EL BLUES DE LAS SIRENAS MUERTAS

Tras mucho tiempo, pero sin grandes cambios, no mucho mejor pero sin muchas más quejas, con el bolsillo otra vez llorón, dueño y señor de mis labores inacabadas, gourmet del tiempo ajeno y abulímico del propio, aquí ando de vuelta por estos lares virtuales.
Aburrido de mis mal llamadas obligaciones, influenciado y reclamo de peores compañías que andar conmigo mismo, escribí al almanpena de mi roomate y amigo, una canción, pero en vez de sajarse a la romana, le puso musica a la letra, y, junto con otra joya de la corona, su guitarra, y un puñado de dopantes, parimos una noche esta última versión.
Grabación casera, por supuesto, se aceptan cervezas por derechos de autor.

SIRENS'BLUES

Now she’s gone you know for sure
easy words-goodbye, take care
easy words- good luck, I’ll miss you.

Now she’s gone and you know
time will make her portrait yellow,
now she’s gone and you know
you loved her for sure.

Now she’s gone and you wonder if it’s true,
if time might rob her memories from you,

that days might come and you won’t
be able to remember anymore;

How’s the shine of her eyes
How’s the shine when she smiles,
What’s the smell of her hair;

How much sea-salt in her mouth
what’s her breathing on your chest
your sweat mixed with hers.

And you cry because you know
time might rob all the beauty you store,
And you cry because you know
she was unique, like thousands were before;
And you cry because you know
she will be and you won’t see;
And you cry what would have been
and you cry how to assure,
that she’s gone and it won’t be.

Time to fight, time to retreat
time to wake up on relief.

And you said you would stand,
and you said “I won’t sink down”
and you said “I won’t turn back”
but your shoes forgot of the braveness of before.

And you said you had no fear,
but you weren’t just afraid of it;
and now you look each other staring at your eyes,
it robs your air.

Deep breathings cannot find
where the lungs lie ill inside,
and you wonder if it’s weakness or just time,
to pick up pieces and begin a new start.

Put the wonders tears and doubts
and her portrait all together
and pack up.

And you wonder once again,
what’s the point of crossing seas,
of the journey, anyway.

But even though you know it’s of no help,
But even though you know there might be light,
But even though no matter what,
But even though you cry.

Cause you know the blues are coming
with their oceans and their sirens
and “no Ulysses, there is nowhere out of law”,
But your shoes but new eyes
but new landscapes but the line
splitting ahead from behind.

And you say yourself my friend,
“don’t get lost in your labyrinth of pain.”
Cause you know the blues are coming
with their oceans and their sirens
and “no Ulysses, there is nowhere out of law”.

But don’t worry I’ll be there,
There are still sunsets to be seen;
But don’t worry if you‘re not there,
despite of audience they will be,
There are still sunsets to be seen.

And one day all your pains will disappear.
And worms won’t mind how much bitter your taste is,
how much money is in your pocket,
how much bullshit in your head;
Whom you’ve sold, could it be just your-self.

By your side I’ll be to hug you
with arms of sand around you
one meter far from the sky I’ll hide you.

And for ever we‘ll be lovers
lay your head upon my shoulder
cause for ever we’ll be lovers,
Between the sky and us just flowers.

Lay your head upon my shoulder,
cause for ever we’ll be lovers,
between the sky and us flowers
between the sky and us just flowers.

PS. en breve colgaré el audio