De esas cenizas, fénix nuevo espera;

Mas con tus labios quedn vergonzosos
(que no compiten flores a rubíes)
y pálidos, después, de temerosos.

Y cuando con relámpagos te ríes,
de púrpura, cobardes, si ambiciosos,
marchitan sus blasones carmesíes.

Francisco de Quevedo

miércoles, 14 de abril de 2010

The girl who was... death.

Dejo la letra de una de mis canciones favoritas. The Girl who was... death es la única pista del disco del mismo nombre. Mezclando algunas influencias del metal con el gótico, surge esta obra maestra del género, que dura 66 minuyos y 6 segundos teóricamente, aunque en la práctica se reduce a 40-42; esto debido a que los restantes 20-26 son de silencio. La letra podrá no tener mucha relación por sí sola, pero la música nos ayuda a crear un ambiente en el que la sucesión es simplemente lógica: ninguna otra forma en la que se djera parecería ajustarse mejor a la demencia de Mr. Doctor, como se hace llamar el principal meimbro de la banda; utiliza piano, violines y guitarra elécrica como instrumentos núcleo, con predominio de los dos primeros. Ampliamente recomendado si gustan de Angizia o Sopor Aeternus o, en el mejor de los casos, de los dos :)
Por cierto, la técnica de canto que usa se llama "Sprachgesang."

Don't trust him!
When he turns his back he
looks at you!
Don't trust him!
When his eyes are closed he (still)
looks at you!

I fled, I fled devouring the space!
But the shapeless bulk was chasing me
Breathing my footsteps
Unsated with killing me, slowly
Nailing my incandescent thoughts along the border
the border of insanity
In a place where
A procession of
fleshly numbers slides incessantly
into the ironic waters... of the cosmos!
Seeking to remember the sense of
the impossible word:

"Who are you looking for, what are you looking at?"
A light? "a star"; a boat? "an insect"; a plane?
"a flying fish"

"I'm looking at somebody who belongs
to my world"
"This is your world:
I am your only world"

I can't remember when the fog
- unravelling the real and inexplicable contradictions that crowd
the human brain lobes -
Imprisoned me in the spider's web
of the
who touches the minds of the
Curbing and churning
the confetti of their thoughts...

"Without corpses there's no
and without war there's no
my dear!"

I will not be pushed
Filed, stamped
Briefed, debriefed
Or numbered!

- Nightmare -

Welcome, my freind!
Here whole generations
Of ghosts
Have raised
Their eyes and wings
Each morning
To unbounded space
With the innocent joy
Of crysalids
Their final metamorphosis
And in the evening
They're dead and dropping
Like lifeless flowers
Swayed by the plaintive
Whistling of the wind
You must learn, we are all pawns
On this hopeless chessboard;
Your move!

"Maybe you don't know my face
But well you know my name
- My name is death"
Dressed in white, smiling
The girl who was death
And loved me so much
Desiring to bring me back to her
The only way out
To no purpose

"Why are they trying
To kill me?"
"Because they don't know
You are already

Face to face
Shut up
In the cage of time
The man and I
Joined by fate
In the degree absolute
The challange
Without return match
Where the price to one is:
And pain to the other is:
Not dying!

The mask! The mask!
I must take off
His mask!
Now! Now!

But just as victory
Seems finally
To favour me
Aand the unknown
Persecutor appears
- Frame after frame -
In a slow instantaneous
Electric shock
Here is my contorted face
To reveal, sneering
The final dramatic
When victim and hangman
Exchange roles
The triumphant freedom
Of a thousand dreams
In the reality
Of a new incubus
- Once again -
Made of
Smiles, masks, lifeless confetti
Be seeing you!
Wandering through the catacombs of life
Desperately I plunge into the whirl
Wandering through the catacombs of life
Slowly I fall into the whirl of
- Hell -

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