20/11/08

I am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity (legado de Primo Yerko)

Junto a Dream Theater, Queensrÿche siempre me recuerda, y seguro me seguirá recordando, a Primo Yerko (al loquito le gusta el metal progresivo, especial fascinacion por Mike Portnoy, además del metal alternativo, como Korn!!!). Bueno, en pocos días más el primazo inicia una nueva etapa en su vida y, desde la distancia, va El año 2001, luego de años sin saber el uno del otro, la vida nos llevó a compartir un departamento en Viña del Mar. Vivimos cerca de 4 años, 4 tremendos años. En esa época se estrecharon los lazos entre primas-primos-novios de primas (ahora esposos), se oficializaron los títulos de "primo", se formo "la tropa" y sus performance, juntamos a casi toda la familia -abuelos incluídos- un Año Nuevo. Lindos años. Por la huella que dejaron, para mi fueron como "los primeros años del resto de nuestras vida", algo así como la peli, pero sin drama.

Silent Lucidity - Queensrÿche

Hush now, don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over... or has it just begun?

There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension

I will be watching over you
I am gonna help you see it through
I will protect you in the night
I am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity

[Visualize your dream]
[Record it in the present tense]
[Put it into a permanent form]
[If you persist in your efforts]
[You can achieve dream control]
[Dream control]
[How's that then, better?]
[Hug me]

If you open your mind for me
You won't rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You're safe from the pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but...

I will be watching over you
I am gonna help to see it through
I will protect you in the night
I am smiling next to you....

Solitary Shell - Dream Theater

He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy's pride and joy

He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
and steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
but in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell

He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time

As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell



Un buen resumen de Portnoy

15/11/08

I'm wanting contact with you

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch

I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems
to please

I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact

(I Have the Touch - Peter Gabriel)

13/11/08

Hoy me llegó este chiste, muy bueno

Un cabro super clever trabajaba en la sección verdulería de un Super.
Llega un señor muy bien vestido y le pide media lechuga.
El susodicho le pide que espere un poquito, que tiene que consultar al Jefe.
Llegando a la oficina del fondo donde estaba el jefe, le dice:
"Jefe, ahí hay un aweonao que quiere media lechuga".
Estaba apenas terminando de decir esto cuando se dio cuenta de que el tipo lo habí­a seguido y estaba detras de el.
"Y aquí­ este caballero ofrece comprar la otra mitad" -se apura el jovencillo a agregar a la conversa.
El jefe acepta la operación.
El cabro despacha la media lechuga y el jefe lo llama a la oficina de vuelta.
"Me di cuenta que casi te metiste en una flor de forro hace un rato, pero te lo sacaste muy bien pensando realmente rapido, y eso nos gusta acá: ¿De donde eres?"
"De Calama"
"Ah, si­? y ¿por que te viniste para acá?"
"No me hallaba allá!!, en Calama no hay sino putas y jugadores de fútbol"
"¡Mira tu!!!, mi esposa es de Calama"
"¡¡No me diga!...... ¿Y en que equipo juega?"


Así somos los calameños. Bueno, nací en Chuqui, pero me crié en Calama. (Fernando, gracias por el chiste!)

4/11/08

...A job that slowly kills you...

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)

(No Surprises - letra de Thom York)