Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta in the aeroplane over the sea. Mostrar todas las entradas
Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta in the aeroplane over the sea. Mostrar todas las entradas

martes, 21 de diciembre de 2010



sweet communist, the communist daughter
standing on the sea-weed water
semen stains the mountain tops
semen stains the mountain tops
with coca leaves along the border
sweetness sings from every corner
cars careening from the clouds
the bridges burst and twist around
and wanting something warm and moving
bends towards herself the soothing
proves that she must still exist
she moves herself about her fist
sweet communist, the communist daughter
standing on the sea-weed water
semen stains the mountain tops
semen stains the mountain tops



martes, 10 de agosto de 2010


what a beautiful face
i have found in this place
that is circling all around the sun
and when we meet on a cloud
i'll be laughing out loud
i'll be laughing with everyone i see
can't believe
how strange it is to be anything at all...

viernes, 14 de mayo de 2010

martes, 1 de diciembre de 2009

neutral milk hotel, in the aeroplane over the sea (II)

no está mal repetir
no puede estar mal repetir una cosa así



what a beautiful face

i have found in this place
that is circling all 'round the sun
...
what a beautiful dream
that could flash on the screen

in a blink of an eye and be gone from me,soft and sweet,
let me hold it close and keep it here with me
...
and one day we will die,
and our ashes will fly

from the aeroplane over the sea
.
but for now we are young,
let us lay in the sun
and count every beautiful thing we can see...
love to be
in the arms of all i'm keeping here with me...
what a curious life
we have found here tonight
,
there is music that sounds from the street
.
there are lights in the clouds,
anna's ghost all around,

hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
,
soft and sweet,

how the notes all bend and reach above the trees...

now, how i remember you...
how i would push my fingers through your mouth
to make those muscles move

that made your voice so smooth and sweet...

and now we keep where we don't know,
all secrets sleep in winter clothes,

with one you loved so long ago,

now he don't even know his name
...
what a beautiful face
i have found in this place
that is circling all 'round the sun...
and when we meet on a cloud,
i'll be laughing out loud,
i'll be laughing with everyone i see.can't believe
how strange it is to be anything at all...


Jeff Mangum.

jueves, 8 de octubre de 2009

neutral milk hotel, in the aeroplane over the sea



what a beautiful face

i have found in this place
that is circling all 'round the sun
...
what a beautiful dream
that could flash on the screen

in a blink of an eye and be gone from me,soft and sweet,
let me hold it close and keep it here with me
...
and one day we will die,
and our ashes will fly

from the aeroplane over the sea
.
but for now we are young,
let us lay in the sun
and count every beautiful thing we can see...
love to be
in the arms of all i'm keeping here with me...
what a curious life
we have found here tonight
,
there is music that sounds from the street
.
there are lights in the clouds,
anna's ghost all around,

hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
,
soft and sweet,

how the notes all bend and reach above the trees...

now, how i remember you...
how i would push my fingers through your mouth
to make those muscles move

that made your voice so smooth and sweet...

and now we keep where we don't know,
all secrets sleep in winter clothes,

with one you loved so long ago,

now he don't even know his name
...
what a beautiful face
i have found in this place
that is circling all 'round the sun...
and when we meet on a cloud,
i'll be laughing out loud,
i'll be laughing with everyone i see.can't believe
how strange it is to be anything at all...

martes, 23 de junio de 2009

neutral milk hotel, communist daughter y oh comely

música de nubes

subo las dos porque no puedo no subir ninguna de las dos. el séptimo y el octavo tema de ese maravilloso disco, maravilloso es poco. in the aeroplane over the sea, del que inevitablemente se dirá algo más, alguna vez, por aquí...

communist daughter
oh comely


qué canciones, qué disco, qué banda.

quería poner una exclamación así una maldición, vió. pero no quería decir ni carajo ni la puta madre ni nada así feito porque tampoco me gustaba, y no sabía qué decir. hasta que me vino a la mente la maldición perfecta:

me lleva.