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2011-05-23T10:37:00.000-07:00

@isagarcialievana

The Groom's Still Waiting at the Altar

2011-02-13T10:52:00.000-08:00

Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,
Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated.
She was walking down the hallway while the walls deteriorated.

East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin' on a new age,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.

Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery,
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin' what one was never meant to be.

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin' on a new age,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.

Don't know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn't come back to haunt me,
Finally had to give her up 'bout the time she began to want me.
But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated.
I'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feel so obligated.

West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the cage,
Curtain risin' on a new stage,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it,
Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to
keep it.

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin' on a new age,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.

Cities on fire, phones out of order,
They're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the border.
What can I say about Claudette?
Ain't seen her since January,
She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.

West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin' on a new age,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.
Bob Dylan

protosong

2010-11-15T19:10:00.000-08:00

You can always find ways and make means
And then come back around
You can wait and find days to shake things
And then come back home,
oh what a lonely state of mind
And then come back home
see you’ve done nothing with your time

Spending all those summers!
Waiting to come back
Waiting for a letter!
And then come back down
Shut your mouth and you’ll be fine
Crashing down!
You’ve got to change life from inside

“All I do is try” you cry
But you’ve never once got the questions right

And you could make everything happen
Rearrange it all you like
In order to win, in order to win
Oh man, you’ve got to face you’re own your own
It feels so much better
I should know

“All I do is try” you cry
But you’ve never once got the questions right

All ready
All ready

people

2010-08-18T21:35:00.000-07:00

are neither natured or nurtured

arcade fire

2010-08-18T21:32:00.000-07:00

Modern Man

So I wait my turn, I’m a modern man
And the people behind me, they can’t understand
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

So I wait in line, I’m a modern man
And the people behind me, they can’t understand
Makes me feel like
Something don’t feel right

Like a record that’s skipping, I’m a modern man
And the clock keeps ticking, I’m a modern man
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

In my dream I was almost there
When you pulled me aside and said you’re going nowhere
They say we are the chosen few, but we waste it
And that’s why we’re still waiting

On a number, for the modern man
Maybe when you’re older you will understand
Why you don’t feel right
Why you can’t sleep at night now

In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man
In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man

Oh I had a dream I was dreaming
And I feel I’m losing the feeling
Makes me feel like
Like something don’t feel right

I erase the number of the modern man
Want to break the mirror of the modern man
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

In my dream I was almost there
Then you pulled me aside and said you’re going nowhere
I know we are the chosen few, but we waste it
And that’s why we’re still waiting

In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man
In line for a number, but you don’t understand
And if it’s alright, then how come you can’t sleep at night?
In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man

I’m a modern man

wonderfull

2010-08-09T19:51:00.000-07:00

when all the pieces fit

The middle way out

2010-08-09T19:47:00.000-07:00

ten years too soon
nine days away
in the middle of a city life
there's a little of a country spark
but deep
deep down inside
you cannot hide
from the feelings to which there's no name
make you act in certain ways how long
before you take it slow?
before you take the middle way out
it makes sense
oh it glows
when it shows
you will recognize how all extremes
shatter happiness for hopeless dreams
how long
before you take it slow?
before you take the middle way out
how long?

Bystanders

2010-08-09T19:43:00.000-07:00

Never know where to go alone
Don't show anything at all
Don't take time to notice a change of pace
Don't take time to know what's their type of race

Never asking the important questions at all

By standards
Work for the unload
To get up and further down the road
Whenever time sneaks up on us
We take time and sing back in past's voice

My friend travel cities within cities
My dogs howl night between nights
We choose to lust over dead weather
You learn to die to be alive

Never asking the important questions at all

Gray Mornings

2010-06-04T20:48:00.000-07:00

Gray mornings
Keep coming
Left right, left right
Back to me
It could be worst
Seems to be
We could be worst

Didn’t I 3x
Place the words right
Couldn’t I 3x
Shed some light

I’ve been here
Many times
Light might
Take flight
With it me
Soon, anytime
Away!

Didn’t I 3x
Place the words right
Couldn’t I 3x
Shed some light
Didn’t you 3x
See the picture
Couldn’t you 3x
Talk back straight

Make up your mind
Give in, give in to the calling
Just a little bit
More!

