All things must pass

Sunrise doesnt last all morning
A cloudburst doesnt last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
Its not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sunset doesnt last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
Its not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of lifes strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
Its not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away 

George Harrison

I love my dog

I love my dog as much as I love you
But you may fade, my dog will always come through.

All he asks from me is the food to give him strength
All he ever needs is love and that he knows he'll get

So, I love my dog as much as I love you
But you may fade, my dog will always come through.

All the pay I need comes shining through his eyes
I don't need no cold water to make me realize that

I love my dog as much as I love you
But you may fade, my dog will always come through.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, nana...

I love my dog as much as I love you
But you may fade, my dog will always come through.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, nana...

I love my dog, Baby, I love my dog. Na, na, na...

I love my dog, Baby, I love my dog. Na, na, na...

CAT STEVENS

Psycho

Can Mary fry some fish, mama?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, mama
You could stop the baby crying
'Cause my head is killing me

I saw my ex again last night, mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, mama
I killed them both and they're buried under Jacob's sycamore

You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You better let 'em lock me up

Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup, mama
'Cause I might squeeze him too tight
I'm havin' crazy dreams again, mama
So let me tell you 'bout last night

I woke up in Johnny's room, mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us were dead

You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You'd better let 'em lock me up

Oh you recall that little girl, mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh don't tell me that she's dead, mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park

We were sitting on a bench. mama
Thinking up a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench. mama
And then my mind just walked away

You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Mama, why don't you get up?

Leon Payne

You Can Never Hold Back Spring

You can never hold back spring
You can be sure that I will never
Stop believing
The blushing rose will climb
Spring ahead or fall behind
Winter dreams the same dream
Every time

You can never hold back spring
Even though you've lost your way
The world keeps dreaming of spring

So close your eyes
Open you heart
To one who's dreaming of you
You can never hold back spring
Baby

Remember everything that spring
Can bring
You can never hold back spring

TOM WAITS

Mission Rock Resort

 

Let’s have a drink at the Mission Rock
Watch the Oakland lights
Across the dry dock
Watch the blue, blue sky
Darken like an inhalation
Over the graveyard of ships
And your conversation

It’s sad when you try and manipulate me
It’s sad ’cause I don’t love you that way anymore
You’re worried if you remembered to use bleach
on a needle
Well so what
So what
So what
So what

So we sit and watch the planes take off from Oakland and circle gracefully
In a sky so royal and blue
They flash their lights like a jewel
In some pretentious crown
Then vanish forever
Hey, how’s your Margarita?
You won’t be around very much longer

And all talk is useless
It only makes us seem clever
While nothing changes
While nothing changes
Nothing changes
Nothing changes
Not ever

If I could talk it out of you I would
If I could beat it out of you I would
But all I can do is
Is follow stupidly behind
And watch you walk
To the ocean in your mind
And there’s always more
Always more ties you could sever
And nothing changes
While nothing changes
While nothing changes
And nothing changes
Not ever 

MARK EITZEL

Beth/Rest

Errant heat to the star
And the rain let in
The hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and Christ, it’s thin

Well Iʼd know that you’d offer
Would reveal it, though it’s soft and flat
Won’t repeat it, cull and coffer’s that
For the soffit, hang this homeward
Pry it open with your love
Sending lost and alone standing offers

It is steep / it is stone
Such recovery
From the daily press, the deepest nest, in keeper’s keep

All the news at the door
Such a revelry
Well, it’s hocked inside of everything you said to me

It was found what we orphaned
Didn’t mention it would serve us picked
Said your love is known
I’m standing up on it

Aren’t we married?!
I ainʼt living in the dark no more
It’s not a promise, Iʼm just gonna call it

Heavy mitted love

Our love is a star
Sure some hazardry
For the light before and after most indefinitely

Danger has been stole away

This is axiom 

- JUSTIN VERNON-

I wanna go to Marz

I wanna go to Marz
Where green rivers flow
And your sweet sixteen is waiting for you after the show
I wanna go to Marz
We'll meet the gold dust twins tonight
You'll get your heart's desire, I will meet you under the lights

John Grant

Espacio Aéreo

Retrospectiva XII

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

Morrisey (The Smiths)

¡Feliz Navidad!

El mundo es sólo una forma para llenar la noche

Las Espigas

El sin cesar ha terminado en flores,
en largo tiempo que extiende su camino
en cinta, en la novedad del aire,
y si por fin hallamos bajo el polvo
el mecanismo del próximo futuro
simplemente reconozcamos la alegría
así como se presenta! Como una espiga
más,
de tal manera que el olvido contribuya
a la claridad verdadera que sin duda no
existe.

Pablo Neruda

Mi árbol

Árbol, buen árbol, que tras la borrasca
te erguiste en desnudez y desaliento,
sobre una gran alfombra de hojarasca
que removía indiferente el viento…

Hoy he visto en tus ramas la primera
hoja verde, mojada de rocío,
como un regalo de la primavera,
buen árbol del estío.

Y en esa verde punta
que está brotando en ti de no sé dónde,
hay algo que en silencio me pregunta
o silenciosamente me responde.

