Tumble In The Wind (Jackson C Frank)

A song conceived in the heart of lockdown which alludes to more joyful pastures of experience. 

Lyrics

Angel of joy

Where have you been?
It aint been fun since 
you last were around
with your vest and your jeans
I am sorry I failed
to grasp every breath
I thought we had time
for the pages to turn
for the gems and the bells

Bring me a different year
when nights smelt of love and beer
there’s only worry here,
angel of joy make the dust and the mist disappear 

Do you mind if I stop
with the twists and the turns
it’s hard to uncurl 
the snakes and the spurs 
and the thoughts in my head
Remember the times 
when you pondered around
we would talk and coalesce 
with doves in our chests 
and light in our shrouds. 

Bring me some southern light
to set right my faulty eyes 
I am tired of being sick and blind, 
angel of joy, carry me back, to heat of the night.

Angel Of Joy

The Year Of The Rat

Caligula pines for a piece of the pie, he stole beg and lied and covered his eyes with a flag and a mask. 

You say he’s a curse but the cyclops are worse they sold our distress to a corporate purse in Taiwan for a dime.

Remember your punch as it threatened the air, you didn’t succeed but at least you did care for those of us here in the year of the rat.

Don’t get me wrong I am not a peach, I drink more than I sing, and I traded my dreams in the night for a crown.
I didn’t whinge when they padlocked the gym, when drinking joints fell I whined and I screamed for the juice of my town.

Remember your throat as it funnelled the stars, you didn’t do much but at least you would sing well for us

Here in the year of the rat.

Stay here as long as it lasts, alone I will crash into a thousand million manic broken sullen weeping plastic cars

They tore down the bridge and made England concede to terror and greed so that dragons with wigs could afford their flats in Japan.

Last month they changed the rules of the game now I am stuck in a cage with fear and regret as my pals for a while

 After releasing three albums, ‘Love and Decadence’ and ‘Farewell Belief’ , “Whiskey With Angels” on Amber Records, and his EP ‘Poetical Resistance’ which he toured round the UK and Europe, Moreno returns as a burning force of nature with this brand new LP called “The Year Of The Rat.” In this album he explores the struggles and revelations of the arduous period of lockdown and the confinement from 2020-2021. 2020 was the year of the rat according to the Chinese horoscope and Moreno expertly uses lyrics derived from his poetical studies and crafted tunes to explore the struggles of this year for musicians and other working folk. Just like the rat, Moreno has had to employ shrewdness and ingenuity to survive this period and come out with new compelling songs. The album includes collaborations with several acclaimed musicians of the London and Barcelona underground music scene including Ned Cartwright (Heartworn Highways) Adam Beattie (Pica Pica, Band Of Burns) Fiona Bevan, Pearl Fish, Pablo Yupton, DG Solaris amongst others. It will be launched at The Tower Theatre, London, February 2022.

The Year Of The Rat

When The City Wakes Up

What will you do, when the circus is back?
With its lights and its claps and its tall acrobats.  
Will you still hold my hands when strangers intrude
with their neon parade and their crocodile shoes.

O love its just you and me is too hard to keep the flame alive
O love there’s so much to see, will you see it with me when the city awakes and pops its pills again
 
How will you count the days to the feast?
will you count them with joy or be doleful and mean,
And the holiday stud who noted your name
will you follow his lead or stay here in the rain.
 
O love its just you and me is too hard to keep the flame alive
O love there’s so much to see, will you see it with me when the city awakes and pops its pills again

What will you do, when the circus is back?
With its lights and its claps and its tall acrobats.  

