Soon in the morning, your needs are hungry,
Low instinct, as an animal.
Flesh bay, in the bed, holiday.
Sunday morning.
At any hour.
You calling me with your hands
And your mind is shouting.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Wake up….
And I hurry to take you, hurry to take you.
Wake up…
‘Cause I’m also needed, really needed
Wake up…
And we’re making it all the time, strange things all the time.
We weren’t confused, not dazed, dying for lust
Your detector is charming; your light is directed as a ray’s light.
Calling me with your hands.
Your mind is shouting.
Wake up.
Wake up….
And I hurry to take you, hurry to take you.
Wake up…
‘Cause I’m also needed, really needed
Wake up…
And we’re making it all the time, strange things all the time.
After hours in a french atmosphere cafe.
There were pencils and confetti in the air.
The night was the accomplice of our feelings
And a thin curtain of shyness between us.
But her sweetness got free, she took a piece of paper
And with an orange pencil she wrote my name.
Her eyes were sad, she knew what was true, what was false
And her words withdrew the curtain I’ve mentioned before.
We are not dealers though the streets are narrow.
And the points of view always loose against the facts.
There’s no booklet with the rules we should follow,
We haven’t yet a place in the blue sky.
The rain was soft and it made her hair shine.
We struggled by the ways of her hillside,
And that dress rehearsal of our death
Was the end, was the beginning, was the half time.
Sometimes there are magic moments
That you remember like you were in a cloud.
With no trick, the playing card is the right one,
Our names are together, it can’t be just chance.
Don’t say a word that could be broken, don’t break the moment,
Don’t loose your appetite,
Keep it like it’s now, always like tonight,
Keep the rose so red and fresh.
How could i help this night don’t be just a memory?
Only time will tell possibility or fact.
I don’t think I only want her while she loves me,
That difference would be too big to be denied.
Two fools, one fool, or no fool.
There’s a lot of ways to see the things.
Sometimes there are magic moments,
But always with a low frequency.
You’ve hunting for a long while
Hummingbirds were scared
Now you’re humbled with no luck,
Success seems remote.
Your renown was like a leaf,
It flew with the breeze,
Now your kingdom is so small
That you can’t put on it your feet.
Will these clouds, one day, fly?
All these clouds that are on you,
The same clouds that didn’t let you
See the birds when you were trying to hunt.
Outrooted, lost in the dark,
Your shadow is your lord,
In the ostracism of your room,
Dusty prizes of gold.
You’re in the top of the mountain
And you don’t know how to climb down,
Now your ship is rolling
And you’re weak as a straw.
Will these clouds, one day, fly?
All these clouds that are on you,
The same clouds that didn’t let you
See the birds when you were trying to hunt.
All the ballads you’re singing
Are like memories of pain,
They’re goading your ears
But your mouth can’t stop.
Will these clouds, one day, fly?
All these clouds that are on you,
The same clouds that didn’t let you
See the birds when you were trying to hunt.
Will come the day
for me to walk towards the mountain,
Horizon will chase my steps.
Today my head
Is full of colors, green and orange,
But parties will be a part of the past.
Will I be ready?
Is it useful to doubt?
Was that bird a bat? Was that girl a boy?
Is this song just noise?
My needs will grow
And imagination won’t take flight.
In the air will float all I will forget.
Pride is waiting
Like a silent killer
And like a plague, it will reach my friends.
Will I notice it?
Will I become what I hate?
Will I leave your arms? They are all I want.
You’re the one I love.
Like anyone,
With my grey suit, I will stroll.
There could be a blank in this song.
Try to be different than the others
And you won’t sleep
All night long.
Will I forget these days?
Like if they were a dream.
Nature: freeze my mind, keep it like it’s now, so anxious and so young,
Nature: freeze my mind, always like tonight: so anxious and so young.
I threw you out as a paper,
You dropped from my hands, down,
I flew and left you sleeping,
I run and I hid.
The moon became your partner,
Dogs dining at your table,
But you decided to save it all
And your clock just stopped.
I never meant to hurt you,
I was trying to protect you,
Trying to protect you from me.
Your life became a failure,
The failure of my purpose
Now I’m feeling guilty
Only you could lift my aim.
