martes, 21 de agosto de 2018

De alguna tarde...

Si usted quisiera...
¿Sabe?
Si usted quisiera

Podríamos encontrarnos,
No se...
Tal vez,
a la mitad de un sofá.

Ponernos al día
Sin una taza
De café de por medio.

Si usted quisiera,,
Sobrarían las sonrisas timidas y su sostén.
Faltarían palabras y el aliento.
Volarían su falda y el tiempo.

Y si eso sucediese
El roce de las pieles,
Las respiraciones agitadas,
La ropa en el piso.

En el silencio
Sólo se escucharía
El apagado y ridículo
Ruido de besos en la piel desnuda.

En silencio,
Sin palabras cariñosas
Sin poemas de amor.
Porque quien está declamando...
No está besando.
-Bahena-

domingo, 18 de agosto de 2013

{Rock latino} El mono

Estaba investigando sobre las raíces del rock latino, a raíz de haber escuchado por enésima vez El Hombre de papel de Radio Futura, cuando me topé con una banda contemporanea llamada Los Coyotes. Buscando una canción de ellos que sonara "latina" encontré esta


Lo que me hizo recordar sta versión de Desorden Público



Para finalmente descubrir que esta canción es de Derrick Harriot.



Y aún existe otra versión de los Specials

miércoles, 7 de agosto de 2013

{Stoner Rock} Kyuss -Demon Cleaner-

Estoy bastante emocionada... sólo quiero compartir la música, la investigación se las debo...


martes, 28 de mayo de 2013

{Is it wonderful?} Kalopsia QOTSA

Kalopsia
QOTSA

I never lie
To myself
Tonight

Rose, tinted eyes
Colour my sorrow
A shade of wine

Bye bye black balloon
See you real soon
Wave bye bye
Bye bye

Oh why you so sad
What have they done?
Forget those mindless baboons
They're off playing god

Copy cats in cheap suits
All playing it safe
While cannibals with their noose
Consume a parade

Is it wonderful?

Far, far from shore
Land of nightmares
Gone forever more

And I...
That I can't control
I don't even try
Why would I

Oh why the long face
You've got it all wrong
Forget the lead and the rings
We'll choke chain them all

These favour the ones
Who help themselves
The rest feel the sting of the words
As they run
To hell



The term kalopsia comes from the Greek words kalos (beautiful) and opsis (seeing). It is used to denote the aesthetic overrating of sensory, illusory, and hallucinatory phenomena, in the sense that these are perceived as beautiful, friendly, and/or comforting. As indicated by the German-American biological psychologist and philosopher Heinrich Klüver (1897-1979), the * geometric hallucinations occurring in the context of mescaline intoxication tend to be quite indiscriminately described as beautiful. It is this kind of indiscriminate positive valuation which is covered by the term kalopsia. The term is used in opposition to * kakopsia (i.e. seeing things as ugly, sinister and/or menacing).


*El video no muestra toda la canción :(



jueves, 23 de mayo de 2013

{I want one too} If I had a tail QOTSA

 If I had a tail
de
QOTSA

Giuchie, Giuchie
Oh la la
Two run run
You wont get far

I’m machine
I’m obsolete
In the land of the free
Lobotomy

I wanna suck, I wanna lick
I want to cry and I want to spit
Tears of pleasure
Tears of pain
They trickle down your face the same

It’s how you look
Not how you feel
The city of glass
With no heart…

If I had a tail
I’d own the night
If I had a tail
I’d swat the flies

Yeah, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/queens-of-the-stone-age-if-i-had-a-tail-lyrics.html ]
Giuchie, Giuchie
Oh la la
Two run run
You won’t get far

Animals in
The midnight sun
When you own the world
You’re always home

Get your hands dirty
Roll up them sleeves
Brainwashed all true believers
Buy flash cars
Diamond rings
Expensive holes to bury things

I’m machine
I’m obsolete
In the land of the free
Immortality

If I had a tail
I’d own the night
If I had a tail
I’d swat the flies

Yeah, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

TV dancing on the scars
TV dance…