After releasing three albums, ‘Love and Decadence’ and ‘Farewell Belief’ , “Whiskey With Angels” on Amber Records, and his EP ‘Poetical Resistance’ which he toured round the UK and Europe, Moreno returns as a burning force of nature with this brand new LP called “The Year Of The Rat.” In this album he explores the struggles and revelations of the arduous period of lockdown and the confinement from 2020-2021. 2020 was the year of the rat according to the Chinese horoscope and Moreno expertly uses lyrics derived from his poetical studies and crafted tunes to explore the struggles of this year for musicians and other working folk. Just like the rat, Moreno has had to employ shrewdness and ingenuity to survive this period and come out with new compelling songs. The album includes collaborations with several acclaimed musicians of the London and Barcelona underground music scene including Ned Cartwright (Heartworn Highways) Adam Beattie (Pica Pica, Band Of Burns) Fiona Bevan, Pearl Fish, Pablo Yupton, DG Solaris amongst others. It will be launched at The Tower Theatre, London, February 2022.

When The City Wakes Up

All That We Have

Tear the curtain baby, aren’t you tired of living in withering heights or in any of the fancy novels that you like. My mask don’t fit my mind and I am sick of the carnival inside, won’t you show me how heroes die, in the big-wheels of your eyes.
We won’t howl this time nor pretend that it is alright, we’ll take it as it comes and chase those setting suns before we fall into the spiral wheels of love.

This all that we have, won’t you treat it baby like we never gonna part.

Stay close to the wound, the wound is the sea that gives shape to the boat, we need the pain baby or we will get it all wrong. It’s all up to us, Dylan left his gnome in the savings trust. He though it was a gift baby but it’s a gun and a pass of darkness and light, don’t pretend it’s alright, we’ll see how it goes with our friends and our foes before the sassiness goes and we are left with the love.


This all that we have, won’t you treat it baby like we never gonna part.

These cobwebs are like mould inside since the day you said you’d give it all away for some plays on Spotify.

This is all that we have, won’t you treat it baby like we are never gonna part.

 After releasing three albums, ‘Love and Decadence’ and ‘Farewell Belief’ , “Whiskey With Angels” on Amber Records, and his EP ‘Poetical Resistance’ which he toured round the UK and Europe, Moreno returns as a burning force of nature with this brand new LP called “The Year Of The Rat.” In this album he explores the struggles and revelations of the arduous period of lockdown and the confinement from 2020-2021. 2020 was the year of the rat according to the Chinese horoscope and Moreno expertly uses lyrics derived from his poetical studies and crafted tunes to explore the struggles of this year for musicians and other working folk. Just like the rat, Moreno has had to employ shrewdness and ingenuity to survive this period and come out with new compelling songs. The album includes collaborations with several acclaimed musicians of the London and Barcelona underground music scene including Ned Cartwright (Heartworn Highways) Adam Beattie (Pica Pica, Band Of Burns) Fiona Bevan, Pearl Fish, Pablo Yupton, DG Solaris amongst others. It will be launched at The Tower Theatre, London, February 2022.

All The We Have

Dance On In An Empty field

Are you tired of staring through the window?

Did you dream grapes that dried up in your home?

I would start a bar just to see you drinking

to watch your lips dissemble in a song.

Are you praying for your shades, are you sick of your third eye?

Do you need to sing loud? Did the bastards grind you down?

 

Dance on in an empty field

 

Do you want me to hide under the stairway

or maybe pretend that I am the rock.

‘coz love’s a game for open highways

and the plague has trapped us in a hole. 

Will you manage to breathe when the government lies?

Is there room for your wings? Will you find juice for your mind?

Dance on in an empty field

 

We are now kings and queens of this strange domestic bliss

can we spread our limbs and glide into the fireworks of the tent of art and the road of intoxicated love

Did your angel dissolve into the ether

Is the coffee strange without your friends?

I’d free a bull to watch tame its pneuma

I would cheer you from the comfort of my words.

Are you sick of the screen? Would you rather a brawl?

Do you need a new gown, did the bastards grind you down?

 

Dance on in an empty field.

Chica, dance on, all through the night,


Vamos niña, caminemos hacia atrás como dos ideas vírgenes hacia el primer deslumbramiento,
sin haber aprendido a dudar de todo, con ganas de perderse y también de llegar, como un trompo ardiente hacia un lugar en el subconsciente, más allá de la oficina, más del diccionario, más allá de la pintura, más allá del dolor, más allá del dolor. 


