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Thursday, 15 June 2006

1. El Caballero (de la triste figura) 2. Weakness 3. Furin 4. Eat my Bush 5. Speaker Box 6. Caminos 7. Unusual Squares 8. The Old Ones Walking 9. Viage al Oeste 10. Pictures in the Wall 11. If We Only Knew 12. Prana 13. Slow Burner 14. Nakara 15. The Four Brothers 16. Evidencia 17. The Might Alrighty 18. In Between
 


 

EL CABALLERO (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

Aguas turbias en un pozo mayor que mi soledad.
Mi corazon es un ladrón, es un cabrón.
De tus ojos el reflejo en el agua los veo llenos de deseo.
Y yo quiero lo que tú, yo quiero lo que tú.
Agua y furia en un trozo mayor de nuestra amistad.
La diferencia se marca por la presencia de un hambre y
sed más fuerte que el ser como los demás.

Y si no caminaramos? Y si no lo fueramos?
Locos muy santos. Los hermanos.

Desde el principio de los tiempos que los locos caminan al sabor del viento.
Libres sin saber ser.

Y si no caminaramos? Y si no lo fueramos?
Locos muy santos. Los hermanos.

Aguas turbias en un pozo mayor que mi soledad.
Mi corazon es un ladrón, es un cabrón.
De tus ojos el reflejo en el agua los veo llenos de deseo.
Y yo quiero lo que tú, yo quiero lo que tú.
Agua y lluvia en un trozo mayor de nuestra amistad.
Compañeros lavados por un sueño común; Atados a la carretera.
Y lo que fué era, y nunca más lo será.

Y si no caminaramos? Y si no lo fueramos?
Locos muy santos. Los hermanos.

Yo no lo sé y yo no lo vi Y yo ni senti como cambió todo para mí.
Pára! Mi mente miente para mis pasos seguir.

Aguas turbias en un pozo mayor que mi soledad.
Mi corazon es un ladrón, es un cabrón.
De tus ojos el reflejo en el agua los veo llenos de deseo.
Y yo quiero lo que tú, yo quiero lo que tú.
Agua y furia en un trozo mayor de nuestra amistad.
El pan de nuestra gana, El lleno de nuestra barriga,
La carencia de nuestra vida

Y si no caminaramos? Y si no lo fueramos?
Locos muy santos. Los hermanos.

Juntos en la búsqueda buscamos por algo más.
Y si no caminaramos? Y si no lo fueramos?
Locos muy santos. Los hermanos.


 

WEAKNESS (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

The blessed weren't the manifested
And this life will be devoided of blesses
There'd be no clothes for our souls to dress in
What we would know would be a cold heaven

A million miles away
With a million things to say
Lie all the points to our perspectives
Elected to save us
There can be no mistake we discuss with those fake to us
Disgusted by those who take from us
Confronted by our own feelings
Connected to our peers we relate
Chained to our own fears
Detected by they who observate
Always wanting to break away and say
I fly from space with the frequencies
Of the ways of the ones that can not wait
Of the ones that will always say
Why should night be as light as day?
Why should night be as bright as day?
Say
We could ride the waves in a lean back way
Say

You know I've got to speak I
I've got to speak cause
I got to see
Sometimes I got to scream cause
I feel the heat inside
I feel it burn if I don't scream, no, no...
If I don't mean to get this whole clean
It'd be left in between worlds
Walking in between

My destiny is to watch the fame make the test for me
Is to watch the pain take the best of me
Is to watch the rain wash the rest of me
Is to watch the same watch arrest in me
Is to watch the me...Change!
From a little drop to the pouring rain
To a little rock from the mountain range
Changed and unchanged
Double in trait
Same but not the same
Subtle and straight
Walk the walk since I talk the talk
Unblock the block
Come to see if I can stop the stop
Come to see if I am what I thought I am
Come to meet who I'm supposed to meet
Come to be what I am to be
And see

You know I've got to speak I
I've got to speak cause
I got to see
Sometimes I got to scream cause
I feel the heat inside
I feel it burn if I don't scream, no, no...
If I don't mean to get this whole clean
It'd be left in between worlds
Walking in between worlds

