Official release. Deemed definitive. Abandoned work.

Studio Recording. Second-to-last version, with ideas and flaws

Grizzly Crossing Studio solo recording. Second-to-last version, with ideas and flaws

Cheap/old studio demo. Decent recording

Home demo. Only for hardcore adventurers

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LYRICS

Surprise me trying to discover it.

Thinking about you new evenings are going to fall.

What I was, what I’ve been, what one day I could have been,

Nothing matters, ev’rything has changed by your side, woman.

 

New colors in the street, new lights

That persuade me to think, to decide

That there’s no other way, your love is my fate,

And your eyes the light I will follow…

 

After you

In my life there’s a before and an after you.

 

It’s hard for you to understand what happens to me,

You’re not so much in love, there’s yesterday and now,

But you are bigger than my life, I can’t hide it though I try,

You are the last thing I think of ev’ry night…

 

After you

In my life there’s a before and an after you.

 

I only think about sharing each moment with you,

Your smile is like the heart of my heart,

Loving you has taught me how to long all the good

To someone, and live always in the best mood.

 

After you

In my life there’s a before and an after you.

A girl combs her hair while a boy is having her in his arms,

A car flies on the pavement showing off the horse-powers he bought,

The miracle baby kisses her rattle and loves her parents urge,

Her stained bib is her museum and she’s tied to the spurge.

 

Sam tries to deal with the posh boy of the eye bags,

He knows he’s not a cop, his nose bleeds, he needs a tap.

The bunch of swines laugh so loud that it seems a party,

The sleepless singer eats a pill, he loves to play the martyr.

 

A sweeper’s giving a lesson to the beginner immigrant,

He tells him where to look for garbage ‘round the garbage can.

Unemployed sailors spread their breath of brandy and mussels soup,

Talking ‘bout those times when they were laughing with the troop.

 

John scrubs the part of the sidewalk before of his bar,

He wrongly thinks that this way customers won’t go far.

The courier is so fat that lately he’s been getting late,

He is worried because his job is the key for his soul mate.

 

Rose turns off the light to escape from the mirror,

It’s like a report-clock, she prefers much more the window.

She shuts up tho listen to her neighbors making love,

And as it’s dark she can think that there’s even no wall.

 

And the moon’s watching us, and someone laughs and it’s alright,

There’s always a light on, all night long, and it’s alright.

We were born ,we grew up, and we live in the city,

We are made of its weirdness, it’s alright, in the city.

You’re painting all your house with the better paint,

But a cheaper one could do the same.

Covering the windows at a price of gold,

Forgetting that the question was not to be cold.

 

Luxes

Are  lies that your mind seeds

Just to betray you, to mislead.

Where is it written that we have to grow?

Where is it written there’s a place to go?

 

Fashion is so tempter, that we all could fall,

Renouncing to existence, dodging the squall.

Enlisting the lazy army where each though is a trick,

Where ev’rything you see spins around your dick.

 

Luxes

Are  lies that your mind seeds

Just to betray you, to mislead.

Where is it written that we have to grow?

Where is it written there’s a place to go?

 

Luxes

Are  lies that your mind seeds

Just to betray you, to mislead.

Where is it written that we have to grow?

Where is it written there’s a place to go?

Oh, oh, she’s so close tonight,

She’s the only one I’d like,

To spend my life beside of.

 

In my mind

I draw paintings of her face

So I can watch her when I want,

‘cause I want it everyday.

 

Sometimes like now

I am quiet and I think

Why is she with me?

Why am I loving her so much?

Alone I ask it to myself,

But there’s no answer and I feel well.

 

So close to me,

I can feel her on my skin

I want to travel ‘round the world

To bring her everything,

She’s a queen but I’m not a king.

 

Sometimes like now

I am quiet and I think

Why is she with me?

Why am I loving her so much?

Alone I ask it to myself,

But there’s no answer and I feel well.

 

Oh, oh oh, she’s so close tonight,

I’m feeling things beyond these words,

Feeling things beyond these words,

Feeling things beyond these words.

When I see your face

A storm bursts inside,

I caress your hair,

The crack’s wet, high tide.

 

I like to squeeze you,

Grape your legs,

I love the neglect

You show to let me inspect.

 

You’re a little crazy,

But I’m also insane,

And I don’t deny,

I’m giving too much,

 

So say, do you think,

That this nerves that I am feeling

Are a kind of cult

Am I surrendering to you?

It can’t be be the simple,

The ordinary,

Old love

That feels anybody.

It’s gotta be unique,

I want it to be unique.

What I feel for you.

 

I have you naked,

Your closed eyes,

You act as a present,

A never-ending surprise,

 

A moonbeam in your glance,

Shows me you’re wild,

The wind of your hands.

Keeps the doubt of a child.

So say, do you think,

That this nerves that I am feeling

Are a kind of cult

Am I surrendering to you?

It can’t be be the simple,

The ordinary,

Old love

That feels anybody.

It’s gotta be unique,

I want it to be unique.

What I feel for you.

 

I can’t wait for the night

To have you as you are,

To sleep by your side, to sweat by your side,

And later watch you tired.

 

I almost know who you are,

And you know who I am,

Your lips are soft,

My arms are strong,

 

So say, do you think,

That this nerves that I am feeling

Are a kind of cult

Am I surrendering to you?