Sí, buen árbol; ya he visto como truecas
el fango en flor, y sé lo que me dices;
ya sé que con tus propias hojas secas
se han nutrido de nuevo tus raíces.

Y así también un día,
este amor que murió calladamente,
renacerá de mi melancolía
en otro amor, igual y diferente.

No; tu augurio risueño,
tu instinto vegetal no se equivoca:
Soñaré en otra almohada el mismo sueño,
y daré el mismo beso en otra boca.

Y, en cordial semejanza,
buen árbol, quizá pronto te recuerde,
cuando brote en mi vida una esperanza
que se parezca un poco a tu hoja verde…

Antonio Machado

This is the Sea

These things you keep
You’d better throw them away
You wanna turn your back
On your soulless days
Once you were tethered
And now you are free
Once you were tethered
Well now you are free
That was the river
This is the sea!

Now if you’re feelin’ weary
If you’ve been alone too long
Maybe you’ve been suffering from
A few too many
Plans that have gone wrong
And you’re trying to remember
How fine your life used to be
Running around banging your drum
Like it’s 1973
Well that was the river
This is the sea!
Wooo!

Now you say you’ve got trouble
You say you’ve got pain
You say’ve got nothing left to believe in
Nothing to hold on to
Nothing to trust
Nothing but chains
You’re scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
Scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
But that was the river
This is the sea yeah!

Now I can see you wavering
As you try to decide
You’ve got a war in your head
And it’s tearing you up inside
You’re trying to make sense
Of something that you just can’t see
Trying to make sense now
And you know you once held the key
But that was the river
And this is the sea!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Now I hear there’s a train
It’s coming on down the line
It’s yours if you hurry
You’ve got still enough time
And you don’t need no ticket
And you don’t pay no fee
No you don’t need no ticket
You don’t pay no fee
Because that was the river
And this is the sea!

Behold the sea!

Mike Scott (The Waterboys)

Agua en el gua

Quisiera que mi vida
se cayera en la muerte,
como este chorro alto de agua bella
en el agua tendida matinal;
ondulado, brillante, sensual, alegre,
con todo el mundo diluido en él,
en gracia nítida y feliz.

Juan Ramón Jiménez

El Pájaro

Un silencio de aire, luz y cielo.
En el silencio transparente
el día reposaba:
la transparencia del espacio
era la transparencia del silencio.
La inmóvil luz del cielo sosegaba
el crecimiento de las yerbas.
Los bichos de la tierra, entre las piedras,
bajo la luz idéntica, eran piedras.
El tiempo en el minuto se saciaba.
En la quietud absorta
se consumaba el mediodía.

Y un pájaro cantó, delgada flecha.
Pecho de plata herido vibró el cielo,
se movieron las hojas,
las yerbas despertaron...
Y sentí que la muerte era una flecha
que no se sabe quién dispara
y en un abrir los ojos nos morimos.

OCTAVIO PAZ

Vidas cruzadas

Al arder la rama
Las estrellas ardieron también
Y una vez en calma, me largué

Quiero amanecer mañana
Como un loco después de las seis
En un hotel sin dramas, ésta vez

Vidas que dejé cruzadas
vienen encendiéndose
Vidas que dejé cruzadas
vienen persiguiéndome

Llevo todo el día en cama
Con el volumen de la tele al tres
Viendo caras largas de john wayne

Vidas que dejé cruzadas
Vienen encendiéndose
Vidas que dejé cruzadas
Vienen persiguiéndome

Lucha con un movimiento
Una luciérnaga azul y tú
para ya, ¿no ves que hay una luz
en el fondo de mi corazón?



Quique González

Clouds - Both Sides Now

Como hileras y témpanos de pelo de ángel,
como castillos de helado en el aire;
como cañones de plumas por todas partes.
He visto a las nubes de ese modo.
Pero ahora no hacen más que cubrir el sol;
Llueven y nievan sobre todo.

Hay tanto que habría podido hacer,
pero una nube me lo impidió.

Ya he visto a las nubes desde ambos lados
De arriba, de abajo,
y, sin embargo, de algún modo,
son sólo ilusiones de nubes las que recuerdo.
En realidad, no sé nada de las nubes.

Lunas y junios y ruedas de chicago;
ese mareo danzante que se siente
mientras el cuento de hadas se va haciendo realidad.
He visto al amor de ese modo.
Pero ahora, no es más que un espectáculo.

Se quedan riendo mientras te alejas,
y, si te duele, que no lo sepan;
no te delates…

Ya he visto al amor desde ambos lados,
he dado y tomado
y, sin embargo, de algún modo,
son sólo ilusiones de amor las que recuerdo.
En realidad, no sé nada del amor.

Lágrimas y miedo;
sentirse orgulloso de gritar “te amo”;
sueños y planes y muchedumbres felices.
He visto la vida de ese modo.

Pero ahora, los viejos amigos actúan raro,
reprueban, me dicen que he cambiado;
bueno, algo se pierde y algo se gana
viviendo cada día.

Ya he visto la vida desde ambos lados,
He perdido y he ganado
y, sin embargo, de algún modo,
son sólo ilusiones de la vida las que recuerdo.
En realidad, no sé nada de la vida.

Joni Mitchell

Sobre la ciudad