Where Do Lost Things Go

(A tribute to Lou Reed)

[Chorus]
Get real—soon you’re eighteen,
But what if eighteen never shows?
Get real—soon you're free,
But tell me—where do lost things go?

[Verse 1]
The moon is a flickering sign outside,
Dripping colors right into the tide.
I step outside, where the night collides,
Feet sinking deep in the midnight glide.
A phone that rings without a soul around,
I lift the receiver, silence is the sound.
The stars align like unpaid bills,
And the dawn breaks without giving thrills.

[Chorus]
Get real—soon you’re eighteen,
But what if eighteen never shows?
Get real—soon you're free,
But tell me—where do lost things go?

[Verse 2]
A jukebox spits another tale,
Static murmur, like the night that fails.
My last regret caught in a slot,
Spits out a message of what I sought.
A cab pulls up but it's just a dream,
Says “Buckle up, kid, this ride’s supreme.”
But the road it loops in a never game,
And I’m caught in the echoes of my name.

[Chorus]
Get real—soon you’re eighteen,
But what if eighteen never shows?
Get real—soon you're free,
But tell me—where do lost things go?

[Bridge]
Tip the ghost by the flickering lights,
She hands me dreams that fade from sights.
Streetlights flicker like memories worn,
One blink and the night is reborn.

[Chorus]
Get real—soon you’re eighteen,
But what if eighteen never shows?
Get real—soon you're free,
But tell me—where do lost things go?

Where Do Lost Things Go

Raging in the jaws of the id,
Groups of electrons form lone pairs.
On the benches of Central Park,
Sad sewn mouths swallow the dark.

Dense groups of digital nomads,
Are lost in the chips of iPads,
Grim spreaders of the new plague,
Trapped in solitude's dark cage.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

At the time of the nuclear dawn,
Chernobyl apples in the town.
Bought as gifts with vengeful glee,
To poison foes and family.

How we misuse our earthly life,
A blade that cuts us like a knife.
Drowned in cycles of daily hate,
Lost on roads that twist our fate.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.
In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

I would like to travel back,
To the roots of my inner crack,
Facing my ancestral fear,
Exploring the ego's sphere.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

L'Esprit Vit Dans La Matière

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Verso 1
Al salir el sol siempre estaba ya en pie
Una prueba de lo dura que la vida fue
Su mundo ideal lo construyó
A base de fe y dedicación.

Verso 2
Un fuego interior la impulsó a ser quien es
Una luchadora por su tierra y por su mies
Pero la suerte no le acompañó
Cuando el amor despertó en su corazón.

Estribillo

Hoy Heliodora no puede evocar
Vivencias, recuerdos, la bruma los cubrió
pero el fulgor que brilla en su mirar
mantiene viva toda la pasión.

Verso 3
¡Cuánto trabajó por su entorno familiar!
A pesar de que no siempre consiguió acertar
Todo lo hizo con el corazón
Y pensando que era lo mejor.

Puente
En su cara está esculpida toda su labor
Las arrugas son las medallas que ganó
Su pelo, las cenizas del fuego que ardíó
Las ojeras, de todo lo que lloró.

Estribillo

Heliodora in Spanish

Verse 1
When the sun rose, she was always already standing.
A testament to how hard life was.
She built her ideal world
Based on faith and dedication.

Verse 2
An inner fire drove her to be who she is.
A fighter for her land and her harvest.
But luck wasn't on her side.
When love awoke in her heart.

Chorus

Today, Heliodora can't recall
Experiences and memories; the mist covered them,
but the glow that shines in her gaze
keeps all the passion alive.

Verse 3
She worked so hard for her family!
Although she didn't always get it right,
She did everything with her heart,
And thinking it was for the best.

Bridge
All her hard work is carved on her face.
The wrinkles are the medals she won.
Her hair, the ashes of the fire that burned.
The dark circles under her eyes, from all the tears she cried.

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