After releasing three albums, ‘Love and Decadence’ and ‘Farewell Belief’ , “Whiskey With Angels” on Amber Records, and his EP ‘Poetical Resistance’ which he toured round the UK and Europe, Moreno returns as a burning force of nature with this brand new LP called “The Year Of The Rat.” In this album he explores the struggles and revelations of the arduous period of lockdown and the confinement from 2020-2021. 2020 was the year of the rat according to the Chinese horoscope and Moreno expertly uses lyrics derived from his poetical studies and crafted tunes to explore the struggles of this year for musicians and other working folk. Just like the rat, Moreno has had to employ shrewdness and ingenuity to survive this period and come out with new compelling songs. The album includes collaborations with several acclaimed musicians of the London and Barcelona underground music scene including Ned Cartwright (Heartworn Highways) Adam Beattie (Pica Pica, Band Of Burns) Fiona Bevan, Pearl Fish, Pablo Yupton, DG Solaris amongst others. It will be launched at The Tower Theatre, London, February 2022.

Dance In An Empty Field

The Dreams of The Poor

Where do they go? The dreams of the poor, they plummet like snow wiped from the tail of a space station,
And you, you hunt down the light with a sieve and a knife, can I hunt it with you in the drunken night? The thief holds a mirror, he laughs and bows to his greed, I once met a hero but it seems we all wanted to kneel, kneel to a rat.

Where do they go? The dreams of the poor, are they the same.

How do you pay for a flat in Paris? Must you sell your moustache or paint the wives of the banking staff? Will you give me a brush to wipe out the farce of the Forbes parade and the Vogue charade.
The king holds a mirror and cries at the troughs on his hands, the void, the void is an anarchist she says, it won’t discriminate, the black, the grey and the white are all waiting in line.

Where do they go? The dreams of the poor, are they the same? Will they see the light

Give me a flame, the tent has gone dark, chicken joints surge as poets talk of the death of the I, and here, they’re trading a nurse for a snake and a purse, and a year’s pass to a new Mardi Gras.

The fool holds the mirror he laughs and mocks his good luck, does he know the system is broken and his crown is just meat for the sharks, for the money-mad sharks.

After releasing three albums, ‘Love and Decadence’ and ‘Farewell Belief’ , “Whiskey With Angels” on Amber Records, and his EP ‘Poetical Resistance’ which he toured round the UK and Europe, Moreno returns as a burning force of nature with this brand new LP called “The Year Of The Rat.” In this album he explores the struggles and revelations of the arduous period of lockdown and the confinement from 2020-2021. 2020 was the year of the rat according to the Chinese horoscope and Moreno expertly uses lyrics derived from his poetical studies and crafted tunes to explore the struggles of this year for musicians and other working folk. Just like the rat, Moreno has had to employ shrewdness and ingenuity to survive this period and come out with new compelling songs. The album includes collaborations with several acclaimed musicians of the London and Barcelona underground music scene including Ned Cartwright (Heartworn Highways) Adam Beattie (Pica Pica, Band Of Burns) Fiona Bevan, Pearl Fish, Pablo Yupton, DG Solaris amongst others. It will be launched at The Tower Theatre, London, February 2022.

Dreams Of The Poor

Piano composition and performance Ned Cartwright.

Everyday News

 

All of the pieces which make up your mind
all of the stories, and all of the lies.
The kites in your window, the cradle inside,
the angel who quivers, the fable which died.
I'd paint you a picture but you change every day
from a nun in Calcutta to a bride in Bombay.

Do you want to read me like I read you?
Are you tired of the pantomime of the everyday news?

The body you walked in, the lines of your face,
the friendships you treasure, the ones you misplaced,
the ghosts in the wardrobe, the crowns in display,
the nights you discouraged me and encouraged the rain.
I'd write you a letter but you move every day
From the slums in Calcutta to a Beach in Bombay.

Do you want to read me like I read you?
Are you tired of the pantomime of the everyday news?

