Perfect circle - R.E.M.

Es una cuestión de pérdida o de soledad... o de las dos cosas por separado, o de la angustia nada más, o de estar sobrecargado y sin pilas...
Es así como uno de esos días en que uno ve más oscuro que claro. Y que el cielo le acompaña.
Y que se siente como que se le ha ido la mano. Y los hechos le dan la razón.
Y como que es tiempo de volver a poner segunda. O terminamos que quemar el motor.

Put your hair back, we get to leave
Eleven gallows on your sleeve
Shallow figure, winners paid
Eleven shadows way out of place
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room

Pull your dress on and stay real close
Who might leave you where I left off?
A perfect circle of acquaintances and friends
Drink another, coin a phrase
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room

Try to win and suit your needs
Speak out sometimes but try to win
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room

Leaving New York - R.E.M.

Todo vuelve y en versión mejorada.
Hace 30 meses estaba aquí, casi aislado de la vida. Temiendo no terminar bien y accidentarme. Aún no me accidenté y tengo el cuero un poco más grueso. Estoy de regreso, conocedor y en calma. Repitiendo huellas en la misma ruta a la rutina.
No hay swing, no hay ritmo, no hay diversión.
Me siento pagado para ir a un retiro, pero salgo muy cansado, el menos no hay religión y los católicos molestan poco. No hay curas ni misa gracias a dios.
Será un lugar cerca del infierno, pero están amigos, y el paraíso será un lugar más calmo, pero un tanto aburrido.

It's quiet now
And what it brings
Is everything

Comes calling back
A brilliant night
I'm still awake

I looked aheadI'm sure I saw you there
You don't need me
To tell you now
That nothing can compare

You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden A frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around

It's easier to leave than to be left behind
Leaving was never my proud
Leaving New
York, never easy
I saw the light fading out
Now life is sweet
And what it brings
I tried to take
But loneliness
It wears me out
It lies in wait

And I've lost
Still in my eyes
The shadow of necklace
Across your thigh
I might've lived my life in a dream, but I swear
This is real
Memory fuses and shatters like glass
Mercurial future, forget the past
It's you, it's what I feel.
You might have laughed if I told you (it's pulling me apart)
You might have hidden a frown (change)
You might have succeeded in changing me (it's pulling me apart)
I might have been turned around (change)

It's easier to leave than to be left behind
(it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out
You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart
You find it in your heart, change...

I told you, forever
I love you, forever
I told you, I love you
I love you, forever
I told you, forever
You never, you never
You told me forever
You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden the frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around

It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)

Crush with eyeliner - R.E.M.

Debería estar festejando, pero me faltan ánimos, cada paso es muy lento... muy colla la forma de tener un logro...
Pero hubo euforia, hay un par de toneladas de fierro en el garage, que dicen que nos fue bien, quiero creer que será por todo el año, pero esas cosas no se desean, se trabajan, y el ánimo esta trabajador hoy.
Vamos por ellos que la melancolía no va a parar pronto, pero podemos tratar de mantenernos equilibrados. Entonces un festejo exagerado no sería buena idea. Pero la sangre llama... y yo tengo buenos óidos...
Para vos, Migue.

I know you
I know you’ve seen her
She’s a sad tomato
She’s three miles of bad road
Walking down the street
Will I never meet her?
She’s a real woman-child
Oh my kiss breath turpentine

I am smitten
I’m the real thing (I’m the real thing)
Have you seen her come around?
My crush with eyeliner

I’m imbibed
I’m infatuated
It’s all too much passion
She’s all that I can take
What position should I wear?
Cop an attitude? (fake her)
How can I convince her? (fake her)
That I’m invented too, yeah

I am smitten
I’m the real thing (I’m the real thing)
We all invent ourselves
And you know me

Yeah, she’s a sad tomato
She’s three miles of bad road
She’s her own invention (she’s her own invention)
That gets me in the throat
What can I make myself be?
Life is strange, yeah (life is strange)
What can I make myself be (fake her)
To make her mine?

I am smitten
I’ll do anything (I’ll do anything)
A kiss breath turpentine,
My crush with eyeliner

I am smitten
You know me (yeah, you know me)
I could be your frankenstein
My crush with eyeliner

I am smitten
I’m the real thing (I’m the real thing)
Won’t you be my valentine?
My crush with eyeliner

Imitation of life - R.E.M.

No hay muchas palabras hoy... solo preparando y estirando los nervios hasta donde den... para luego soltarlos un poco... ya viene la vacación... vamos escuchando cosas graciosas y buscando un rincón para dormir... que es mi cuenta pendiente más alta.

Charades, pop skill
Water hyacinth, named by a poet
Imitation of life.
Like a koi in a frozen pond.
Like a goldfish in a bowl.
I don't want to hear you cry.
Thats sugarcane that tasted good.
Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.

C'mon, c'mon no one can see you try.
You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since bread came sliced.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
Like a Friday fashion show teenager
Freezing in the corner
Trying to look like you don't try.
Thats sugarcane that tasted good.
Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.

C'mon, c'mon no one can see you try.
No one can see you cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That freezing rain, that's what you could.

C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.
This sugarcane
This lemonade
This hurricane, I'm not afraid.

C'mon, c'mon no one can see you cry.
This lightning storm
This tidal wave
This avalanche, I'm not afraid.

