Go or go ahead - Rufus Wainwright

Estos días me muelen el cuerpo y la verdad hay poco espacio para el dolor de alma. O de corazón. Incluso de cuerpo y de sus etcéteras existenciales.
Hay que seguir hasta donde haya un descanso y descansar hasta que haya otro inicio.
No hay sentimientos posibles en hombros recargados y ocupados. Dicen que viajando se fortalece el corazón. Y deberían decir además que corriendo, las penas se van aligerando, las alegrías son más sencillas. Los detalles turbios se pierden. Los momentos claros se marcan.
Y por eso todo tiempo pasado, parece algo mejor.

It was worth it, feeling abandoned
Makes one hardened but what has happened to love
You got me writing lyrics on postcards
Then in the evening looking at the stars
But the brightest of the planets is Mars
Then what has happened to love
So I will opt for the big white limo
Vanity fairgrounds and rebel angels
You can't be trusted with feathers so hollow
Your heaven's inventions, steel eyed vampires of love
You see over me, I'll never know
What you have shown to other eyes
Go or go ahead and surprise me
Say you've lead the way to a mirage
Go or go ahead and just try me
Nowhere's now here smelling of junipers
Fell of the hay bales, I'm over the rainbows
But of Medusa kiss me and crucify
This unholy notion of the mythic power of love
Look in her eyes, look in her eyes
Forget about the ones that are crying
Look in her eyes, look in her eyes
Forget about the ones that are crying
Go or go ahead

Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Rufus Wainwright

Dos días seguidos así ya son un abuso. Ni quiero ponerme a pensar que todo en la vida tiene un equilibrio. Pero siempre vamos hacia eso.
Y miro como siempre desconfiado el otro lado de la balanza, para saber a que debo atenerme, para prever lo que va a venir... y tratando de no exagerar mucho.
¿Que será lo que viene, que el camino se ve tan bien? ¿Es para desconfiar o para confiar aún más?

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over that rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up
where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops high above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over that rainbow
Why, oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly above the rainbow
Why, oh, why can't I?

Do I dissapoint you? - Rufus Wainwraight

El experimento habla esta vez sobre las emociones frustrantes que produce el querer demostrar algo sin éxito. El tener una imagen ante los amigos que es difícil de mantener. La propiedad sin placer.
Tal vez se pueda creer que no sufro ningún problema, y el que lee lo que escribo pensaría que vivo sufriendo. Y la verdad es que me doy tiempo para las dos cosas. Soy atrevido y desafiante. Me quiero comer (y algunas mordidas le dí) al mundo. Y a ratos vengo a llorar a mi laptop escuchando alguna vieja canción. El Yin y el Yang.
Puros extremos. Reflexivo e impulsivo. Sagaz y audaz. Creativo y ladrón.
Y si me conoces tal vez te decepcionas porque solo soy interesante a ratos.

Do I disappoint you, in just being human?
And not one of the elements, that
you can light your cigar on
Why does it always have to be fire?
Why does it always have to be brimstone?
Desire
Cool this body down

Do I disappoint you, in just being lonely?
And not one of the elements that you
can call your one and only
Why does it always have to be water?
Why does it always have to be holy wine?
Destruction
Of all mankind

And do I disappoint you?
Do I disappoint you in just being like you?

Tired of being the reason the road has a shoulder
And it could be argued, why they
all return to the order
Why does it always have to be chaos?
Why does it always have to be wanderlust?
Sensational
I'm gonna smash your bloody skull.
'Cause, baby, no, you can't see inside
No, baby, no, you can't see my soul
Do I disappoint you?
Do I disappoint you?

Going to a town - Rufus Wainwright

Pura revolución. Que temazo de aeropuerto. Que oportuno todo.
Que descubrimiento. Que sensación de vacío y angustia. Cuanta nostalgia y pena.
Cuanta aceleración gastada en nada. Que sensación de exageración. Que poco placer. Que vacío.
Que vacío.
El subconsciente sigue escogiendo muy bien.

I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down
I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times
I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead

Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved?
Tell me, enough of thinking everything that you've done is good
I really need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I'm so tired of America

I really need to know
I may just never see you again, or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And that's all I need

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I'm going to a town
That has already been burnt down