The prison of sameness, the window of trust
the gleam and the brightness, the mould and the rust,
Tomorrow's a statue we are chiselling today
Let's travel to China, let's move to L A,
I'll write you a novel whatever your name,
From the modern Mumbai to the former Bombay.

Do you want to read me like I read you?
Are you tired of the pantomime of the everyday news?

​


After releasing three albums, ‘Love and Decadence’ and ‘Farewell Belief’ , “Whiskey With Angels” on Amber Records, and his EP ‘Poetical Resistance’ which he toured round the UK and Europe, Moreno returns as a burning force of nature with this brand new LP called “The Year Of The Rat.” In this album he explores the struggles and revelations of the arduous period of lockdown and the confinement from 2020-2021. 2020 was the year of the rat according to the Chinese horoscope and Moreno expertly uses lyrics derived from his poetical studies and crafted tunes to explore the struggles of this year for musicians and other working folk. Just like the rat, Moreno has had to employ shrewdness and ingenuity to survive this period and come out with new compelling songs. The album includes collaborations with several acclaimed musicians of the London and Barcelona underground music scene including Ned Cartwright (Heartworn Highways) Adam Beattie (Pica Pica, Band Of Burns) Fiona Bevan, Pearl Fish, Pablo Yupton, DG Solaris amongst others. It will be launched at The Tower Theatre, London, February 2022.

Everyday News

Sellotape My Heart

O Fantasy I need your strings, ‘coz mine are broken
you see they closed the bars and I kind of lost the gnome
He went to Spain to try and find the grave of Lorca 
the nightingales and I are dealing with the change.

Yet I can’t complain I got a ticket to the future
I found it in a poem by Charlie Baudelaire
though I wonder  if I’m ever gonna use it
coz there’s no one new painting in Marseille
 

Sellotape my  heart my friend sellotape my heart
Sellotape my heart, let’s start a coup d’etat.

Democracy what did you bring? We’re all bloated,
the activists are fighting on their phones
whilst Genghis Khan sets the end of the world in motion
and we all sit around and wrestle with out ghosts.

Sellotape my  heart my friend sellotape my heart
Sellotape my heart, let’s start a coup d’etat.  

Remember when we used to dance, we took our faith on a wild romance,
now it seems we are all sealed and bound by the lies of the money louts.

 

Sellotape my  heart my friend sellotape my heart

Sellotape my heart, let’s start a coup d’etat. 

 After releasing three albums, ‘Love and Decadence’ and ‘Farewell Belief’ , “Whiskey With Angels” on Amber Records, and his EP ‘Poetical Resistance’ which he toured round the UK and Europe, Moreno returns as a burning force of nature with this brand new LP called “The Year Of The Rat.” In this album he explores the struggles and revelations of the arduous period of lockdown and the confinement from 2020-2021. 2020 was the year of the rat according to the Chinese horoscope and Moreno expertly uses lyrics derived from his poetical studies and crafted tunes to explore the struggles of this year for musicians and other working folk. Just like the rat, Moreno has had to employ shrewdness and ingenuity to survive this period and come out with new compelling songs. The album includes collaborations with several acclaimed musicians of the London and Barcelona underground music scene including Ned Cartwright (Heartworn Highways) Adam Beattie (Pica Pica, Band Of Burns) Fiona Bevan, Pearl Fish, Pablo Yupton, DG Solaris amongst others. It will be launched at The Tower Theatre, London, February 2022.

Sellotape My Heart

Feel Like Dancing

I feel like dancing, alone in my room

Here I am the genius of mirrors and cells.

I am building a dance floor with my favourite books,

I am closing the window to worldly concerns.

 

The cactus you sent will keep me in check

and every time I move it will blossom in the room and in my head.

 

I feel like dancing, like smoke in the air

No one’s looking so I will make it look better,

The lights will be matching the shirt I will wear

and the music will reach you if you happen to care. 

 

The cactus you sent will keep me in check

and every time I move it will blossom in the room and in my head.

