WISH YOU WERE HERE

Definitivamente "solo somos un par de almas perdidas nadando en la misma pecera año tras año y corriendo sobre el mismo viejo camino ¿Qué es lo que hemos encontrado? Solo los mismos viejos [errores y] temores" I WISH YOU WERE HERE

THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD

...is back

There are some moments when you can’t feel fine and you don’t know exactly why. Everything was alright until that, but what? What was “that”?An inexplicable change inside my mind, inside my heart. I’m completely sure it’s something wrong with my soul, with my spirit.It’s fucking bad when things go fine and suddenly something changes. Start singing and end dumb is common, but I can’t become accustomed to it. I don´t want to do it. I try to communicate with myself to understand what is not ok, but I find interference. There’s someone else singing in my head with a distorted tune “…sweet thing I watch you yeah hey hey hey…” This makes feel blue, even though comfortable. It’s such a peculiar lullaby. So I can’t argue with myself because my eyes are too tired to remain open and my mind too disturbed too think clearly. I’ll sing that in my mind, all night long, and just wish that when I wake up I may feel better. But the probability is poor...

DEATH TO BIRTH

...My eyes finally wide open up,
my eyes finally wide open shut
to find the found of sound.
That hears the touch of my tears,
Smells the taste of all we waste.
Could feed the others,
but we smother each other
with the nectar and pucker the sour of sugar sweet weather
blows through our trees
swims through our seas
flies to the last gasp we left on this earth...