Singing Time

U2 - The Ground Beneath Her Feet

All my life, I worshipped her.
Her golden voice, her beauty's beat.
How she made us feel, how she made me real.
And the ground beneath her feet.
And the ground beneath her feet.

And now I can't be sure of anything.
Black is white and cold is heat.
For what I worshipped stole my love away.
It was the ground beneath her feet.
It was the ground beneath her feet

Go lightly down your darkened way.
Go lightly underground. I'll be down there in another day.
I won't rest until you're found.
Let me love you, let me rescue you.
Let me bring you where two roads meet. Oh come back above.
Where there is only love. Only love...
Let me love you true, let me rescue you.
Let me bring you to where two roads meet

Let me love you true, let me rescue you.
Let me bring you to where two roads meet

Stereophonics (cover) - First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies.

The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt your heart beat close to mine
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.

And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my love

The first time ever I saw your face, your face,
your face, your face

Bob Dylan - One of Us Must Know (Sooner or later)

I didn't mean to treat you so bad
You shouldn't take it so personal
I didn't mean to make you so sad
You just happened to be there, that's all
When I saw you say "goodbye" to your friends and smile
I thought that it was well understood
That you'd be comin' back in a little while
I didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for good

But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you

I couldn't see what you could show me
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I couldn't see how you could know me
But you said you knew me and I believed you did
When you whispered in my ear
And asked me if I was leavin' with you or her
I didn't realize just what I did hear
I didn't realize how young you were

But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you

I couldn't see when it started snowin'
Your voice was all that I heard
I couldn't see where we were goin'
But you said you knew an' I took your word
And then you told me later, as I apologized
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
An' I told you, as you clawed out my eyes
That I never really meant to do you any harm

But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you

U2 - Ultraviolet

Sometimes I feel like I don’t know
Sometimes I feel like checkin’ out
I want to get it wrong
Can’t always be strong
And love it won’t be long...


Oh sugar, don’t you cry
Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes
You know I need you to be strong
And the day is as dark as the night is long
Feel like trash, you make me feel clean
I’m in the black, can’t see or be seen


Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(alright now)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way


You bury your treasure
Where it can’t be found
But your love is like a secret
That’s been passed around
There is a silence that comes to a house
Where no one can sleep
I guess it’s the price of love
I know it’s not cheap


(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way


Oh...ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...


Baby, baby, baby...light my way


I remember
When we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When I was all messed up
And I had opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed


Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way


Ultraviolet...
[repeat 4 times]


Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
[repeat 3 times]


Baby, baby, baby...light my way

You say you love me
And you're thinkin' of me,
But you know you could be wrong.
You say you told me
That you wanna hold me,
But you know you're not that strong.
I just can't do what I done before,
I just can't beg you any more.
I'm gonna let you pass
And I'll go last.
Then time will tell just who fell
And who's been left behind,
When you go your way and I go mine.

You say you disturb me
And you don't deserve me,
But you know sometimes you lie.
You say you're shakin'
And you're always achin',
But you know how hard you try.
Sometimes it gets so hard to care,
It can't be this way ev'rywhere.
And I'm gonna let you pass,
Yes, and I'll go last.
Then time will tell just who fell
And who's been left behind,
When you go your way and I go mine.

The judge, he holds a grudge,
He's gonna call on you.
But he's badly built
And he walks on stilts,
Watch out he don't fall on you.

You say you're sorry
For tellin' stories
That you know I believe are true.
You say ya got some
Other kinda lover
And yes, I believe you do.
You say my kisses are not like his,
But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is.
I'm just gonna let you pass,
Yes, and I'll go last.
Then time will tell who fell
And who's been left behind,
When you go your way and I go mine.

Bob Dylan

Fall

There goes the summer.
Fall is here
bringing ochre to the fields.

