casualidades

desempolvando viejos y olvidados discos me encontré con
Castaways and Cutouts en el que aparecen dos de las personas más fascinantes que este extraño mundo me ha dado la oportunidad de conocer.
eso se merece una reseña y aquí está.
No me va a quedar más remedio que comenzar a creer en la Teoría de la concatenación de casualidades sorprendentes


here i dreamt I was an architect

and here i dreamt i was a soldier
and i marched the streets of Birkenau
and i recall in spring
the perfume that the air would bring
to the indolent town
where the barkers call the moon down
the carnival was ringing loudly now
and just to lay with you
there's nothing that i wouldn't do
save lay my rifle down

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and i am nothing of a builder
but here i dreamt i was an architect
and i built this balustrade
to keep you home, to keep you safe
from the outside world
but the angles and the corners
even though my work is unparalelled
they never seemed to meet
this structure fell about our feet
and we were free to go

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and here in spain i am a spaniard
i will be buried with my marionettes
countess and courtesan
have fallen 'neath my tender hand
when their husbands were not around
but you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
or are you furrowed like a lioness
and we are vagabonds
we travel without seatbelts on
we live this close to death

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this
but i won, so you lose
guess it always comes down to
alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way


clementine

you slept in your overalls
after the wrecking ball
bereft you of house and home
and left you with sweet fuck-all
so we got in your car
with our kickabout hearts
and we hollered out 'sweet clementine

tell your mom to marry us
a candle to carry us
with cans on our bicycle fenders
so sweet and hilarious
and we'll find us a home
built of packaging foam
that will be there 'til after we die

and, i'll play the clarinet
use clamshells for castinets
we play with our bags on our shoulders
my sweet lady lioness
and i watch as you sleep
so indelibly deep
and i hum to you sweet clementine


Decemberists - Castaways and Cutouts
[Hush; 2002; r: Kill Rock Stars; 2003]

PS.
¿una casualidad más? esas dos personas levitarán viendo a sigur rós en julio en Madrid.
mientras yo estaré emborachándome. mi primer brindis será por vosotras. el segundo por mi mala suerte.