Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Al buen entendedor pocas canciones...


Es bien sabido que yo soy "Canción para cada ocación" y mil canciones me recuerdan muchos momentos, no importa si son del pasado o del presente, pero cuando digo "Esta es mi canción" es precisamente por que en algún momento me proyecto con ella, puede ser una linea, una estrofa o la canción entera, pero me proyecto. Y bueno, mi última fijación musical se centra en Pearl Jam y ya tengo un playlist que habla por si solito, no dudo que con el tiempo y mientras más escuche a la banda le vaya agregando más canciones, pero por el momento aquí una semi-biografía musical.


I admit it...what's to say...yeah...
I'll relive it...without pain...mmm...
Backseat lover on the side of the road
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I pray...
Once upon a time I could CONTROL myself
Ooh, once upon a time I could LOSE myself, yeah...

Oh, try and mimic what's insane...ooh, yeah...
I am in it...where do I stand?
Oh, Indian summer and I hate the heat
I got a backstreet lover on the passenger seat
I got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet...I  pray...

Once upon a time I could CONTROL myself
Ooh, once upon a time I could LOSE myself, yeah, yeah...

You think I got my eyes closed
But I'm lookin' at you the whole fuckin' time...

Ooh, once upon a time I could control myself, yeah...
Once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Once, upon a time I could love myself, yeah...
Once upon a time I could love you, yeah, yeah, yeah...

Once (4x)
Yeah...once, once...yeah, yeah...
Yeah...yeah, yeah...yeah, yeah...oww...


Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun;
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything...
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore...

And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside,
I'm surrounded by some kids at play...
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head...
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning-
How quick the sun can.. drop away....

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be... Yeah...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be the sun
In somebody else's sky, but why? Why?
Why can't it be, why can't it be mine?


mm-hmm no yeah no
mm mmmm no nonono yeah yeah
we-
we belong
we belong together
together
oooh ooh
we-
we belong
we belong together
oh yeah


If I keep holding out
Will the light shine through?
Under this broken roof
It's only rain that I feel
I've been wishin' out the days
Oh oh oh
Come back

I have been planning out
All that I'd say to you
Since you slipped away
Know that I still remain true
I've been wishin' out the days
Please say that if you hadn't have gone now
I wouldn't have lost you another way

From wherever you are
Oh oh oh oh
Come back

And these days, they linger on, yeah, yeah
And in the night, I've been waiting for
The real possibility that I may meet you in my dreams

I go to sleep

If I don't fall apart
Will my memory stay clear?
So you had to go
And I had to remain here
But the strangest thing today
So far away and yet you feel so close
I'm not going to question it any other way
There must be an open door for you
To come back

And the days they linger on, yeah
And every night what I'm waiting for
Is the real possibility that I may meet you in my dreams
Sometimes you're there and you're talking back to me
Come the morning I could swear that you're next to me
And it's ok

It's ok, it's ok

I'll be here
Come back, come back
I'll be here
Come back, come back
I'll be here
Come back, come back
Oooooooo
Oooooooo
Oooooooo


I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar yet, I can't seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place, I wish I'd seen the place
But no one's ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (2x)

I swear I recognize your breath
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
me, you wouldn't recall, for I'm not my former
It's hard when you're stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
Perhaps that's what no one wants to see
I just want to scream...hello...
My god its been so long, never dreamed you'd return
But now here you are, and here I am
Hearts and thoughts they fade...away...

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (2x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade...fade away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (3x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade...


I see the world, feel the chill
Which way to go, windowsill
I see the words on a rocking horse of time
I see the birds in the rain
Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh...

Oh, dear dad, can you see me now
I am myself, like you somehow
I'll ride the wave where it takes me
I'll hold the pain...Release me...
Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh...

Oh, dear dad, can you see me now
I am myself, like you somehow
I'll ride the wave where it takes me
I'll hold the pain...Release me...
Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh..

Oh, dear dad, can you see me now
I am myself, like you somehow
I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me
I'll open up...Release me...
Release me (3x)
Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh..

A la última le quitamos el Dad y... puff!. Como digo, no todas las canciones las tomo literal, a algunas les doy cierto significado diferente a las frases, como es el caso de Release y Once, otras si puede ser bien literal como Elderly Woman y Come Back, pero en si, en ese orden cuento una larga etapa de mi vida que se cierra con Release. Y recalco, no quiere decir que esa historia importe hoy, pero oir estas canciones (en ese orden) como que me dan flashbacks. Ya en desorden, me recuerdan otras cosas también jeje. Ahorita estoy traumada con Black horrorosamente, sobre todo con la última estrofa "Why can't it be mine?" esa pregunta siempre me retumbará el cerebro por lo visto jajaja... ya, me voy a dormir, tantas noches sin dormir ya está empezando a afectarme.

2 comments:

Duncan said...

Hola tio!!
Estaba por ahi navegando y he encontrao esto y pff...La verdad es que tienes mucha razon..

Hay canciones que todavia no he traducido, pero otras como Black, Elderly, ...son brutales!
Sobre todo eso, la ultima parte de Black es brutal.

Sigue disfrutando de la musica, colega :)

ChesterDEAN said...

Gracias Duncan :)
No soy Tio, soy chica jeje pero lo seguiré haciendo :) gracias!.