El fin de los tiempos

La portada es un dibujo de él, envejecido con la barba más larga y completamente blanca, en su rostro una expresión nostálgica, como una suerte de profeta extraviado.

La ilustración es de Adrian Tomine del New Yorker, el título del disco es End Times.

Little Bird, el primer sencillo puedes descargarlo gratis desde su sitio web.

Saldrá el 19 de enero de 2010, sólo 7 meses después del Hombre Lobo.

Lo escuchas, y parece que el hijo de perra lo logró de nuevo...

Little Bird
hoppin 'long my porch,
I know it sounds kinda sad
but what's it all for.
Right now you're the only friend I have in the world,
and I just can't take out very much.

God damn...
I miss that girl...

Little Bird
you look alright.
I'm sure it's not easy
getting through your night.

So tell me this can't be
how it's gonna end.
Tell me my heart
somehow,
dear God,
it's gonna mend...

Little Bird,
I guess you're right
I can't let it take me out
without a fight.

Right now I can't see
makin' sense of this world
I just can't take out very much


God damn...
I miss that girl...

(Gracias a Stereogum.com
por dejar su código abierto para birlar el player...)

Vivir en el muelle

No estoy seguro de tener todas las palabras. Falta de perspectiva, la velocidad o las circunstancias. Los días pasados me han regalado el registro de tantos matices y parcos. La distancia, la memoria y las canciones.

Protagonicé un acto de escapismo en una boda ajena, que terminó en un total fiasco, pero con un breve triunfo: Ese gusto en el paladar de haber hecho algo para cambiar las cosas.

Hubo familia, comida, cine y tiempo a solas. Pensar, pensar demasiado... el tiempo, los miedos, las colisiones.

Luego por la noche hojeamos el cuaderno de notas, y encontramos en una hoja solitaria una frase que parecía respuesta:

"Kimi ga iru kara"

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.
.

Hoy noche de boda...

Working man's day we just piss it away,
We sit out in the weather.

"Familiar", he said, "times two breeds contempt,
wash your hands of it forever".

Violence it ripped through the old dogwood fence.
See the whole scene unravel.

Drunk brother said he could reason, but failed,
while they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied...
while they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied...

The picture was left on the front porch, the back said
"I love you, don't you ever think of me?".

If my body goes into the hell with my soul,
we'll don't even know the difference.

The dead folks in the clouds, for crying out loud,
while they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied...
while they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied...

And why, did we live so long?
So long...
So long...

The house is not the same since we left it that day,
old friends seem to wonder.
In our parents hands, cigarettes, wedding bands,
while they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied...
while they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied...

And why, did we live so long?
Long...
Long...

While they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied.
While they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied.
While they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied...
Oh....

-Cigarettes, Wedding Bands de Band of Horses

(no me atreví a traducirla pero esta canción me salvó)