It can’t be be the simple,

The ordinary,

Old love

That feels anybody.

It’s gotta be unique,

I want it to be unique.

What I feel for you.

 

The rain pours down on  Levine Street,

John ‘s naked, slept in the unmade bed,

Bud looks at the window, sad.

 

He feels he’s now under the rain,

He feel he’s caught by his worst thought,

And there’s no road out of the pain.

 

He promised not to return,

He promised girls instead of boys,

Empty words, as empty as before.

 

Now John says:

“come here, by my side, talk me sweet,

play me as a guitar, and then again,

come inside,

and close your eyes once you get tired.”

 

A taxi’s crossing Levine Street,

He draws a dagger in the water,

The silhouette Bud wants to see.

 

He’s sure that he isn’t sure,

He sure that it isn’t good,

So there’s a lot of reasons to do it.

 

Images of his recent acts,

Moving mirrors from behind

The narrow alleys of his mind.

 

Now John says:

“I see you strange tonight,

so come and lay,

close to me by my side,

relax yourself,

enjoy the screw,

let me do,

let me come into you.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It happened like a thunder,

Well, but for the noise,

A muffled cry of a voice.

 

The white sheets suddenly turned red,

And Johnny’s corpse on the bed

Was saying that something wasn’t right.

 

Bud took care of his fingerprints,

The condoms and the sperm,

Cops are still looknig for a girl.

 

Now Jack says:

“I see you strange tonight,

so come and lay,

close to me by my side,

relax yourself,

enjoy the screw,

let me do,

let me come into you.”

There was a time when  we were in love,

And we walked by the streets in the city,

Guessing the names of the trees,

inventing it just to laugh.

 

The half-moon, the broken umbrella,

The right hand, the cloud, and the bottle,

The chimney, the bell and the rattle,

The curve of your precious lips.

 

The phone, the hut, the vampire,

The cheese and the kneeled liar,

The wheelchair, the apple, the horn,

In your smile I found the world.

 

Now it’s lost in history,

Under the tones of silence of the universe,

But there’s eternity in each little verse

Written by you and me.

 

You’re somewhere laughing, in town fair,

Apparting from your eyes your rebel fringe,

You kiss me slowly and I flinch

And when I look you’re not there.

 

Sleep tonight, landscape of my dreams,

I like to watch you when you are in peace,

Sleep tonight,

Landscape of my dreams.

 

I hope you be dreaming of me,

I’d like you watch me too, while I sleep,

Sleep tonight,

Landscape of my dreams.

 

You’re the welcomed midnight sun,

You are the ocean and the ground,

You’re the lighthouse,

When mist is dense,

You’re the reason

To jump off the fence.

Sleep tonight, landscape of my dreams,

You are all I have,still in our teens,

Sleep tonight, landscape of my dreams.

When you think that maybe you’re an angry man

In this world wasting it’s time in nothing good,

Take a look around people on the streets,

They all moving, they all breathing, life’s so rich,

 

You are just a person like the rest,

The question isn’t to know who’s the best.

 

See the greenness growing in the fields,

Your death grandparents wave their hands and smile,

Then you can throw your arrows and your shields,

And try to understand at least for a while,

 

You are just a person like the rest,

It’s normal to feel the beat under your chest.

 

The bartender has had an awful day,

They caught him when he was driving drunk,

But in a hundred years we’ll look quite the same way,

Sleeping in the marble sealed bunk,

 

You are just a person like he is,

Try to bring to his life a bite of peace.

 

If god one day again thinks about us,

And come to the earth waiting for a fuss,

We should show him we don’t need him,  we’re not a pup,

We have our own heaven, we’ve grown up.

 

We all  are just a person like the rest,

And we’re not listed from worst to best,

We all are just a person like the rest,

Everybody is the worst and the best.

Different situations I’ve been passing lately…

Nothings gone right since my feet are lonely….

Even the train I took was wrong,

It run over a single rail….

 

Maybe I’ve been too cruel

With the ones I’ve loved,

Maybe I’m definitely a bad guy.

But I never meant to do it,

And it’s so sad to make a pain

You didn’t mean.

 

I’ve looked for brighter streets to show myself,

I’ve always tried to do my best,

But in the way I’ve been hurting

Victims of my innocence.

 I’d like to be under a grave

Singing the ballad of a wrong man.

 

I will leave you,

I can’t stand being here.

I cover my face all the time…

And I’ve tried to wash my guilt with tears,

Yes I’ve cried for I made you cry.

 

Though I know you don’t want to listen to me,

I can see the love you’re trying to hide.

I’m gonna phone you to amend it,

After all I’m only a wrong man.

 

I will leave you,

I can’t stand being here.

I cover my face all the time…

Let me call you

To repair it…

I love you, but I’m a wrong man.

Author's Comments

With In the City I got serious. I wrote ten songs about the transition into adult life. I was 20 years old and increasingly felt like writing about more serious things. It’s a conventional album in the same vein as what I had done shortly before with Bear. The recording presented here was produced by Carlos Díaz from Juliusmonk, who also plays bass whenever it actually sounds good. A very urban record, as the title itself suggests. I rewrote quite a bit of it in 2001—that’s when this version was recorded.