There’s a spark that it spreads as it burns, then it turns into fire. There’s a stone no man owns that it rolls down the road as she desires. When the nights go purple I can even hear them sing, both together like: La, la, la. 

There’s a leave that it floats on a stream as she’s dream by ancient sirens. There’s a feather that it flies on the wind from the wing of nest-less owls. When the nights go purple I can only hear them sing, all together like: La, la, la. 

There’s a star that it shines in the sky and it always sets my mood. Every man is a child when it comes down to staring at the moon. As long as nights go purple I will always find myself all together like: La, la, la.

First Impressions

Purple

Love yourself (She told me to) 
Love myself (She told me, she told me now) 
If you don’t you won’t love someone else. 

Treat her well (She told me to) 
Treat her well (She told me, she told me now) 
Put your pride aside and try again 
(She told me, she told me now) 
Learn not to forget but to forgive. 

Make your way (She told me to) 
Make my way (She told me, she told me now) 
Give away as much as you can take 
(She told me, she told me now) 
Take away as much as you can make 

I ran into this Gypsy Woman, ran into this Gypsy Woman 
but then she vanished in the haze. 

I ran into this Gypsy Woman, ran into this Gypsy Woman 
but then she vanished in the haze 
(She told me, she told me now) 
In the end I guess we’ll meet again.

Gypsy Woman (She Told Me)

I know you want nothing but truth. What truth? Not mine. 
You look like a stranger to me. To you, I’m one. 
But I’ll be there on Sunset Street, just in case you wanna come. 
I know that somehow you will find the way. 

How about us making a truce? Yeah, you and me. 
I see you’re disguised as a crook. Me too, but we’re not. 
So, I’ll be there on Sunset Street, just in case you wanna come. 
I know that somehow you will find the way.

Sunset Street

Everywhere I see the anger 
And the living it’s an eye for an eye 
Every man for himself 
And the loneliness is spreading so wide 

So I’m standing, here I’m standing, 
now I’m standing, I am standing 
Now I’m standing all alone knocking on your door 
Just to beg you please, my lord. 
just to beg you please, my lord now. 

Shed some love down here, cuz we’re crying 
Shed some love down here, yeah we need it so bad 
Shed some love down here, cuz we’re dying 
Shed some love down here, yeah we need it so bad 
just-a-beggin please, my lord. 

Show no mercy, give no quarter 
It’s your brother’s blood whats tainting your hands 
And the fear is paralyzing, I know. 
And the loneliness keeps spreading so wide. 

So I’m standing , Here I’m standing 
Now I’m standing, I am standing 
Now I’m standing all alone knocking on your door 
Just to beg you please, my lord. 
Just to beg you please, my lord now. 

Shed some love down here, cuz we’re crying 
Shed some love down here, yeah we need it so bad 
Shed some love down here, cuz we’re dying 
Shed some love down here, yeah we need it so bad 
just-a-beggin please, my lord.

Shed Some Love

Long as I remember I’ve always found myself tangled in this poisonous tale. Well I guess I have no saying in this grip on my soul that’s growing old way upon my flesh. And it doesn’t really matter how hard I try to scape, it seems I'm bound to loose this game. 

As your face is always changing I can never really tell, you’re killing me time and time again. Yes, I give all my loving but you give me all your shade. You’re keeping me dark and out of shape. And now, well, I’ve had it. It is time for me to split. At least I’ve got this song to sing. 

So now I’m going away, I’ll take out of my head, I won’t be calling your name for a while. No, I’m not becoming your slave, I won’t do whatever you say. No, I won’t be eating from the palm of your hand. Still, I’m dying to sleep with you but a man’s gotta keep his pride.

On Scorpions & Pride

Verónica escribe la pared con whisky y maquillaje. Vive persiguiendo su nariz, deambula por la calle. Ella no es como las chicas de su edad, le gusta más la noche. Carga veinte años de Calavera Club. 

Marcela Venezuela espera el fin de este largo exilio. Hoy no quiere regresar a su país, pero no pide auxilio. Encerrada en una torre de Palermo, siempre viste Prada. Dio la vuelta al mundo por séptima vez.

Josefina trabaja en un hospital con los pibes del paco. Le sobra vocación pero es normal, a veces tuerce el brazo. Habla muy bien guaraní y su pelo es del tono más dorado. Es el dulce de membrillo su adicción. 

María Montserrat escribió mil poemas para niños, pero ahora dice quiere incursionar en el erotismo. En el patio de la casa tiene un limonero y ocho gatos. Es experta con la Luna y con el Sol. 

El Circulo de las Amantes ya está cerrado.

25.102.Rayos!

El Círculo de las Amantes

De este lugar debo estar a destiempo, a veces no entiendo las cosas alrededor. Mucho naufragio vacío y sin vela, marcando un rumbo que todos parecen tomar. Y yo francamente creo que los locos son los cuerdos, que no existe un normal ni algo similar. Nada más y nada menos, solo cuerpos pasajeros. Van de aquí para allá a respirar. 

Cuando llamé, me dijiste - no puedo hablar ahora, es que duermo con alguien más. Sería mejor que hablemos mañana, mucho mejor sería que ya no hablemos más. Nunca más. - Pero yo no busco líos, y aunque nada sea lo mismo, aún hay algo de mí que debes saber. Cada tanto descarrilo y otro tanto lo imagino. Voy a hablarte de mí si quieres oír una historia gris.

A Destiempo

La Viuda Negra está en su casa un poco acalambrada, con pastillas de receta y dos botellas de ajenjo. La Viuda Negra está cargada bien hasta los dientes, esperando mi visita tarde por la madrugada. 

La Viuda Negra está iniciada en las ciencias ocultas porque la inició el difunto, pero ahora es puro gusto. En la pared, la perla es una daga escandinava; y me pide la acaricie en el vientre con la punta. 

Que alguien abra aquella puerta, es el vecino que está indignado con los gritos que desbordan del 2ºB. Es más la envidia que el fastidio, es más vainilla que castigo. Suena una y otra vez el mismo disco.

La Viuda Negra

Songwriter/guitarist 📍NYC  📍Buenos Aires

Alejandro Meola

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