* l.s.

laneylat

I’m the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won’t you come and save me, save me

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you’ve sewn them shut

I’m the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won’t you come and save me, save me

* man in the box (alice in chains)

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* norfolk

norfolk2

A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach
He was a friend that I could not reach
He thought I was cold but I understand
But for the grace of god goes another man

And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But you’re a martyr for even less

A choirboy is buried on the moors
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
So some kids are best left to fend for themselves
And others were born to stack shelves

And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But you’re a martyr for even less.

* even less (steven wilson, porcupine tree)

* lie in the dark

trenvert3

In the white room, with black curtains, near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

I’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

I’ll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She’s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

I’ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

white room (clapton, bruce, brown)

* paredes

ausen tu ausencia, las paredes
se pintarán de tristeza
y enjaularé mi corazón
entre tus huesos…
y en tu ausencia, las paredes
se pintarán de tristeza
y enjaularé mi corazón
entre tus huesos…


bendecida 2 (bunbury)


* una tipa rapaz

gabriela

Los genios son buenos servidores

y malos amos.

Si les has visto primorosos caíste en el lazo,

tu bolsillo es más profundo que su gracia

y calcular su coraje

puede llevarle la vida

a un corazón que no puede

cumplir más promesas ya.

Mi Genio Amor (Solari/Beilinson)