martes, 17 de abril de 2007

Freak on a leash


Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me...
from me.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace
Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free

Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace

Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me.
Boom na da mmm dum na ema
Da boom na da mmm dum na ema
GO! So...fight! something on the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
So...something on the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
No...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight

Pienso que es la historia de un poseído, de alguien que encuentra algo extraño dentro suyo, un cáncer, una entraña viva, que al mismo tiempo bombea su sangre y no le permite morir. Esta persona tiene el absurdo deseo de morir para ya no ser más el o ella, y al mismo tiempo conservar la vida. Yo lo tomo para mí como esos momentos en que el pequeño duende dentro mío se libera y lo que forma parte de mí y no se ve aflora. Está vivo y no se ve, qué dilema!!

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Esa es la misma latencia que contribuye a la metamorfosis de la espeluznancia y la belleza en su más puro estado...
Es la catarsis de lo ineludible, de lo cotidiano, de la vida de uno/a...
Melodías arropadas y consternadas...