ojos. Y he sostenido tu mirada, solo para entender la fuerza de ese contacto. Que te necesito: es cierto.
No sé como expresar todo lo que te debo. Pero ayer me di cuenta de una cosa: hace mas de un año que corté con guille, hace dos años que había empezado con él y, por encima de todo, lo que más me importa y de lo que me acuerdo día tras día… Es que estoy contigo. Llevo un año contigo. Y es lo unico realmente importante. Más lejos queda aún 5 días por Vigo, allá en el 2008. Ninguna canción evocó ayer mis recuerdos. Ni Tallulah, ni Malos Pensamientos. Y eso es lo mas importante: ya no encuentro a nadie en las canciones, solo a ti. Snow, Under The Bridge, I hate Everything about you, Somebody that I used to know (por rock in rio, obviamente, por esa noche), your arms feels like home… Open your eyes… El amor dejó de ser un juego para mi (ya hace tiempo).
Has roto una de mis barreras: el pasado. Y eso no lo hace cualquiera. Gracias. Por todo y por más.
PD: estoy desde el movil, necesitaba dejar estas palabras antes de ir a dormir. Si tienes algo que decir: email, sms…