Please, understand me, treasure,
I was trying to protect you,
Trying to protect you from me.
I’ve heard your nights are long,
I’ve known you can’t forget me,
I could say I feel the same way,
But I don’t want to lie.
The fact is that I feel worried
But I go on saying sorry,
I was trying to protect you,
Always trying to protect,
Only trying to protect you,
Trying to protect you from me.
Come what may,
I will stay the same
Through stormy events,
I’ll love you every evening.
Come what may,
I will hold your hand,
To help you in the ladder,
It’s forever.
It might be raining,
Come what may,
I’ll watch the night sky
Thinking about you,
Come what may.
We were laughing at them at the church gate,
They were guffawing, ignoring us,
We, thinking that was such a kitsch parade,
Children running around, all that fuss.
Then we saw the rented limousine
with the father and the bride,
saluting friends and cousins
with unjustified pride.
A bunch of workers came
into the bar where we were sober,
And, since the seats were not enough,
one of them moved a chair closer.
They were talking about chicks and sports
with a sandwich and a beer,
speaking with food in their mouth,
their happiness so sincere.
We were far from there,
we were running fast beside the souls of writers,
philosophers, thinkers that we wrongly thought that
would never move a finger
without the complete sureness
that they were going to transcend.
We founded that dusty club-
as if we had a life to spend.
There, no feeling was accepted
without a convincing argument:
With references, poetries, and no repeated jokes,
and the promise of never going where
ordinary people goes.
Lifting from the ground with a
certain rightness I won’t deny,
we were silent and invisible,
we both were the perfect spy,
Then we left the neighbourhood
were we had lived so many times
and the road became narrow
as friends were being left behind.
Then was when I thought
we were wrong,
I left you though you were my shadow,
my loneliness, my half, but then I left you ‘cause I learnt,
that not ev’ry airplane
had to be The Spirit of Saint Louis,
that there are degrees of wrong.
And I’ve heard that you’re obsessed,
looking for an audience,
an accomplice, that you watch me
hidden in my tidy garden
but I never look at you, ‘cause happiness is something blind,
that turns you off, that gives you peace
and rubs the doubts of your mind,
I even have begun to accept that short ugly poet
that writes to cheat stupid girls-
he only wants to fuck-. Like anyone else.
Like the cane of a blind man,
like the script of a play,
like the wings of a bird,
like the spokes of a whisk:
That’s the way I need your breast.
And you are stirring the fire
and you’re calling me with a blink,
And you lodge is open and free,
not for everyone, just for me,
How can you do me all these things?
Warm, your arms are my nest,
of cinnamon branches and honey clay,
On the streets girls and boys play,
but your refuge is far away,
Oh, how I need your warm breast.
Your breast, your breast, your breast
Against my chest,
Your breast, your breast, your breast, your breast.
With a hundred horsewomen
taking shelter under you,
Crossing the big river
When the sky is not blue,
Sleepers on a bleak table,
Lost and pale,
The strength of a seagull
In the storm, in the gale.
Oh, you are like the rain,
You soak like the rain.
No one gainsays your actions,
No one doubts you are wrong
But the pillars of freedom
By prejudice are torn,
In the firmness of certainty
Your mind is silk
If we claim for your mercy
Like babies claim for milk,
But you are like the rain,
You’re immune like the rain.
I can’t talk like a close friend,
There’s a winter in your heart,
I’ve never been a follower,
I’m not afraid to depart.
When the elm finds the well
In the lap of earth,
The world celebrates
Your generous gift,
But you are like the rain,
You are deaf like the rain.
Will you waddle in my mind
When the last leaves fall?
Will your stolid sting
Penetrate my soul?
Skywards, skywards,
Is anybody there?
I could have given you it all,
I could have given you it all,
I could have given you it all,
I could have given you it all.
I climbed to the top, but the peak was down,
I painted a red wood but it fell over me,
I gave you all my love, but all was not enough,
I was putting all my coins in a pierced bag.
In a lodging place you required my hands
Then you said you were tired, so I changed my name
I could have given you it all, but all was not enough,
Now I’ve decided I’ll go and I’ll leave you with your pride.
