Today it's the day

A cornell box is a good place to be
i have the
and it got inside
now
i'm the only one left
and it is glorious
to feel sound taking over
all around
like it should always be

this is the year and the day
and perhaps i've never been so weak
but i promise i will stay
and remember
the endless nights & friends & dreams
and all hopes left
and our foolish ideas of what we can be

and today it is too much
but there is something i can see
and i miss you all so much
and i know we'll be
all stars in the night
sometime

Y ahora, un video.
Lady Sweet, de los Big Star reformados... canta Jon Auer, de los Posies.

A fast rap song for Star to sing

i have a plan
taking the a
as i would say
stopping the day
i'll be awake
open my eyes
bursting the dam
i'm just trying to break it
break break it down
all this place
and oh
the many modern games
and oh
i'm just trying to break it
break break it down

it's a bad use i know
bad thoughts i hope
no doors no doors
somebody finally call and
make me
make me say
words of satisfaction
taking the a
taking the a
no effects
only post the action

trying again
24 a day and the hours
are not shrinking
we’re so bored in the ha, big city
everybody in a, a small scene
i have a ticket to all the shows i know
how and what will i get
when i finally get there
i would like to know
i would like to know
the boys with their t shirts
girls with secret faces
all i can see
they are a case of angles and the mirror
it’s an art you know
vanity and pose
they make no sound
they just vogue vogue vogue
but now they’re melting

time is really running
for the mighty and the fun
you say this is what it means
to be young? ah ha

i'm too early to be
and i'm too late to just text
i only wish this could accelerate (in a way)
no doors no door somebody break it
break it break it down

I’m taking the a
they’re just melting
you say this is what it means
to have fun? ah ha

now i spend my time
looking at the paper
wallpaper wall
key in the knock
the knocking are the keys
they ask for my papers
talking in the pictures
picture the girl
learning to post
words and satisfaction, ah ha

and this will be lost
i know
but the game must be played
you know
the games we must play
the words we must say
my screen name
they are always changing
but only on a fraction

ah I choose
the fiction faction
ah I choose
the friction taking action
ah I choose
the words of satisfaction

looking at the wall
the wallpaper wall
taking the a
I try to grab it all
and I fall I fall I fall (i say)
now I’m just
taking the a
taking the a
taking the a

We never had buildings (song for Llamarada, faster, faster, todavía creo que va cambiar, pero aquí está)

we came from the cold
to this land that would be our land
the conquered and conquerer
one day we will raise our hands

there were no burden buildings
we ran across the desert dream
our father the northern star
cities always as far away as the forest
but we could run so fast

we know a thing or two about borders
and looking at the other side
we'll build spaceports
one day we will raise our hands

and the river among accusing mountains
the fake volcano, our fiction factories victories
we'll be our own tourists
due to an acute lack of visitors
this is today

make believe is the name of the game
invent your own language and face

and the main secret, the corridors we kept
the secret words of hills, their true names
memories, dreams, invisible friends

one day, one day

and then one day
leaving all mountains for thunder, striking this ground a last time
we'll take flight, the many bells, all the forgotten names
we'll have our day, and raise our hands
only the first, forever with us
always the first
always the last

The myth

she said
"i'm gonna kill you with truth
show you the way out... of you"
a little while later
we were holding hands
other hands
but the message was sent

it was an invitation
for a cartoon we had made
a script, a story to sell

and now
try your new shoes
knocking
red hunting
knife throwing
knock your shoes

we have a plan
a hundred year's plan
she wants the eye
two sets, a short skirt
and a room full of foreign arms

try your new shoes
knocking
knock your shoes
waiting, waiting

i still see you laying there
my hands searching your hair
give me your dreams
your bad decisions
your favorite lies
laura sky, laura sky

i checked up my papers
and yeah
there was the eye
i had to take it
i had to take it
to find the girl in the sky
still laying there, up there, up there

i knelt at your side
"please wake up
this is the time
you were right
i'll give you my dreams
my favorite lies
if you could only
show me a smile"
wake up
oh wake up
oh wake up laura sky

knock your shoes
knock your shoes
knock your shoes
let's go up there, up there
we will sell it in red!
we will sell it in red!
we will sell it in red!

Ella prepara el camino

Hay coincidencias felices. Lo usual es que alguien tenga que salir. Es entonces cuando pueden alargar el tiempo en un abrazo y en los dientes encontrando su presa. Ella prepara el camino de una mirada cómplice. Los dos son una semilla de caídas y arrepentimientos, y necesitan tener una cerveza a la mano.

¿Fue un milagro o castigo que ella resultara ser sólo una precursora?

Al final, todos se durmieron repitiendo otro nombre. Esa era la fórmula.

Ella recuerda haber visto a todos sus amigos

Ella recuerda haber visto a todos sus amigos en el hospital abandonado. Alguien había encontrado ese lugar en una vuelta del camino, una pieza blanca que había rodado por la montaña, una obra de yeso que ellos habían capturado para iluminar con velas.

Desde el piso de abajo, un rave golpeaba todo el edificio. Y el agua del baño corría escaleras abajo. En una de esas, Laura se resbaló. No pasó nada, Carlos estaba a su lado. Tal como sería el resto de la noche. Ella sólo tuvo que contener el aire. Siguieron subiendo. Al llegar al tercer piso, vieron en un sofa a Julia y Mark, dormidos, desarmados.

Carlos sonrío mientras apretaba su mano, y se dejaron perder en un cuarto. La música seguía rebotando en sus oídos, y ella repetía sin voz, sin que Carlos la escuchara. Sólo una presencia en su boca, dando vueltas a la misma moneda. Mark, mark, mark...

Un par de horas después escaparon para saludar a los amigos, y ella aprovechaba distracciones para espiar al otro grupo cayendo fuera de escena, y repetía saludos e historias con una sonrisa helada, y todo el tiempo entre sus dientes, dentro de su cabeza, ella repetía Mark mark mark mark.

Era como un latido, y nunca pasaba nada.