on the thoughts and opinions of a struggling musician
con tus dedos aceitunas.
y el adios de la sonrisa...
me dijiste papa frita,
y los ojitos verde mentira.
se ven lejos, lejos
mirando, riendo, llorando.
y la carcajada que brota y
retumba, y el vacio del lejos
y de kilometros de aire.
con tus dedos aceitunas...
agitala, agitala.
un beso papipa
para que no digan....
un beso hermanita,
para que sigan.
have lost faith....in words.
yet to understand, what's the cost.
of all the things I once got lost.
no remorse, no desire,
a blank stare into the moonlight.
and here we are upon this greatness,
this emptiness of our very own selves.
upward to the skies our sight travels
sending our devotions to unknown maps
in our lovely dance we stumble and revel
in a small moment of bliss.
our faith have been shaken, our fears
awaken, and in the mist of things
I got up and welcome the crash
with an open heart, for it will lead me
closer to ME.
Because every minute, we live, every minute we die, somethings rises, somethings fall, somebody smiles, somebody cries, a house is built, a house is burned, every minute, every day, all around the world.....
someone hopes, someone gives up.....this is what makes up our place we live in, constant changes, every minute, every day....(Josero)
Blemish
I fall outside of her
She doesn't notice
I fall outside of her
She doesn't notice at all
And mine is an empty bed
I think she's forgotten
And mine is an empty bed
She's forgotten I know
Put the brakes on
Put the brakes on
'Cos I'm fading fast
Can't find the link
Between me and her
He who was first's coming in last
I fall outside of her
And the trouble is there's no telling
Just who's right or who's wrong
Don't tell me that love is all there is
I know don't I ?
Don't crowd me pappy
Got too much to think about
The game's not lost
If I say it's not
And it's not
Give me one more chance to do things right
Don't crowd me pappy
Got too much to think about
There's no talking to her
Talking to her
I'll keep my thoughts to myself
Unless I'm asked
Like blemishes upon the skin
Truth sets in
Life's for the taking so they say
Take it away
I fall outside of her
She doesn't notice
She doesn't notice at all
And mine is an empty bed
I think she's forgotten
All is bloated and far from truth
Let's secure that reputation
Place the dummy upon the roof
Stitch him a tongue
Give him proof
Don't tell him love is all there is
I know, I know
Just pull the wool down over his eyes
One more time
Her heart's a foreign place
I visited for a while
And although I try to please her
She came at night and stole my visa
Come away now, run away now little man
You'll not make sense of it
Try as you might to understand
Like blemishes upon the skin
Truth sets in
Messages ran all over town
Words without sound
Condemned me
And left me for dead
All over again
It wasn't the first time, but this time
Things will never be the same
Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
In the church of the lost and found
The angels cry
Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
Until the ravaged soul begins
To reflect the open skies, ride
The chapel was burned
Razed to the ground
From the darkest of clouds
Small birds tumbled like rain
Time and again
You may go charging at windmills
In these days
Absurdities never change
Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
In the church of the lost and found
The angels cry
Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
Until the ravaged soul begins
To reflect the open skies, ride
In the thick of the woods
The word is taboo
In the darkest of continents
Light can deceive you
Ride, saddle up your thoughts and run to ground
In this world of lost and found
The eagles fly, ride
Josero says:Tomorrow was my Yesterday. Why the infatuation with Mr. Sylvian?. Haven't heard anybody like him, and haven't heard and read anybody with so much transparency on the fragility of human nature ias he does in his Lyrics. His music, by some considered simple, perhaps under some standards, reveal a fearless attitude toward adventurous experiments in composition. One has the feeling that he's talking directly to you when you hear his music. Yes, I know it sounds cliche, but it's true. Just when my hopes of one day, bumping into him in NH where I live, as he was living not to far from me, I found out that he moved back to London and spends some time in New York City as well...
bummer, how many times we crossed paths in our very own cars, or visited the same coffee shops, without me noticing he was around??....the ever elusive David........but it's ok.......only him can pull out something like that..
Godspeed my friend...
I found the way
By the sound of your voice
So many things to say
But these are only words
Now I've only words
Once there was a choice
And I want to love
Did I give you much?
Well you gave me things
You gave me stars to hold
Songs to sing
I only want to be loved
And I hurt and I hurt
And the damage is done
You gave me songs to sing
Shadow and sun
Why didn't I stay?
Why couldn't I?
So many lives to cross
Well I just had to leave
There goes everything
Everything
Can I meet you there?
God knows the place
And I'll touch your hand
Kiss your face
We only want to be loved
We only want to be loved
And I want to be love
And I hurt and I hurt
And the damage is done
You gave me songs to sing
Shadow and sun
Earthbound, starblind
Tied to someone.