Tiempo

Tiempo de volver, tiempo de amar, tiempo de sufrir, tiempo de madurar, tiempo de dejarlo ir, tiempo de terminar, tiempo de morir, tiempo de crecer, tiempo de pelear, tiempo de celebrar, tiempo de tristeza, tiempo de obscuridad, tiempo difícil, segundo tiempo, tiempo extra, tiempo de carga, tiempo de titulación, tiempo sobre distancia, tiempo para olvidar, tiempo al tiempo, el tiempo lo cura todo, el tiempo y la distancia, tiempo de matar, tiempo de comer, tiempo de escuchar, cuatro tiempos, tiempo. Voy tarde, llego tarde, se me hizo temprano, me hice temprano, estoy fuera de tiempo, apúrale que te ganan.

Y el tiempo no es eso que pasa allá afuera con la vuelta del planeta sobre su propio eje y el tiempo tampoco es esa vuelta alrededor del sol, ni esa vuelta alrededor de otras galaxias, ni si quiera es ese tiempo en el que la antimateria tal vez choque con la materia y tampoco ese de los ritmos circadianos. El tiempo es saber todo eso y pensar que es maravilloso que exista.

Lebensgeist

Hoy ha pasado lento. El tiempo se va volando dicen, pero recordar que hace dos meses aun estaba con ella parece muchísimo, pero pensar que la conozco desde hace cuatro años parece un apagar la luz. Recordar lo que hice hoy parece una eternidad, el día me pesa. Tal vez se deba a que no hice nada importante. Falté a clase, di una vuelta absurda por la ciudad y volví a casa para no hacer más. He querido leer pero no lo he logrado, tal vez lo haga en un rato. Intenté tocar la guitarra; me llamaron por teléfono y perdí el momento. Ahora, he de confesar, ando un poco malhumorado. Confundido y aprétando esa tuerca que tanto me duele y que yo solito con mi ingenuidad trato de sacar. Me encuentro girándola hacia el sentido equivocado.

El día se termina, un día muerto. Después de un fin de semana largo en el cual hice de todo menos descansar. Ahora que todo se tranquiliza me encuentro solo conmigo y encuentro una vez más este malestar. El malestar que me acompaña desde que tengo memoria. La Nausea le dice Sartre. Mi vida, la que no escogí como mía y a cada segundo trato de sujetar con mis pies y manos ataviesa mi cuerpo como algún Geist escurridizo. Algunas veces es cálida, me gusta que entre por mi pecho y me sugiera que sí es mi vida, que puede cambiar, sólo tengo que moverme hacía alguna parte. Pero otras cómo ahora es un aire gélido, azul muerte. Pesado como una pluma del infierno, arrogante y desgarrador. Entra al pecho como una sombra disfrazada de esperanza y es por eso que la caída es más fuerte. Dentro se expande como alas de murcielago y entristece al espíritu. La resaca son las pocas ganas de cambiar, las pocas ganas de buscar algo nuevo, te prende del dolor conocido y busca aumentarlo aparentando un final feliz. El algún punto, en algún momento de la vida uno puede decidir y decir no más, pero este fantasma no lo permite, cega la mente con malos pensamientos con pesimismos absurdos disfrazados de amor y causas perdidas.

La metáfora permite salir de este estado deseperanzado al menos por un momento. La gente necesita hablar, ahí donde las palabras surgen como borbotones de agua cobriza no importa si es verdad o es mentira, la gente necesita hablar para curar con una suave brisa lo que las explicaciones más sumisas solo reprimen velando la posibilidad de un ser diferente.

INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring. Emotional face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population. Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)

El amor rojo como la sangre brotante

El amor rojo como la sangre brotante
de los muertos de guerra
mutilados, ahoracados
cuerpos flotantes
en aguas inciertas.

Sacrificio al tiempo perdido
a los sueños del verano
separados con un dardo
cortando los años
cayendo a pedazos nos vamos.

Sacrificio a los dioses
la vida celebran
morimos de amor
sólo un poco no más...

El amor verdadero
del Hades rescata
el Hades en tierra
en mi propia casa.

Alas amorosas surgen de mi espalda
sangrando las heridas
brotando los recuerdos
como dagas en el cuerpo.

Más liviano más libre
el amor salva
a los cuerpos muertos
destazados por el desconsuelo.