only time will tell if I’ll allow
the scenery around to eat me alive
I want to sleep for weeks like a dog at her feet
even though I know it won’t work out in the long run
so I burn down the wall, breathe my good shadow
those arms I once knew, hold me like ghost
I learn how to speak a forgotten language
I fall in the sea but forget how to swim
One of my favorite songs of all time, the first time I heard it played live (which was also the first time I really listened to man man) it blew me away.
“Quisiera vivir en medio de este esplendor de fuerza, sol y poesía. Pero tal vez no. Esta violencia desencadenada terminaría por matarme, es demasiado inhumana. Mi alma también ama la pobreza, la aridez y las piedras. Mi dicha muere en el exceso. Y esta belleza es perfecta. La felicidad tendría aquí su reino, pero también una muerte melancólica. El corazón necesita ausencias para alimentar el deseo.”—
from Medellin, a solas contingo by Gonzalo Arango
I would like to live in the middle of this force of splendor, sun and poetry. However maybe no. This unchained violence ends in killing me, its too inhuman. My soul loves poverty too, the aridness, and the rocks. My good fortune dies in the excess. And this beauty is perfect. Happiness would have its kingdom here, but so too a melancholy death. The heart needs abscene to feed to desire.
“Aspiro a ser como escritor el Arquitecto de la Destruccion. Instalado en mi trono planificar el caos, la ruptura del orden, la desesperanza inminente, el aniquilamiento total, el triunfo de la desesperanza.”—
from Manifesto Nadaista al Homo Sapien by Gonzalo Arango
"I aspire as a writer to be the architect of the destruction. Installed in my throne to plan the chaos, the rapture of order, imminent despair, total annihilation and the triumph of despair"
In my opinion one of the most under appreciated Springsteen songs ever. Though i’m generally of the opinion that my generation and the one coming up behind me lacks a real understanding of how perfect Springsteen is as a musician.
I’ve discovered that long bus trips (of which I seem to take more than my fair share) are never really comfortable unless they involve a healthy dose of Paul Simon’s Graceland. I have yet to exactly pin point why.