 

Bridge

You see all the memories return when I spin like a bird in the genderless roulette of waltzing by myself

 

I feel like dancing, alone in my room

Here there’s no wrestling with petulant views

the man and the woman are sharing the grudge

and migrants from Yemen have springs in their hearts.

 

The cactus you sent will keep me in check

and every time I move it will blossom in the room and in my head.

 After releasing three albums, ‘Love and Decadence’ and ‘Farewell Belief’ , “Whiskey With Angels” on Amber Records, and his EP ‘Poetical Resistance’ which he toured round the UK and Europe, Moreno returns as a burning force of nature with this brand new LP called “The Year Of The Rat.” In this album he explores the struggles and revelations of the arduous period of lockdown and the confinement from 2020-2021. 2020 was the year of the rat according to the Chinese horoscope and Moreno expertly uses lyrics derived from his poetical studies and crafted tunes to explore the struggles of this year for musicians and other working folk. Just like the rat, Moreno has had to employ shrewdness and ingenuity to survive this period and come out with new compelling songs. The album includes collaborations with several acclaimed musicians of the London and Barcelona underground music scene including Ned Cartwright (Heartworn Highways) Adam Beattie (Pica Pica, Band Of Burns) Fiona Bevan, Pearl Fish, Pablo Yupton, DG Solaris amongst others. It will be launched at The Tower Theatre, London, February 2022.

Feel Like Dancing

Painter, Painter

 

Painter, painter, painter you got it all wrong

you strived to capture the body and neglected the soul,

Who is gonna paint the thoughts that sever my sleep?

When I am alone with the bottle and all of my sins.

 

You searched for a truth but you favoured your eyes, painter, painter,
paint with your mind.

 

Painter, painter, painter you are not Oscar Wilde,

He knew the body is a vessel with Krakens inside,

Who will look in the flower when it’s stuck in a vase?

The truth is bitter and sour but it talks to the heart.

 

You searched for a truth but you favoured your eyes, painter, painter,

paint with your mind.

 

Painter, painter, painter, you were born with a curse

The will to be wanted, adored and caressed.

Remember Rodin the genius of clay

He captured the thoughts of beggars and slaves.

You searched for a truth but you favoured your eyes, painter, painter,
paint with your mind.

After releasing three albums, ‘Love and Decadence’ and ‘Farewell Belief’ , “Whiskey With Angels” on Amber Records, and his EP ‘Poetical Resistance’ which he toured round the UK and Europe, Moreno returns as a burning force of nature with this brand new LP called “The Year Of The Rat.” In this album he explores the struggles and revelations of the arduous period of lockdown and the confinement from 2020-2021. 2020 was the year of the rat according to the Chinese horoscope and Moreno expertly uses lyrics derived from his poetical studies and crafted tunes to explore the struggles of this year for musicians and other working folk. Just like the rat, Moreno has had to employ shrewdness and ingenuity to survive this period and come out with new compelling songs. The album includes collaborations with several acclaimed musicians of the London and Barcelona underground music scene including Ned Cartwright (Heartworn Highways) Adam Beattie (Pica Pica, Band Of Burns) Fiona Bevan, Pearl Fish, Pablo Yupton, DG Solaris amongst others. It will be launched at The Tower Theatre, London, February 2022.

Painter, Painter

All That We Have

Gabriel Moreno -Nosediving Into The Night

Gabriel Moreno -Overstay Your Welcome

LYRICS

GROWING OLD 

Love, I’m growing old, I’ll wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair at all and leave the war to younger troubadours?
Remember when the mermaids sang, we thought they sang for you and I. 
But here we are unknown with our wrinkling dugs, I am sorry love but I can’t give up the fight. 

Love I’m growing old, I’ll wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled,
I’ll eat fruit by the shore and watch the white hairs of the waves undone
and when the sun goes back to sleep, I’ll tighten up my nylon strings,
and say to you, "here is where the stray tales go stay with me tonight and love we’ll have our story told."