Gray mornings
Keep coming

In the back of our minds

2010-05-30T15:18:00.000-07:00

Hey! Say can you hear the calling?
In the morning
Through the rain
Turn around turn around once again
In the morning
Listen in

Hey! I say it’s a warning
All the howling
All the rain

She said I’m everything that matter’s to me
That’s cause I define everything I see

when i walk

2010-05-29T12:48:00.000-07:00

i want to die
when i've given back
the grammophone
in a second hand suit
and a brass band
playing in the garden

Risk

2010-05-24T12:03:00.000-07:00

There is a slight chance, dear reader...

A's resistance to B

2010-04-27T14:56:00.000-07:00

A life spent scratching lotto tickets

Chocolate Milk

2010-04-27T10:25:00.000-07:00

playing with prodigal songs
takes a lot of sentimental valiums
can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy
while running on empty
you little old doll with a frown
-Rufus

Feeling old-

2010-03-27T00:37:00.000-07:00

"(We) never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born." Albert Einstein's letter to Otto Juliusburger

I am a "plan B" kind of man...

2010-02-15T21:08:00.000-08:00

indeed

Morning's After

2010-02-10T20:35:00.000-08:00

I am a mad admirer
Of fire and of sky
But in between I crumble

Aroung these parts... or so

2010-01-18T22:21:00.000-08:00

Around these parts
People walk, nowhere to go
I don’t mind
At least it’s moving

Go easy

Around these parts
You never know where you stand, how tall
I don’t mind
At least it's showing

Go easy
Make it through
Go easy

I won’t guess
There’s little you can do in the end
I don’t mind
At least I’m watching

Beware
Nothing is quite right
Take care
Go easy on it

Around these parts
True rebellion
Is living happy

guily pleasures

2009-12-21T21:54:00.000-08:00

I sometimes take an e-moment
to check if anyone has commented on this blog
i find pleasure in the million times
I have looked to find no-one cares

often

2009-12-21T21:50:00.000-08:00

before I write another obsolete little verse
I take a minute to relax
sit on the floor, barefoot
and focus on my breathing
study my movements like a blueprint
see me from afar

i assume

2009-12-21T21:46:00.000-08:00

the words will fall from †he highest end of the table
and what will reach the low will only be static

Thing 1

2009-12-01T12:48:00.000-08:00

Walking away I rejoice in the hands
Tuning it up, ahead with the band
Final days fill old sacks
It's good, good to be back

i dig

2009-11-23T16:46:00.000-08:00

Stealin’ a tusk from an elephant must make one feel creepy inside.
And although you’ll boast around the fire at night . . .
That ghost will kick up a fight.
“Be gone? Be gone?”, you scream . . .
You’re just some elephant dream . . .
I needed you like you needed me . . .
People, they need piano keys.
.jim james

how to say

2009-11-17T17:11:00.000-08:00

how can a poor mind describe
the way time passes by
how can i reflect the change
i assume, i maintain

I very much dig

2009-11-02T15:36:00.001-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVC2cszdTao&feature=rec-HM-fresh+div

entry of character #4

2009-11-02T08:32:00.000-08:00

wearing black on misty noons
stating the opposed, the ignored, the refused
keeping beat of distant grooves
always new, always in, all in tune

I am awake now
I'm willing to
I feel brand new

talking back the feelings hid
through other mouths, on other means
through city bulbs, never lit
walking from, heading in

I am awake now
I'm willing to
I feel brand new

Believe you, me
When it's dark
They agree
Believe you, me
it could get
very dark

The Interview 2.0

2009-10-11T19:28:00.000-07:00

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=MXLMQFPM

Una Mañana Soleada por Jose Puig

2009-10-06T17:28:00.000-07:00

(Jose Puig nacio en 1989 con marcas de fuego y llama)

Una mañana soleada
Una mañana soleada salí de mi primera clase del día. Compre el periódico, un café, y un cigarrillo y me senté en las soleadas escaleras a disfrutar mis compras, este momento era significativo, y simbolizaba placer y daba a mi rutina control y tranquilidad. Seguí a mi siguiente clase, el remolino de rostros transitando por los pasillos, una masa humana de rostros, algunos gordos, otros feos, blancos, rojos y negros, maliciosos, estúpidos, entristecidos, inteligentes, la juventud de México resumida en aquellos rostros, viciosos algunos, pulcros otros, razas nacionalidades, ideologías reunidos en esta magna institución.

