César.
Mientras dormías las cosas cambiaron...le dice Elvis Perkins a su madre.
Hijo del difunto Anthony Perkins perdió también tragicamente a su madre el 11S, volaba ella en el avión 911. Cuando una persona con tanto talento como Elvis Perkins se cruza con un estimulo, por llamarlo de alguna manera, tan brutal como este, surge "When you wew sleeping", esta maravilla para mi desconocida hasta el domingo noche.
La cancion, escrita desde las entrañas según parece, habla de algo de sus última horas, de cómo se siente él, de cómo fueron esos momentos, de lo que es su madre para él, puro sentimiento vomitado estrofa tras estrofa en una cadencia rota que nunca acaba pero que deja respirar.
Va a más y más... primero una guitarra acústica tocada con infinto gusto, poco a poco la voz avanza imperfecta y ayudada por un bajo hasta llegar una batería... marcando justo donde hay que marcar.
Hace unos meses hablaba de algo parecido a esto, del accidente del avión de Brasil, de la puta sensación de desasosiego que se debe tener cuando pierdes a alguien así, de qué debió pensar la madre cuando pasaba aquello, siendo consciente de que nadie sabía lo que estaba sucediendo, que iba a morir.
Estos momentos y estos excesos de emoción desbordada producen estas maravillas que al resto nos queda como regalo, la inspiración, sin duda, puede ser la peor de las noticias.
while you were sleeping
the babies grew
the stars shined and the shadows moved
time flew, the phone rang
there was a silence when the kitchen sang
its songs competed like kids for space
we stared for hours in our maker's face
they gave us picks
said go mine the sun
and gold and come back when you're done
while you were sleeping
you tossed, you turned
you rolled your eyes as the world burned
the heavens fell, the earth quaked
i thought you must be, but you weren't awake
no, you were sleeping
you ignored the sun
you grew your power garden
for your little ones
and you found brides for them on christmas eve
they hung young cain from the adam trees
and danced
while you were sleeping
i tossed and i turned
til i closed my eyes
but the future burned
through the planet turned a hair gray
as i relived the day
while you were sleeping
the money died
machines were harmless and the earth sighed
through the wind you slept sound
and gravity caught my love around
the ocean rose, sang about decay
while witches flew
and the mermaids stayed
full of dreams, you overslept
and keeping with quiet, through the walls i crept
i walked on tiptoe, sent darkness swirling over all the kitchen in the early morning
i'll never catch up to you
who sleeps so sound
my arms are useless
my heart beats too loud to go to sleep
my mind's too crowded
while you were sleeping
the time changed
all your things were rearranged
your vampire mirrors face to face
they saw forever out into space
and found you dreaming in black and white
while it rained in all the colors of the night
i watched the tvs
memories
championships
vanished to sea
could it be, my honey between you and me
so i waited for the riddled sky
to dissolve again by sunrise
and i've made a death suit for life
for my father's ill widowed wife
did you have that strangest dream before you woke
cos in your gown you had the butterfly stroke
did it escape you like some half told joke?
when you reached for your plume of smoke
Mientras dormías las cosas cambiaron...le dice Elvis Perkins a su madre.
Hijo del difunto Anthony Perkins perdió también tragicamente a su madre el 11S, volaba ella en el avión 911. Cuando una persona con tanto talento como Elvis Perkins se cruza con un estimulo, por llamarlo de alguna manera, tan brutal como este, surge "When you wew sleeping", esta maravilla para mi desconocida hasta el domingo noche.
La cancion, escrita desde las entrañas según parece, habla de algo de sus última horas, de cómo se siente él, de cómo fueron esos momentos, de lo que es su madre para él, puro sentimiento vomitado estrofa tras estrofa en una cadencia rota que nunca acaba pero que deja respirar.
Va a más y más... primero una guitarra acústica tocada con infinto gusto, poco a poco la voz avanza imperfecta y ayudada por un bajo hasta llegar una batería... marcando justo donde hay que marcar.
Hace unos meses hablaba de algo parecido a esto, del accidente del avión de Brasil, de la puta sensación de desasosiego que se debe tener cuando pierdes a alguien así, de qué debió pensar la madre cuando pasaba aquello, siendo consciente de que nadie sabía lo que estaba sucediendo, que iba a morir.
Estos momentos y estos excesos de emoción desbordada producen estas maravillas que al resto nos queda como regalo, la inspiración, sin duda, puede ser la peor de las noticias.
while you were sleeping
the babies grew
the stars shined and the shadows moved
time flew, the phone rang
there was a silence when the kitchen sang
its songs competed like kids for space
we stared for hours in our maker's face
they gave us picks
said go mine the sun
and gold and come back when you're done
while you were sleeping
you tossed, you turned
you rolled your eyes as the world burned
the heavens fell, the earth quaked
i thought you must be, but you weren't awake
no, you were sleeping
you ignored the sun
you grew your power garden
for your little ones
and you found brides for them on christmas eve
they hung young cain from the adam trees
and danced
while you were sleeping
i tossed and i turned
til i closed my eyes
but the future burned
through the planet turned a hair gray
as i relived the day
while you were sleeping
the money died
machines were harmless and the earth sighed
through the wind you slept sound
and gravity caught my love around
the ocean rose, sang about decay
while witches flew
and the mermaids stayed
full of dreams, you overslept
and keeping with quiet, through the walls i crept
i walked on tiptoe, sent darkness swirling over all the kitchen in the early morning
i'll never catch up to you
who sleeps so sound
my arms are useless
my heart beats too loud to go to sleep
my mind's too crowded
while you were sleeping
the time changed
all your things were rearranged
your vampire mirrors face to face
they saw forever out into space
and found you dreaming in black and white
while it rained in all the colors of the night
i watched the tvs
memories
championships
vanished to sea
could it be, my honey between you and me
so i waited for the riddled sky
to dissolve again by sunrise
and i've made a death suit for life
for my father's ill widowed wife
did you have that strangest dream before you woke
cos in your gown you had the butterfly stroke
did it escape you like some half told joke?
when you reached for your plume of smoke
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