In the river...

Vetusta Morla comes back with their new album “Mapas” (Maps). My favorite song from this LP is “En el río”, meaning “In the river”.

This song is about a basket full of ideas that you leave on a river. Then the current of the society moves it around and creates a complex weave of thinkings and emotions. A real mesh which is hard to unwind...

 

Vetusta Morla - En el río (lyrics) 


Antes de ir
Se hacen y deshacen planes, culpas y cadenas.
Forman un telar
Que han tejido eternamente Aracne y Atenea.

Ya no estás,
Te dejé al borde del río metidito en esa cesta.
Y ahora tu vacío
Gira y gira para siempre dentro de una rueca.

En el río, en el río…
La orilla es una jaula hay muchos gallos de pelea.
Suenan cantos de sirena…
Se dan muerte a garrotazos, una estampa muy goyesca.
En la noche, en la noche…
Gira el mundo, gira el hambre y un revólver en la mesa.
En el río, en el río…
Se oyen gritos en el río, alguien no saldrá de esta.

En el río, en el río
Suenan cantos de sirena
Que en la noche, que en la noche
Todavía me despiertan.

En el río, en el río…
Antes de ir
Suenan cantos de sirena…
Se hacen y deshacen planes, culpas y cadenas.
Que en la noche, que en la noche…
Forman un telar
Todavía me despiertan…
Que han tejido eternamente Aracne y Atenea.

 

 

Sinking Stone...

Untying this sinking stone…

ALISON KRAUSS – Sinking Stone

I called you today
wanting a change.
I never meant to hurt anyone,
never meant for you to pull out your guns.

But feelings won't stay
in this meager parade.
You're beating to a different drum
in this lack of all luster we've become.

Save your breath,
you know we've both tried our best
but it's leaving.

This might as well be done.
I'm falling with the sun,
when the hours getting sour,
won't save with time.

And I'm waving off the one
who wouldn't let me run.
Though we try, it's a lie.
I can't keep dragging on.
I'm untying this sinking stone...

Don't sit on the fence,
living past tense,
holding on to wishes and words,
folding out a picture we blur.

Cause here in the end
I'm losing a friend.
Fighting back a tear when it burns,
dividing up the pieces that we were.

Save your breath,
you know we've both tried our best
but it's leaving.

This might as well be done.
I'm falling with the sun,
when the hours getting sour,
won't save with time.

And I'm waving off the one
who wouldn't let me run.
Though we try, it's a lie.
I can't keep dragging on.
I'm untying this sinking stone...

I can't say you're all alone.
I'm accepting what I own,
here lies a blanket, not a bandage.

I'm unable to restrain,
when the wake that we became
is drawing me under.

This might as well be done.
I'm falling with the sun,
when the hours getting sour,
won't save with time.

And I'm waving off the one
who wouldn't let me run.
Though we try, it's a lie.
I can't keep dragging on.
I'm untying this sinking stone...

This might as well be done.
I'm falling with the sun,
when the hours getting sour,
won't save with time.

And I'm waving off the one
who wouldn't let me run.
Though we try, it's a lie.
I can't keep dragging on.
I'm untying this sinking stone...