Love I’m growing old, I’ll wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled,
I’ll feed birds at the dawn and drink the poison from the English Rose.
Remember when the future held a seaweed wreath of brown and red.
But here we are with our dreams undone, I am sorry love but I can’t give up the fight!
 
La La La Love I can’t give up the fight
​

01 - Growing Old

Pass me the bottle and look to my eyes
Let’s tear down the curtain and speak of our times.
There’s a crack in the skin of hope and belief
Perhaps if we talk we can see what it is.

The trees, the trees are breathing despair
'coz some fools drilled holes in the air
And it’s raining in Kyev
but nothing is wet for what falls
on the heads of women and men
are the tears of a world torn by our greed and our lies. 
 
AHA there’s a wound in the night
AHA the moon is covered in wine
AHA but the candle’s alight, won't stay for a while,
let's imagine a sign.

Tell me your fortunes and tell me your curse,
days are like knives when you plunge into yourself.
There’s a war in the West there’s a war in East
and only the rich have got tickets to flee.

The winds, the winds are stuck in the graves
and the ghosts they are praying for change.
We know it will come but before we are done
can we toast to the ones who were broken and shun
by the hammer of hearts prone to the greed and the lies!
 
AHA there’s a wound in the night
AHA the moon is covered in wine
AHA but the candle’s alight, won't you stay for a while,
let's imagine a sign. 
​

Wound In The Night

Nobody Knows Where We Are
 
Will you come back to me when magic finds its parking  place?
I don’t care what mask you bring as long as we can dance again.

Can you read me some verse before time spits its curse and we sever the thread? It was only half nine when we opened the wine, now the clocks have gone blind and I am feeling so high from the quirks of your body and mind.
 
Nobody knows where we are, we drank the wake of the stars.

I know you mock my style, you say I push the Latin vibe.
But this is not my show, it’s a tale of two wandering lives.

Won’t you show me that move, the one where you prove,
That your country has gone wild, I am sick of the lies
Of husband and wives, won’t you show me your kite
'coz I am feeling so high from the quirks of your body and mind. 
 
Nobody knows where we are, we drank the wake of the stars.
​

03 - Nobody Knows Where We Are

WHERE THE WILD THINGS GO (LYRICS)


Lately, someone’s making this house to fall, they are planting liquid bombs in the patios of our future.
I don’t know what to make of this imbroglio, is it me or is the mojo gone? Does anyone have a spare angel?

I want to go where the wild winds go, where the wild winds go. 
 
Tell me, did they start another war, 
just because their testicles were far too overgrown?
I am sick of their show, can you show me your porticle 
where you silence the void with your spicey corazon.
 
I want to go where the wild winds go, where the wild winds go. 
 
The wind is a shore
when your country is torn
and you need is a guiding grace, a guiding grace.   
 
Frankly, can we all just travel on? all I want is to shift the storm,
And maybe if we are getting on, we’ll dance the blues away. 
 
I want to go where the wild winds go, where the wild winds go.
​

04 - Where The Wild Winds Go

LYRICS

The scents of summer nights
Growing  in the moonlight 
The dress that you wore
lying on the floor
Spring that comes at last
And it’s gone too fast
And on the hill you see
The gathering enemy 
The cracks in your heart
when love departs
The barmaid arranging flowers
You’re staying in the pub for hours
And in the night you see
Winking merrily
The shapes of your thoughts
stuck in their default

And as you walk along you wonder have I got it wrong?


The pebbles of your fears
LIE IN THE SAND for years
The genteel crowd claps
All round the cricket match
There’s a western meadow-lark
She is waiting for the dark
You’re already in the woods
The deep dark woods
The last train goes by
In the blinking of an eye
walk home from the pubs
some of us in love
But in the night you see
Winking dangerously
The leopard of your dreams
Playing with your wings

And as you walk along you wonder have got it all wrong

A call you can’t deny
Floats across  the sky 
You're bit between the teeth
by impostors of belief
A dress blows in the wind
The half Italian wind
 the words of the dead
they’re alive in your head
a key forms in your mind
It works for a while
The truth comes in disguise
But you know it by its eyes
You don’t know what it’s for
Or what’s behind the door
As you try to make your mark
there’s a leopard in the dark

And as you walk along you wonder have I got it wrong 

The Broken pier, the fallen post,
The rising wave, the holy ghost,
The seagulls beak, the ashtrays edge
The vintage hat, the humble ledge,
The captain’s stare into the sea
The song’s a pool for hopes to swim.