I could have given you it all,
I could have given you it all,
I could have given you it all,
I could have given you it all.
Reaching you was hard, what you were harder to keep,
The quiet lands I saw became winding fields,
I could have given you it all, but all was not enough,
The bullets of your words, the wounds of your sword.
Someone could say I’m the expert that I don’t want to be,
The teachings of loss I never wanted to receive,
I could have given you it all, but all was not enough,
‘cause once you had it all, you felt you wanted some more.
Well, it’s midnight and the highest moon is born and the sky is getting full with stars and a solemn silence fills them, they are full of sadness, so hollow, so beautiful.
Then a horrible bird comes and lays down on my head, and it incites the tears and annoys me with its idea, killing me slowly and effective.
Silence, lights far, your music and your memories, your picture, your mirror, the bracelet that you made for me and since you’re not here appears everywhere.
An enormous emptiness around, the walls are not a barrier, my house is not a frontier, and from that hollow, sadness occupies it all, where there is nothing…and it fills me.
And your music still sounds, it never stops, now there’s just a storm, the rhythm of your fake voice, and I can smell you, I dream you, and then a contraption comes to me comes to me, I see it, it’s black and white, indiscreet, and it makes me think…and I play it, and becomes useful, it reminds me of your eyes, your hair, your mouth, your navel, and I suddenly see a reflection of my face and it’s so sad since you’re gone.
The clock runs slowly, it’s 2 a.m. and the piano in its silence repeats the same song brought us a kiss, that kept us together, it was “Twilight Time”, by The Platters…and I miss you so much that I play some musical notes, and each one is different and clean, and some raindrops fall wetting the window where my eyes are looking at, lost, looking nowhere.
And I stay like this for 2 hours…tonight I won’t sleep, I imagine my clothes are crying because I don’t know when will you return, what’s happening to you, are you dancing, are you sleeping? Do you think of me? Do you cry? Oh, silence, please, shut up! I don’t want to hurt you, I’d just like to sleep, holding your hands, embracing you, watching your picture…and your picture suddenly seems to move! And your smile and your lips fill the space, the time, everything, and silence fades and sadness appeases…
Silence is dying, and the horrible bird flies, and the sky goes up, and the moon hits the road, and my panorama lights up and your face is on the moon…I finally see you, at last! I needed you, so I quit music, I just lay on the lawn, and look at the moon, because you are the moon, and you are so beautiful.
And it will soon be true, now I can sleep. I love you. I love you until the infinite.
These walls are all I’ve ever seen,
I’ve never been out.
My parents trying to protect me
Caused me harm.
I’ve always been in the haze,
Always in the fog,
They gave me all I needed,
They never asked me what I wanted,
I saw strange lights.
Sleep, sleep, baby.
Don’t grow up.
Will bring you anything you need,
Just don’t grow up.
I slept in a heap of dust,
And my dreams were dirty
There was a leak on my head,
It turned me mad.
The lavish life seemed perfect,
I never suffered,
Until I broke the chains,
Not long ago.
I run to the strange lights.
Sleep, sleep, baby.
Don’t grow up.
Will bring you anything you need,
Just don’t grow up.
They captured me soon,
Took me back to the room,
They called me ungrateful
And they started to cry.
I was looking at the strange lights.
Sleep, sleep, baby.
Don’t grow up.
Will bring you anything you need,
Just don’t grow up.
One day they died,
And said something I couldn’t understand
First, they freed me,
And looked at me tenderly,
They were sad for me,
They thought I was a bad son,
And I started to run,
To run to the lights,
I hope one day I’ll arrive.
We’re burying today the last dream,
Ravens are guests, and they sing,
Drying their tears people parade
Looking through black shades.
The bricks of the wall are falling
And they hit the floor with no noise,
Because the last dream has died today.
Here comes a song,
And now it’s done,
We can go back home.
Hanging grapes from the ceiling
Make wine as a prayer for the last dream.
It died in the line of duty,
It was not too old.
Let’s bed down tonight, let’s sleep tonight
The last dream is dead, it’s over,
Barren wastelands times come.
One faraway day,
Perhaps a child.
Will bring it back to life.