La masa de personas hacia difícil el andar, mas aun con un quinto cigarrillo en mi boca, forcejeando con mi papeleo y subiendo escaleras adornadas con carteles de distintos tipos. En esos tiempos podías encontrar carteles desde prevenciones sanitarias contra la pandemia porcina, hasta carteles de convocación huelguista en pro de la liberación de presos políticos a partir de la vigencia de Marx y el Comunismo.

Que enorme variedad de perspectivas y estilos de vida, de clases e intereses entre los cientos de estudiantes. Y yo entre ellos, asombrado y maravillado por el oscuro corredor del conocimiento en el que me encontraba. Pues el conocimiento no era para mí esa luz al final del camino, sino más bien una tortuosa y épica aventura, llena de obstáculos, miedos y luchas.

Así fue como pase a formar parte de las filas de militantes de la UNAM. Aun no me inclinaba con pasión por ninguna tendencia política pero la influencia primordialmente socialista empezaba a germinar en mí y en mi estilo de vida.

Cuando por fin llegue a mi salon, tome asiento, y me puse a escuchar los tambores y cuernos aztecas que un grupo de estrafalarios jóvenes hacían sonar en el patio adyacente. Que diría mi abuela si me viera ahora, ataviado con la misma ropa desde hace un año, sucio, fumador empedernido, y adicto al café, sosteniendo un periódico de izquierda, en una clase de historia de México, donde la maravillarte voz del profesor se mezclaba con el penétrate sonido del cuerno de caracol azteca de antaño.

El pintoresco paisaje que se desenvolvía a mis ojos me decía algo. Estudiaba por estudiar, una llama joven sin responsabilidades ni deberes, con locura en la cabeza y experiencias en el pasado.

framework

2009-10-05T21:11:00.000-07:00

"Oh my eyes,
they don't see
anything at all
of what you speak.
Or my mind
lies to me
to play along
with anyone I see.

It's too big
how you draw,
I lie trampled over feet.
It's too dark
it's too deep,
I wait steady for sleep."
she said upon retreat

Kill the night
Shake the thread
You may take a ride
Or stay in bed

Mourning

2009-10-03T22:35:00.000-07:00

can you tell? do you see?
might you sing it to me?
I'll sing back, I promise
In the morning
can you sense? can it be?
might we all disagree?
to the changes coming
through the mourning

I feel fine
I'll disclose
even through
all this noise
I can pick up
the change in the tempo
I'll sing back
I'll sing back
Through the mourning

Squitzo

2009-10-03T09:09:00.000-07:00

Angela went back to Italy. All over, the reports where spread. Tonight ready the bed for escicion. I dream, therefore I am not.

The Interview

2009-09-23T19:49:00.000-07:00

When you look inside

Are you afraid sometimes?

Do you think no-one

Should ever be exposed?

Are you afraid for me

And all the love you see?

Or are you threatened

By the urge of letting go?

In time you’ll notice for sure

We are not highly evolved

Sacred beauty and horribly wrong

Shine on

You’re on the winning team

Or do you think I’m wrong?

At least you notice

People just go along

In time you’ll notice for sure

We are not highly evolved

Let it out

Speak it up

Come together

When you look inside

Are you amazed sometimes?

Do you think maybe

I could get along?

In time you’ll notice for sure

There’s just too much to explore

Let it out

Let it go

Let it in

Shine on

And come together

...

2009-08-30T08:04:00.000-07:00

I love a gray morning
Waking up
after one of 'em
Traveling dreams
And the hours I've spent
Falling over
Your
Borderless seams

Seems,
For the concerns of "me",
I broke the confusion
And I'm stuck
In the same old street

Escuche

2009-08-01T21:25:00.000-07:00

Jarvis Cocker dijo que Leonard Cohen dijo:
"It's easy to show a scar,
It's hard to show a pimple."

