Sunday, November 23, 2008

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

Bob Dylan, Idiot Wind

photo Nan Goldin

Friday, November 14, 2008

No sabemos a qué obedece tu presencia, pero estás allí, amor, totalmente desarraigada de lo que nos rodea. Estás allí sólo para que podamos amar, dispuesta nada más a que nuestros cuerpos pataleén enchuspados en el tuyo y se revuelquen por turno o a un mismo tiempo en tus entrañas dulces y jugosas. Y ya lo ves, estoy hablando de ti otra vez, sé que no se puede, que es imposible, pero no importa, me gusta inventar. Nada importa si total, hundimos la cabeza entre tus senos y chupamos tu pelo como si fuera apio. Adivinarnos lo que estás sintiendo tu cuerpo cuando tus rodillas nos golpean, nos maltratan en su orden de que convirtamos todo lo que te pertenece en una bella masa líquida. Y vemos nuestras caras retratadas allí donde sabes que está la palabra felicidad escrita de la forma más desconocida. Yo le tomé una fotografía y al revelarla, no había más que un relampagueé manchoso. Ni siquiera una cámara fotográfica pudo llegar a recordarla. Ella metía la mano entre mis piernas y agarraba todo, y así dormía. Repetía que sólo nos tenía a nosotros, que fuera de nosotros no existía nada, porque juntos conjurábamos a la eternidad. Nos empujaba hasta el borde de la cama. Descolgaba las piernas y nosotros, apoyados sobre la pared, nos tirábamos de cabeza por el único camino que había en el mundo. Y nos dijo que se iba a ir, y la vieja Carmen que tocaba a la puerta, para que le apuraramos. Pero nosotros jamás saldremos.

Andrés Caicedo, Angelitos empantanados

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Listen to the girl
As she takes on half the world
Moving up and so alive
In her honey dripping beehive
It's good, so good, it's so good
So good

Walking back to you
Is the hardest thing that
I can do
That I can do for you
For you

I'll be your plastic toy
I'll be your plastic toy
For you

Eating up the scum
Is the hardest thing for
Me to do

Just like honey

Just Like Honey, The Jesus & Mary Chain,
a belated hommage to youth & love & bittersweetness