Everything's A Song -Jason McNiff & Gabriel Moreno

Fling del verano


No manoseamo por detrá del Marina.
Era June y el rubio brillaba en tu pelo.
Tu era guiri y blanca como la harina.
I touched you como si tocara el cielo.


En el Biancas I changed por la cara,
quería adorarte como la virgen Maria,
pero empecé a vacila porque estaban mi bruva,
por Dio, la de nonsense que dije ese día!


Aunque a ti, really, te sudaba el mandango.
That night you fiddled with my Zippo
and scarpered to your English fan group
pa cashondearte de lo hairy llanitos.


What was your name? Se me fue de la mente.
You taught me then; no éramo tan diferente .



Nochevieja 1995


Esa nochevieja me fui al Venture Inn
to drown our story como un borracho.
Tú me había dejau for a tattoo artist
who rode Harleys and worshipped Thatcher.


Pensé, quillo, you can't be more jodío,
sitting there con lo viejo y desgraciau,
mientra lo colega in love and taxidos
se van al baile contento y morau.


But la patuka and I changed that eve.
El stool del bar turned into a throne.
El whiskey y el dolo foreva set me free,
tu cara was changed for an infinite hole.

Ay gracia chiquilla por hacerme poeta!
Ese New year encontré mi escopeta.


Sports day

Ni long jump, ni javelin, ni hurdles,
yo daba salto en un saco de patata.
For long distance races no era bueno
y Mr. Brown decía I should train harder


if pal año que viene I wanted a medal.
‘Coz ni el potato race pude ganá.
En medio del course me quede tirau
as Jonathan Sacramento, como una rana,

lept in a breath to the finishing line.
El t-shirt blanco manchau, lo rabashoe
que mi madre compro on Miercole loco
hecho un pastizo y all Victoria Stadium

peshau de mi fracaso de lo cojone.
I still hear their sniggers every morning.

The Rocks en GIB5  (For Aaron Turner) 

Together en lo patuko, mirando la mar, 
con Algecira de frente, the trawler ships,
lo port cranes, the oilers and the seagulls.
Tanto cielo, so much water, so much ruin. 


El abanico of the future era nuestro yet
charlabamo como old and tired fishermen, 
as if the victory were mantenerse en pie,
as if we knew de lo oscuro de lo hombre. 

We’d stay there until the sun slid up,
‘till Africa revealed its curvature of gold.  
No se si encontramo alguna verdá,
but esa noche, fetén, me hicieron quién soy.  


Me voy a Gib5 cuando sopla el levante
pa que se lleve la duda y el doló for cement. 


The inheritance

At the Pig and Whistle me contate
tales del talego that now I can't repeat.
I listened como un niño en un trance, 
waiting for a turn pa contarte mi feats. 

My turn no vino y en silence me fui,
sin dinero y con mi mente encrusted
con tu battles de women and whiskey, 
con ese feeling de se penco malaje. 


Years later, cuando te fuite de verdá, 
volví al same pub con una shiquilla,
we spoke about work and her new car. 
If only you knew como mierda I missed ya!
 
De inheritance alguno se llevan la casa
yo tengo tu cuento, tu pelo y tu guasa.

Llanito Sonnets

Easter Sunday 

Cayeron ancla, life jackets, cadena 
cuando no morreamo en la roca. 
La má estaba turbia, gemían la ballena,
encabronao con tu ojo, me tiré de boca.

Era Easter Sunday y en mi pecho 
sentí ese gusanillo de la fe cristiana. 
desaparecieron lo tankers en el estrecho, 
y solo quedó tu cara both divina y humana.  

