PALAIS IDEAL - CONTEXT COLLAPSE

Fue en una de esas noches polvorientas y metálicas, incapaces de sedimentar recuerdos, cuando lo vislumbré con claridad; El mapa no es el territorio. El francés tenia razón.

Desde el rincón, ya no busco tu imagen tras las siluetas espasmódicas de los danzantes. In the caves all cats are grey. Lo que hoy puede ser ocurrente y gracioso mañana mutará a pueril y ridículo. Gracias por la información. El ritmo frenético de Context Collapse es un formidable tsunami devastador.

Step beyond the boundary.
The map becomes the territory.
Each detail incorporated
in realistic models.

Forever avoiding a moment of disconnection.
Improving, engineering a more transparent you.

Thank you for your information.
We’ll let you know just what you’ve chosen.
Your vote has been evaluated.
Your ignorance compensated.

Forever avoiding a moment of disconnection.
Improving, engineering a more transparent you.

It's a context collapse.
It's a context collapse.
Context collapse.

Forever avoiding a moment of disconnection.
Improving, engineering a more transparent you.

It's a context collapse.
Context collapse.

 

Los Punsetes- Maricas.

Quiero morir en una discoteca llena de maricas,
quiero morir bebiendo vino a morro de una barrica,
quiero morir en el preciso instante en que lo diga una chica,
quiero una muerte tonta de esas que nadie se explica.
Y pasaría a formar parte de un ingente colectivo,
gente que ya no trabaja en laborables ni en festivos.
Y olvidaría las cosas que me han hecho daño,
gente que no se controla y se comporta de un modo extraño.
Quiero morir en las garras de un ser omnipotente,
quiero morir con los brazos abiertos de cuerpo presente,
quiero morir en una conferencia frente a un ponente,
quiero cantar canciones guarras en brazos de la muerte.
Se supone que la vida no en tan estridente,
mamá está equivocada y los libros mienten,
mamá está equivocada y los libros mienten,
mamá está equivocada y los libros mienten.

Deneuve- Berlín

Fíjate bien, yo que dejé de ir al Berlín
para evitar el trago de encontrarte allí
y tener que comportarme como si aún fuéramos grandes.
Y ahora, mírame, he vuelto del exilio,
sin encontrar nada especial, tampoco a ti.
Porque nunca es tarde para reaccionar y darse cuenta
que esta ciudad parece más grande si tú no estás.
Siempre creí que era imposible estar vivo sin ti
y en parte es cierto, cierto.
Pero, ya ves, sobreviví y sin rencor puedo decir
que no te quiero, que no te quiero.
Siempre creí que era imposible estar vivo sin ti
y en parte es cierto, cierto.
Pero, ya ves, sobreviví y sin rencor puedo decir
que no te quiero, que no te quiero,
ya no te quiero, ya no te quiero,
ya no te quiero, ya no te quiero ...

Ghinzu- Do you read me?

Do you read me?
Do you read me loud?
Do you hear me coming to you now baby?
I'm a chopped off head
Cruising at the speed of sound
Spitfiring in the air
Transmitting to the ground
See I'm a projectile baby
Radio controlled
And when I call out your name
It releases me from pain
I'm a blood-hot comet
Going to see my rendez-vous
Do you hear me coming to you now baby?
I was looking for you for so many nights
I was looking for you from time to time
Do you read me?
Do you hear me?
I'm a headless body
Starving for your electro shocks
I want to shake and ride
And twist all night long
So I'm just lying on the floor
Eating some coke and silicon
And hope only for the day
We'll be back at one
I'm a headless fury
Going to meet my rendez-vous
Do you hear me coming to you now baby
I was waiting for you for so many nights
I was waiting for you from time to time
Do you read me?

Do you hear me?

The Stone Roses- Made of Stone

Cal revenjar-se d'algú quan els seus atacs són totalment inofensius?. Per què hi ha persones que es creuen especials i són, senzillament, ridícules?. Ser pretenciós és una elecció o, és simplement, comoditat?.

Potser necessitem herois però també molts més somriures i entusiasme.

Hi ha cançons que tenen facilitat per enganxar-se a l'ànima i les fas teves o, millor dit, elles et fan seu. Aquesta n'és una.

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can't be delayed

Nowhere, just sky it's so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?

I'm standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style

And for as far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?

Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone?

Joy Division- Something Must Break

To waste and choose or raise the dead
With pain behind go straight ahead
Room full of people grouping as one
I can't break out now
the time just won't come

To waste and choose which way to go
Decide for me please let me know
Looked in the mirror
saw I was wrong

If I could get back to - where I belong
To waste and choose which way to go
I paused for one
whom signs forbode

If we were immortal we would not bear
Washed up on the beat here
Struggle for air
I see you face still in my window

Tormented clouds won't set me free
Something must break now -
this life isn't mine
Something must break now -
wait for the time

ALL ABOUT EVE - FLOWERS IN OUR HAIR

Hi ha cançons, poques, que m'acompanyen des de fa molts anys i sempre estan presents en el meu pensament convertint-se en jutges implacables de les novetats. Igual que em pot passar amb el Palacio de la Luna del Paul Auster o el Trainspotting de l'Irwing Welsh que marquen un llistó elevat amb els llibres o The Crying Game, Mi Vida sin Mi o Los Inmortales (sí, sí, no rigueu i reconeixeu que us va meravellar el primer cop que la vàreu veure) que submergeixen en el tedi a la majoria de nous films. En futbol destacaria l'elegància de la França de Platini, el Dream Team culé o l'absoluta meravella que ens ha regalat en Pep i el seus nois aquests anys que provocaran que difícilment puguem gaudir d'aquest esport com hem fet aquests darrers anys.

Per tot això és una cançó que em segueix semblant màgica i que em recorda altres temps, no necessàriament millors però si que necessaris per entendre'm avui.

Els títols esmentats ni ho són tots ni hi estan sempre però Flowers in Our Hair sempre hi ha estat.

Where have the flowers gone, sun children?Your shirts are loud and your hair is longNow do you ever think we'll make itSomething more than a uniform?

And we're almost thereWe learn to love and we learn to giveAnd we earn the flowers in our hair

Where has the vision gone, sun children?Colors glow but your eyes are closedI swear I still believe we'll make itIn your eyes I see your soul

And we're almost thereAnd we learn to love and we learn to giveAnd we earn the flowers in our hair, my friendSo take my handOne day is always too far away

I wish we had the hearts of childrenTheir eyes are wide and their love is pureWe only dare to say, "Please, love me"At the seventh glass of wine

We're almost thereAnd we learn to love and we learn to giveAnd we earn the flowers in our hair, my friendSo take my handOne day is always too far away

And we're almost thereWe learn to love and we learn to giveAnd we earn the flowers in our hair, my friendSo take my handOne day is always too far away

Blonde Redhead- Elephant Woman

Angel I can see myself in your eyes 

Angel won’t you feel for me from your heart 

Do return my heart to me 

No don’t insist I’m already hurt 

Elephant girl 

It was an accident unfortunate 

Angel threw me like a rubber band

Aiming for the ground 

Why amuse yourself in such way 

No don’t insist I’m already hurt 

Lay me down on the ground softly softly 

Don’t remove my head hurts much too much 

You never return it 

Well I wouldn’t miss it 

I shed no tears for broken me 

You never know it my peace of mind 

my inside and outside are matching 

Why amuse yourself in such a way 

No don’t insist I’m already hurt 

If you ever return it 

Will it break your wings 

Will you shed no tears for broken me