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Someone should really properly equalize and mix this song.

Lono's Journey Through The Waters

La danza del Ramoneto

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words:

eastern beauty
ecstasy queen

the sapphire eyed beast
whose bare sighting buckles my knees

an apparition from the woods
spinning ballerina dressed in blue jeans

disrupts the pulse of my heartbeat
and makes it sound like

her spiral-shaped freckle nebula
sends my judgment on the run

she’ll dress my mind up as a jaguar
and let it loose throughout the hall

vanilla colored psycho dreamer
altered state of mind diehard fan

she’ll prescribe some pills to you
that’ll make you dance like

and she’ll disappear
like a black cat into the night

and she’ll try to steal
several hearts in a crowded bar

and she’ll fade away
like the sand in an hourglass

and she’ll lacerate
your heart with her naked hands

angelical countenance
with a devilish mindset

she can drink all of your blood like wine
and have your soul for dessert

Beatrix Kiddo impersonator
MDMA’s longtime friend
she’ll ride you like a trial bike
swinging her hips like

Ecstasy Queen

words:

remember when
we used to go
to the beach at night
to get drunk and high                                             
and even though we never made love
I still think about those times a lot
I guess I’m not that obsessed with sex
sometimes

remember when
we found that cat
sleeping in the alley
looked like shit, covered with flies
we laid waste to those sons of bitches
and you gave him milk while 
I drank wine and scratched his back
I wonder what he must be thinking about
probably you, too

and I wonder
where the hell does time go
yesterday I was a fucking kid        
and now I’ve had cancer twice
I have to look out for a job
before my old man kicks me out

remember when
we were at your place
the afternoon that bird 
crashed in your window
we were so high we thought 
God was sending us signals
so we hid under the bed
outta the reach of God
and even real beings like you sister
in the room below 

remember when
we used to go
to the beach at night
to get drunk and high
we would bring a towel so 
we wouldn’t get our asses full of sand
but one day I forgot mine so we used yours
and we were so close
I really miss that

and I wonder
where the hell does time go
yesterday I was a fucking kid    
and now I’ve had cancer twice
I have to look out for a job
before my old man kicks me out

Drums by Júlia Martín
Saxophone by Arnau Abadal

Artwork by Joël Beltrán (@joelc170)

Remember When

words:

Nina, slow dancing in the shadows of a party
that’s about to end
you call me with your gaze, knowing the rules of the game
which you want to play
and i behoove, what could i do? as if there was an option that did not involve
following you
as if there was a life to be lived carrying the weight of the regret
of not even trying

Nina, you know i’m not a dancer but if you insist i don’t mind
being taught by you
and as you put my hand in your back i can’t help but wonder
how far could it go
we move through the room, tiptoeing around the drunks
who are laying on the floor
like a two headed cat with a bird in its mind, trying
not to make a noise

a step in the sand, your hand next to mine
a vision, a trace
try not to forget

the  dance of the seagull, the tango of the waves
the deafening silence
a forbidden exchange

New York in the winter, stolen Chardonnay
a prayer, a window
your red negligee

saxophone romance, Russian roulette
coke in the bathroom
remember my name

Nina

Drums by Júlia Martín
Organ by Narek Mnatsakanyan

Artwork by Joël Beltrán (@joelc170)

Nina

words:

sunny day, she lies awake as the rays of sun ignite her face
400 dreams about a place, a thousand graves, a vacuum space

unmatching socks on a feetless child
the wheelchair squeaks, her mother sighs
a dog runs loose between the pines
but the wind still carries your scent of lime

seven sisters got out of bed, seven caps, one for each head
a daily procession, a cyclic mirage, the youngest the first, the oldest the last

a pair of gloves in a wooden box
a scream arises as a gun goes off
the microwave dings but there’s nothing inside
but the wind still cries your name every night

there’s water on Mars, or that’s what they say, it might’ve gotten there on a rainy day
400 suns, all of them in shades, are stalking you from outer space

Saturn’s rings got replaced by an ad
in which an elder woman wears a funny hat
the galaxy’s ritziest amusement park
but the popcorn the sell reminds me of your eyes

But The Popcorn They Sell Reminds Me Of Your Eyes

Me daba palo poner un título en inglés. Si esto no lo va a escuchar nadie cuya primera lengua no sea el castellano o el catalán.

But The Popcorn They Sell Reminds Me Of Your Eyes

Daniel Ruiz