Stepping Stones

2009-07-20T11:36:00.001-07:00

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=TM2B01DO

Stepping Stones

2009-07-20T11:35:00.000-07:00

I remember
The hiding place
That we once shared
It’s a passage
Full of stepping stones
From where I stay
To where I lay

But weather changes ways
In our imagination things can change
I feel alone somedays
And your last letter read “I’m feeling strange”

We grew up, now
My old friend
And we came around
It’s like thunder
In the afternoon
When you beg for rain
Then you get your way

Cause weather changes ways
In our imagination things can change
I feel alone somedays
But your last letter read “she feels like home”
If she feels like home
Then we’re happy

Just don’t forget
who you once were
and that destinations
Start somewhere

Cause weather changes ways
In our imagination things can change
I need a brand new world
The one outside makes me feel insane

Heading West

2009-07-19T21:51:00.000-07:00

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=W8HGPI7R

heading west

2009-07-16T13:24:00.000-07:00

She was born late december
He was born late last afternoon
I wonder how they went on through
Without anyone noticing. You
Never know just how it happens
Never know just how to fit in sense
Only took what they had coming
Ooh, Ooh

Heading west

When I was a little greener
A little more than I am now
Thought I was a western hero
Caught inside another time
But war swept past my garden
While I was hiding in the shed
Only take what you have coming
Ooh, Ooh

Heading west

Together and alone
Together and alone
Together and alone

Heading west

Train Lines

2009-07-12T16:33:00.001-07:00

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=DC89V5W5

It's been said...

2009-07-11T20:27:00.000-07:00

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=US4L6W02

It's been said 1.0

2009-07-10T22:00:00.000-07:00

It’s been said
“The end was here before
It’s better just to fold”
You see the problem?
I heard
It’s not worth fighting for
It’s never worth the fall
I agree

Maybe it’s me
But planted puzzles in your bed
All about books you’ve never read
They never pardon

It comes through gallops in your head
The feelings echo till you’re dead
Then they don’t matter

And I can’t
Act like I should care
About politics and air
When they are there

Maybe it’s me
But from the height of my treehome
You all look clueless, all alone
And never free

It may sound beautifull to see
All the things your garden springs
But not for me

Perhaps all I need to see is the sunrise
All I need to hear is the cry

Don’t they all look like they know (what they talk about) x3

Back

2009-07-05T13:29:00.000-07:00

From the midst of pornography

Fellow Rock III

2009-06-09T16:49:00.002-07:00

Just because you’re there
doesn't mean you’re in the right place
Fellow rock stands still
in it's far away location.
Not to be away,
rather wants to stay

Fellow rock rolled down
not so long ago;
Found a place,
thought it belong.

But no more...
Nothing seems to go,
until it's pushed along.

"Changing things is right."
Whispers the highway sign

Fellow rock awaits

.... BB King gave me a guitar and went back to Chi-town

2009-05-05T11:22:00.000-07:00

I`m always chasing dragons
With a sword that`s made of tin
So I know in my soul
There`s no way I can win
I tried, oh I tried
But there`s no place, no place to go
There`s no one here who knows me
And no one here I know
I`m a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made

the pandemonium blues

2009-05-01T00:27:00.000-07:00

Well I went down, to Mississippi
And I went down, in a combi
Now I lay... down again
I lay... down again

I went up, to get higher study (or `high or study` depending on context)
I went up, met all kinds of shares
Now I lay... down again
I lay... down again

I sure see
I'm not there, it doesn't mean a thing
And I'm still sorry

Earthquakes and crisis
And no-one's looking out for us
I got the pandemonium blues

So it goes...

2009-04-13T12:38:00.000-07:00

Well it’s a change in the tides
Or a change in the name
Man, it’s always the same
I don’t care for that

Believe in words I created
They’re growing out of my mind
It’s only a moment
Or hundreds compressed
This love’s a test

But then it rattles inside
And it rattles about
And I come back to the city
Isn’t it a pity

It’s only a moment
Or hundreds compressed
This love’s a test
I’m not there

Morning

2009-04-05T21:30:00.000-07:00

In my seven hundred halls I shall rest
In twelve bridges and forty-six lakes
Waving a flag of time above my head
I will spend new year’s eve on no-man’s-land

With so much to see and so little time
I’ll wander within my nine gardens
Forgetting the mistakes that led me here
Forgetting the road switching and the cost

In my shed by the ocean I shall hear
A million echoes but without one word
I’ve been knocking to hear the sound composed
It doesn’t matter if I sing along

It takes so much calling out to madness
Nights of genius at the tip of the tongue
Waiting for the sun amongst the flowers
As if morning lit up fumes of insight

Not to let you in, rather let it out
The door opens