FUCKIN' DESIERTO (directo en León)

Directo en la sala RETROVISOR de León. Gracias a Reyes y a Nacho por la grabación y por la hospitalidad...

AVALANCH-ISCARIOT (such a pair)

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”

17/35  (Iscariot)

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

TAKIN' THE CURE  (Iscariot)

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”

THE BUTCHER  (Avalanch/Iscariot)

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

PIE HOLE TRUCK  (Avalanch)

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

BURGLAR- Ese amable ladronzuelo (VIDEO)

Para todos aquellos/as que estábais deseando una toma en directo de nuestra bodega de las ideas, una pequeña muestra del quehacer cotidiano de las Hienas en su medio natural.

PLEASE (DON'T TURN THE DAYLIGHT ON)

Procedente del mismo ensayo que la anterior e igualmente grabada con un iphone, un tema ligeramente más pop de lo habitual en las Hienas y que, vaya usted a saber por qué, me recuerda poderosamente a The Replacements.

PLEASE (DON'T TURN THE DAYLIGHT ON)

Washed by the glow of the hospital lights
Bitten inthe arm
By to many wasted nights (days and nights)
Locked in a thinkin cell
“Oh, guess I´m not too well”
She says:
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

LEAVIN' TRAIN

Una pieza de country fantasmal from the very heart of the woods. En la versión de ensayo aquí incluida (picar en el link aquí abajo) hay varios cambios con respecto a la letra original, incluida la amputación completa de una de las estrofas. Cosas de la fontanería interna de las bandas, ese necesario oficio de chinos.

LEAVIN' TRAIN

You can kill me tonight
& tomorrow you’ll just find
an open grave,
some empty cans of beer
and a fading silouette

I’m not a ghost
I’m not a vampire
Now that you’ve touched me
you know I’m bone & flesh
I’m not a ghost
I’m not a vampire
I’m just a leaving train

You can kill me tonight, yeah,
but that’s all that you can take.
Can pass your blade across my heart.
Won't be enough to ease my pain.

Cause I’m not a ghost
And I’m not a vampire
Now that you’ve touched me
you know I’m bone & flesh
I’m not a ghost
I’m not a vampire
I’m just a leaving train

Now the days of deception
are just a memory
but deception remains
for the days that will be.
You never choose companions
You never choose companions
Even when you’re blessed
whith a good dog or a son...
Both things I keep on working on

One of this days they will find me
on a ditch.
Heavens will provide that
proper wake,
with the cricket rhyme & twilight choir
& the last wish of an owl...
To forget me will be easy
as you forget the snow.

Cause I’m not a ghost
& I’m not a vampire
but I’ll be back for you
when summer’s done again
I’m not a ghost
I’m not a vampire
I’m just a leaving train

LYRICS (I) - STAY AWAY FROM ME

STAY AWAY FROM ME

A warning 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're hiring rooms in motel doublecross

Face to face with an ugly god
The undertaker, the goddam mob
Finding first, the second loss
A Hired room in motel doublecross

A rusty sign in the way I talk
The other way (is) the way you gotta walk

Stay away from me

I tell you once and I tell you again
Avoid the trap, avoid the man

Stay away from me


(Tenemos un mapache muy cabreado -en la foto- que es el que nos hace las letras. Próximamente el audio de esta, con cristalinas voces a cargo de C. Iscariot. Premio para el que descubra el préstamo literario con el que el bendito racoon trataba de dárnosla con queso)