Salí del agua bautizao con tu labio
pero al toca tu brazo I felt it quiver;
In me you saw la locura y el agravio 
que solo lleva al longing y a la priva.

Shiquilla, forgive me, me pasé do pueblo, 
ahora solo puedo resurrect you en el recuerdo. 

Translation

Anchors, life jackets and chains fell
when we made out amidst the rocks.  
The sea was dim, whales screeched,
I nosedived in, bedazzled by your orbits. 

It was Easter Sunday and in my chest
I sensed that little worm of Christian faith.  
The Tankers disappeared in the Straits,
I could only see your divine and human face. 

I emerged from the water baptized by your lips
but when I touched your arm I felt it shake. 
In me you saw a fate of longing and drinks
Brought on by madness and a life of pain. 

Dear girl I went miles too far, forgive my sins,
now I can only revive you in memories.

Easter Sunday

LENA KALINKA
Lena Kalinka,
Is there space in your hear for a narcissist thinker?
The day has been long all I need is a friend
Lend me your lap tomorrow I promise to work on my art, my Russian Cherie, roll one for me.
Tonight let’s pretend we are in garden of dreams, like a work by Chagall or Henry Matisse
Show your blue wings, butterflies find in the pools of your eyes.
Lena Kalinka,
Do you have any words for this amateur drinker?
The day has been long and I am stuck in my mind.
Lend me your tongue, I need to unsing all that I have sung,
It’s so hard to become what everyone sees,
But maybe tonight we can be whatever we want,
A modernist poem by Pound or Rimbaud, show me those sweet lines,
Mad poets find in the pools of your eyes.

And bring me wine to exorcise the devils within and all of my sins, tonight we can win, just for a while, my flame in the night.

Lena Kalinka,
I need your embrace it’s the middle of winter, 
It’s so cold inside that sometimes I cry from the snow in my eyes,
Its everyone’s dream to not be alone,
But maybe tonight we can entangle our bones and be like a song by general Cohen,
give me that sweet verse, he stole from your purse and the pools in your eyes.

04. - Lena Kalinka M04

Tuesday night, alone in a bar, where is Jacques Coustau where is Kofi Annan? 
Won’t someone come and pretend that they are in love, or dance a tune which no one knew could be danced like that.

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.  

Early rise, like the day before, if one more twerp curates my work I think I will explode, 
When this job ends please take some time before you start again, the city feeds from souls like you who are in the red.   

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or does it crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.  

O wintry blues what did you do, my friends, they stay home and watch the evening news,
If this won’t end I swear my friend I’ll go and cut the thread that links ITV and BBC to the spin of the world. 

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or does it crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.

- The Moon is a Spider - The Quivering Poets

1. We Can Write England All Over Again

The night has turned your compass into dust,
you are hanging like a tightrope in the rain
and now that London told you all its lies,
you wonder if there is future in this place.

But girl if you’re tired don’t go away
we can write England all over again
and when they parade with their guns and their blades
we can write England all over again.

They say that stubborn men hold on to their flags
when life and faith have ceased to be aligned.
But what’s the use of living in a lie
when all you got are spiders in your mind.

But girl if you’re tired don’t go away
we can write England all over again
and when they parade with their guns and their blades
we can write England all over again.

Bridge (we can write England all over again)
 
Take me to a land in Innisfree
where everyone is listening to the band,
where faces merge in song and poetry
and plenitude is all that we demand.

Whiskey with Angels

We Can Write England All Over Again

LYRICS

https://www.gabrielmoreno.co.uk/lyrics



MUSICAL BIOGRAPHY / BIOGRAFIA MUSICAL


1993-1995 The Arrival (Gibraltar)

1995-2000 El Mono (Hull)

1997-1998 Black Cat Bone (La Serena, Chile)

2003-2005 Neshika (Barcelona)

2005-2010 Riverbound (Barcelona)

2007-2009 Timber & Sand (Barcelona)

2005-Present Gabriel Moreno (Barcelona / London)

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