悲しみの海 (Mar De Penas)

Con Motivo de Ofensa

hice esta canción pensando en alguien que hace poquito murió, al enterarme mas que pena solo me dio rabia no saberlo antes, porque era alguien importante, le quise dedicar esta canción como un mensaje de alivio, incluso para todo aquel que haya perdido a alguien que ama, morir no se trata de dejar los sueños a medio terminar, ni de estar de luto, ni del temor acerca de lo que viene después, es algo por lo que no debiéramos sufrir, pues a la larga es lo único que se nos asegura desde el momento en que nacemos.

Morir Está Bien

Guitar: Tatsuo Satoh

Lágrima - Francisco Tarrega

Narco Bastardo

Mañana hay marcha

Un poco de paz

Lo que pudo ser y no fue, sangra en nuestro cuerpo y alma cuando nos llega derrepente al pensamiento, a la imaginación.
Sangra, igual que los cuerpos que corren de la muerte, de la violencia de los agentes asesinos del estado, de si mismos, de su herencia, de su pasado.
El pasado, que a veces vuelve en recuerdos de la manito con la nostalgia. De la manito también con la duda de lo que hubiera pasado si las cosas se hubiesen dado de otra manera.
Recorriendo un túnel que retrocede, me lleva sensación por sensación asegurándome de haberla entendido. Y al vacío de lo que no pudo ser, sólo le queda sangrar.

La sangre de lo que no pudo ser

No no y no 2020

Listen to 'Wild, Wild Heart' from Last Year's Man's album Brave the Storm, to be released November 13, 2020

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🎧 'Wild, Wild Heart', released 16-10-2020
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📖 About the song:
I was listening to the new Field Report album “Brake Light, Red Tide” a lot around the time I wrote this. I remember it came considerably fast compared to some of the other songs on the album. I was sitting on my back patio as my wife was making planter boxes with my 2 and 5 year old running around the yard “helping.” I kept hearing Christopher Porterfield's voice in the melody. As it turns out my buddy in Nashville, Philippe Bronchtein (who played organ and pedal steel on the album) knows Chris and connected us. What I thought was a crazy dream to have him singing on this song ended up reality which still blows my mind. I haven't really found a non-melodramatic way to describe this song yet. It wasn't a sit down and plan to write a song type of day – it just sort of happened. I actually was messing around with that opening instrumental because of a new chord my wife taught me. She was learning a song from the Frozen 2 soundtrack. It's like an Am11 or something. Something I've never played before and only happens once in the song because I couldn't get my fingers back in that position. I think what the song is about is how we all live with a certain disconnect as well as dependence to our surroundings and the people in our lives. When you start thinking about the contrast of our biographical timeline and the historical timeline in which we live it's like falling into a black hole and it's hard to not feel like an ant when you finally crawl back out. We are everything and nothing. I don't know how else to say it. My reason to wake up in the morning or why I write or the things in my life that define me is everything. But the overall impact I'm making historically is insignificant and I guess that's where all the conflict and tension in the lyric are stemming from. “I am the dog lost from home/and I am the boy searching.” 


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📝 Lyrics:

When it don’t come easy
or it don’t come at all
the borrowed hours, the siren call 
The moon hung worthless 
like a burned out bulb
The stars just memories no one can ever hold

Like the night I am restless 
I am the settling at dawn
I am a bird on the wire 
I am an unsung song
I am a dog lost from home
and I am the boy searching
I am color in the dark 
I am the wild
wild, wild heart

If time is my captor 
and the night is a thief
The past is the past
And the arrow of time is one way street 

Like the day I am heavy 
I am the evening news
I am the calm before morning
I am the winter blues 
I am the roots in the ground 
and I am the dirt moving
I am water in the air
and I am the wild
wild, wild heart
Wild, wild heart
Wild heart

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Last Year's Man - Wild, Wild Heart (with lyrics)

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