Una Razón para Dejarse Matar…

noviembre 22, 2006 at 5:20 am (soundtrack, Sueños y Fantasías)

“… I entered nothing and nothing entered me
‘till you came with the key
and you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me me
you have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Piazza Cavour, what’s my life for?…”

Sade escribió sobre el inmenso placer que resulta el crimen, la tortura seguida de un asesinato frío y calculado… ¿qué diría el otro yo -masoquista-? También resulta una delicia el dejarse flagelar un rato, el morirse de pasión -o de amor si les agrada la letra romántica- por algo o por alguien, hummm…

Pero en este caso me remito a la música, la que se vibra en vivo y a todo ardor en una arena al lado de miles de almas que cantan al unísono lo que el Dios -en turno- sobre el escenario les va indicando.

El pasado jueves dejé mi aliento con el señorón Steven MORRISSEY, desgarrándome la garganta y la piel seca… ¡qué mejor relajante para los impulsos asesinos que gozar un buen concierto!

Por hoy guardo la navaja y permito que las notas de “You have killed me” envenenen las venas de todos aquí a través del siguiente video:

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Killer’s Soundtrack: The future

octubre 3, 2006 at 8:29 pm (killers, soundtrack, Tortura)

Recordando la clásica cinta de Oliver Stone “Natural born killers” (“Asesinos por naturaleza”), decido compartir una buenísima letra de Leonard Cohen, la canción se llama “The future”, para que interpreten a su gusto la dejo a continuación, además de un video que nos ilustra la violencia que aún vivimos en manos de la tortura, aderezado con la seductora voz del gran Cohen (imágenes no aptas para intolerantes):

“Give me back my broken night
My mirrored room,
My secret life
Its lonely here,
There’s no one
Left to torture
Give me absolute control
Over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
Thats an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree thats left
And stuff it up the hole
In your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Ive seen the future, brother:
It is murder

Things are going to slide,
Slide in all directions
Wont be nothing
Nothing you can measure
Anymore
The blizzard,
The blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And it has overturned
The order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

You dont know me from the wind
You never will, you never did
Im the little jew
Who wrote the Bible
Ive seen the nations
Rise and fall
Ive heard their stories,
Heard them all
But loves the only engine
Of survival
Your servant here,
He has been told
To say it clear,
To say it cold:
Its over, it aint going
Any further
And now the wheels
Of heaven stop
You feel the devils riding crop
Get ready for the future:
It is murder

Things are going to slide …

There’ll be the breaking
Of the ancient
Western code
Your private life
Will suddenly explode
Therell be phantoms
Therell be fires on the road
And the white man dancing
Youll see a woman
Hanging upside down
Her features
Covered by her fallen gown
And all the lousy little poets
Coming round
Tryin to sound like
Charlie Manson
And the white man dancin

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
Or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We dont like children anyhow
Ive seen the future, baby:
It is murder”

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