C'mon, c'mon no one can see me cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That's who you are, that's what you could.

C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.
That sugar cane that tasted good.
That's who you are, that's what you could.
C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.

At my most beautiful - R.E.M.

El único mensaje que espero no llega nunca, así que es mejor dejar las cosas pasar y seguramente habrá un momento en que se me pase un poquito la nostalgia. Así que es otro proceso más de recuperación.
Y en eso viene esta canción y como siempre, la puedo ver en dos dimensiones, realmente hago -hice mi esfuerzo por robar una sonrisa, aunque no me vaya muy bien la mayoría de las veces, pero realmente quiero creer que eso fue lo que hice. Que fue mi última maldad. El último robo. Que te hice sonreir pensando en lo loco que debo estar.
En cambio a tí, te voy a seguir robando siempre que pueda, aunque a veces siento un frío en la espalda que me estremece... y que debe ser producto de algún renacer.
Gracias.

I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile

I read bad poetry
Into your machine
I save your messages
Just to hear your voice.
You always listen carefully
To awkwards rhymes.
You always say your name.
Like i woulden't know it's you
At your most beautiful.

I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile

At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes secretly.
With every one, whisper i love you.
I let you sleep.
I know you're closed eye watching me,
Listening.
I thought i saw a smile.

I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile

Drive - R.E.M.

Creo que el frío me va a poner un poco triste hoy, sigo presa de mis propios suicidas comentarios, y he inventado mi propio lugar para joderme.
Viajar tanto no debería ser un problema, pero siempre tengo esta ansiedad propia de las salidas, aunque cambio mucho al llegar y luego el tiempo pasa su ciclo normal, por tanto, solo gusto de torturarme.
Nadie hubiera previsto este día, otro día intenso, otro día bipolar, y otro día en que sales casi indemne de tanta divagación... hasta que viste esa foto, y de nuevo regresamos a la tristeza de siempre, y a esa maldita cuenta por pagar. Ni un poco de placer sirvió para olvidar.
Por culpa de un poco de agua.

Smack, crack, bushwhacked
Tie another one to the racks, baby
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby

What if I ride? What if you walk?
What if you rock around the clock?
Tick-tock Tick-tock
What if you did? What if you walk?
What if you tried to get off, baby?

Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby
Hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby

Maybe you did Maybe you walked
Maybe you rocked around the clock
Tick-tock Tick-tock
Maybe I ride Maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby

Hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby
Ollie, ollie
Ollie ollie ollie
Ollie ollie in come free, baby
Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby

Smack, crack Shack-a-lack
Tie another one to your back, baby
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby

Maybe you did Maybe you walk
Maybe you rock around the clock
Tick-tock Tick-tock
Maybe I ride Maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby

Hey kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby, baby, baby

Lotus - R.E.M.

Que día no? de la tristeza a la esperanza, de la calma a la confusión, de la apertura de esperanzas al cierre de planes. Bastantes cositas como me suele pasar.
Hoy escogí Lotus, una canción distinta y atrapante, nada que haya escuchado antes (ya son buenos años del descubrimiento). Magnética. Hipnótica.
Ya confirmé que vienen algunos finales, lo cual me parece que se esta volviendo una Norma. Todo fin de año viene con cambios, hacen 3 años que inauguré esas costumbres, y siempre estoy a la defensiva procurando dar el primer golpe. Sería bueno que esta vez sea con mayor calma, que para batallas donde todos salen derrotados.
Vamos, concéntrate en la música y libra una nueva batalla... Se viene el estallido.

Hey hey.
Hey hey.

I was hell.
Sarcastic silver swell
That day it rained
Tough spun. Hard worn. No
Ocean flower aquarium
Badlands. Give a hand.
Honey dipt. Flim flam
Hey hey. Hey hey.
That cat can walk like a big bad man.

So happy to show us
I ate the lotus.
Say haven't you noticed?
I ate the lotus

Storefront window, I reflect.
Just last week I was merely heck
Tip the scale. I was hell
Picked me up, then I fell.
Who's this stranger? Crowbar spine
...and I feel fine.
Let it rain, rain, rain.
Bring my happy back again.

So happy to show us
I ate the lotus.
Say haven't you noticed?
I ate the lotus

Let it rain, rain, rain
Save me from my self again
Wash away my ugly sins
Opposing thumb, dorsal fin
That monkey died for my grin
Bring my happy back again
Let it rain, rain, rain
Bring my happy back again

So happy to show us
I ate the lotus
So haven't you noticed?
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus

Man on the moon - REM

Quedé fascinado con el personaje más crudo y salvaja del humor yanqui: el gran Andy Kaufman. Que quería sorprender siempre, que le temía a la repetición y a la monotonía, y que por ese temor cometía muchos errores, deslices y ofensas.
Era un provocador profesional y muchos nos parecemos a él pues parecemos ganadores, pero no lo somos. Y está feo que te digan que eres una leyenda cuando estás 3 metros bajo tierra y antes que traten como al culo.
El tema está en uno de los mejores discos de los '90, de una banda que hace rock yanqui sureño, talvez, como todo lo bueno, todo tiempo pasado fue mejor... pero nada mas de escuchar "Lotus", les perdono todo.
Rock tranquilo, pero con actitud.

Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah