En la imagen, Cowboy Iscariot (izda) y Joao Avalanch (dcha) tomándose un respiro de su frenética tarea compositiva. Suyas son las letras (reproducidas a continuación) del primer disco de GOG Y LAS HIENAS TELEPÁTICAS, que pronto podréis disfrutar en la intimidad de vuestros cubiles o en el fragor de las tascas. No es que todas tengan sentido, pero... ¿Qué tiene sentido?
GROUND ZERO FOR THE SOUL (Iscariot)
The same vision for the same old god
the lamb in flames, the crown & the thorn
Bipolar disorder leads your road of excess
to a palace of wisdom that you’ll hardly get
The ambient rave up on the hill
& 100 tons of pain to kill
Bipolar disorder leads your road of excess
to a palace of wisdom that you’ll hardly get
Ground zero for the soul
A classic question for the same new God
“Do you want some or you need it all?”
Locked in the closet of your private plane
waiting for the dream to fall again
Ground zero for the soul
MOTEL DOUBLECROSS (Iscariot)
A lapse of light inside a complex mind
Are you human or just a firefly?
Stay away from me
A rusty sign in the way I talk
The other way is the way you gotta walk
Stay away from me
Melt inside a wave of love
A spark of light bright trough the bone
Finding first, the second, loss
They are hiring rooms in motel doublecross
I tell you once and I tell you again
avoid the trap, avoid the man
& stay away
Stay away from me
PLEASE (Don´t turn the daylight on) (Iscariot)
Washed by the glow of hospital lights
Bitten just right in the arm
by to many wasted days & nights
Locked in the thinkin cell
“Oh, I guess I´m not too well”
she said:
“Don´t wanna be dead and gone
Don´t wanna be dead and gone
Don´t wanna be dead and gone
Please don´t turn the daylight on”
You can play the hobo trick
we both know how it begins.
but it´s me the one to know
how it goes and goes and goes
I know you’re seventeen forever
I’ll be always 35
though the room is getting smaller
still the bed is warm and wide.
Seventeen-thirty five
LEAVING TRAIN (Iscariot/Avalanch)
You can kill me tonight
& tomorrow you’ll just find
an open grave,
some empty cans of beer
and a fading silouette
Cause I’m not a vampire
I’m not a ghost
Now that you’ve touched me
you know that I’m all flesh and bones
I’m not a vampire
I’m not a ghost
I’m just a leaving train
You can kill me tonight,
but that’s all that you can take.
Can pass your blade across my heart,
but it won't be enough to ease my pain.
Cause I’m not a vampire
I’m not a ghost
Now that you’ve touched me
you know that I’m all flesh and bones
I’m not a vampire
I’m not a ghost
I’m just a leaving train
Now the days of deception
are just a memory
but deception remains
for the days that come to be.
You never choose companions
even when you’re blessed
with a good dog or a son
both things I’ve been working on
Cause I’m not a vampire
I’m not a ghost
Now that you’ve touched me
you know that I’m all flesh and bones
I’m not a vampire
I’m not a ghost
I’m just a leaving train
I was taking the cure for you
there was nothing I would’t do
But I failed,
that’s what I do.
You were taking the cure for me
there was nothing you didn’t see
But you crashed
verge of collapse
I was taking the cure for you
there was nothing I would’t do
But I failed,
that’s what I do.
You were taking those pills for me
and other things that I couldn’t see
And you crashed
verge of collapse
I was taking those pills for you
BURGLAR (Avalanch)
You know that’s for you
Come back and get it free
You know when shit spreads trough the place
(You should be) going back and (we will) send it to you
You know what stores are for:
Come back and get it free
You know when shit spreads trough the place
(You should be) going back and (we will) send it to you.
I’m sick of all in this town
It’s only bright in the night
They will sure put me in a quatrain
(named) “going back and send it to you”
You don’t know me
You just know where I’m coming from
I’m the butcher
You will have all the things that you need
You are fat – really fat my friend
You are fast – but not so fast
You are fat – gotta lose some weight
You are fat and you are next to be sliced
We are the Pie Hole Truck
You won’t forget our name
We are the Pie Hole Truck
You won’t believe what you see
We are leaving now
Bust just to come back and
Get you from behind
The Pie Hole Truck
We are the Pie Hole Truck
You won’t forget our name
We are the Pie Hole Truck
You won’t believe what you see
We are leaving now
Bust just to come back and
Get you in the dark
The Pie Hole Truck
Creo que a Blake le gustaría su frase dentro de vuestra canción
ResponderEliminarBoth Mr. Blake and Miss. Dickinson are on our side!!!
ResponderEliminarshe was safe in her alabaster chamber and he was happy in his palace of wisdom
ResponderEliminarO el seguro y ella feliz, a saber...
ResponderEliminara saber...or maybe on the desert wild they both wander in terror and dismay , como dice Mr B., comprendiendo que el vellocino es un simulacro , como dice Miss D.
ResponderEliminar"Temo haber vivido mi vida/como si ello fuera un simulacro", que dice Maese Berrio...
ResponderEliminarhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1zRtjZi1Bk
Ese a menudo le pide prestada la ropa interior a Pessoa...
EliminarAcaso sea un heterónimo...
ResponderEliminarmost probably he´s just a pickpocket....
ResponderEliminarKnowin him, I would bet he's both... or both things are the same
ResponderEliminarno hombre no, no va a ser lo mismo el oro que el ladrón....
ResponderEliminar¿No nos roba algo cada personalidad paralela?
ResponderEliminar¿Podríamos acaso vivir sin ella, sin embargo?