Home other side of the galaxy
Am I delirious or am I serious
Well it seems to me that I'm furious
That we seem to be
From the other end of the galaxy
By the way we reflect all the maladies
By the way that we spend all the planets seeds
By the way that we breathe like we can not breathe
By the way that we be
We cast her away
Watch her leave
For she can't stay
If she can't breathe
Should we dedicate all our energies
That not suffocate all the remedies
We could fluctuate to a higher state
We could reinstate all the higher grace

You know I've got to speak I
I've got to speak cause
I got to see
Sometimes I got to scream cause
I feel the heat inside
I feel it burn if I don't scream, no, no...
If I don't mean to get this whole clean
It'd be left in between worlds
Walking in between worlds
I feel it burn if I don't scream, no, no...
If I don't mean to get this whole clean
It'd be left in between worlds
Walking in between worlds
Talking in between words
Looking in between worlds
Talking between words

 

EAT MY BUSH (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

Traits; it's the crash in your rates.
 The crass move to remove and abate the groove
 Wherein the growth-rates of a different race will move
 Your soul-babes in this earth/class/grade.
 It exasperates you.
 The big bully; our Uncle Scam.
 Calling yourself just a cute tin man,
 But you're a big machine showing idle hands
 Feeding shallow dreams to the same old
 Down the pipeline of genes to the great mould.
 With a heart of gold, Ha!
 Funny how the same old tales go stale.
 Wail! I reach up and grab the veil;
 Hail to those who guard me well, and God as well.
 I rip off the mask and the dark unveils.
 Rear its ugly head and its breath smells,
 Been drinking from the dead well, where the greed and the violence dwell
 And all the bad things that govern hell fell.
 These are dark times we are born in
 When leaders no longer lead but command the populace into a spiritual fire pit of hell Mass murder and mass suicide is the fate they have chosen for their eternally loyal subjects
 Run, rebel In peace we should dwell Not in this ignorance,
 Insanity, profanity, blasphemy, sacrilege
 We follow punks bathed in maladies
 Should we run or rebel?
 But Life will overcome strife.
 Right is what's yours by divine right.
 But only your freedom is divine right?
 Freedom to choose your dues in your own eyes.
 Freedom to lose.
 Freedom to choose your rules in your own kind.
 Freedom to choose your own mind.
 Freedom not to choose.
 For how you live shows just as well, how you don't,
 And if you can't say No than don't. Fuck it!
 When you read beyond the lines, and you creep behind the lines;
 Tap into the intent behind the dirty minds.
 You may choose to remove that blind from your eyes.
 Realized it's not worth to be one of their kind. You pass the test.
 You might as well just then cash the check;
 The one that reads sell out. Then pack your bags,
 Turn your work clothes into dirty rags,
 And with them start the fire of what came to pass Well you can
 Run, or you can Run and rebel against the word that's the drone in the peace you should dwell.
 These greedy beasts cause all kinds of hell.
 Backed up by the faith that they're doing well.
 Backed by the belief that we're just as well. Working to pay.
 We slave; working to buy, still wanting.
 Reaping the desire that they sowed.
 To keep the money running. You know they won't give up,
 And this world will only change when we all grow up, We learn the
 Spirit ways or we mass destruct. Go back to the beginning, and start again.
 To learn the wisdom in the heart again.
 And learn to listen to the words of them; touched by the spirits.
 We'll learn to swim before we learn to crawl
 Before we learn to walk before we learn to run.
 And learn that all is but the word of One. The One Great Spirit.
 Speaks through everything in Nature. It warns…
 Run, rebel In peace we should dwell
 Not in this ignorance, Insanity, profanity, blasphemy, sacrilege
 We follow punks bathed in maladies
 Should we run or rebel? If you don't agree then walk,
 And if you can't be free than walk,
 And if you can't be assed than walk. To the urn, then burn;
 Walk Don't Give Up

 

SPEAKER BOX (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

(vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

Through; these words not coming from me; they're coming from you.
 Open my mouth clean so you can throw through.
 Please watch out for those in between who may still know you;
 when we come crashing through. We ask you.
 Does this world view satisfy you?
 What you learned in your school, does it satisfy you? Do you ask you?
 Fight! We've got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit.
 In that fire you may burn. We've got no desire to turn
 We've got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit,
 In that fire you may learn, We've got no desire to spurn.
 But we ain't fucking slaves, we're people. Respect!
 Our minds and our brains are equal; they're blessed with the same freedom.
 And we don't need you to hold us down, crush our face in the ground.
 Weight's on our backs so we can't stand up.
 Ground nailed to the round chains. Corrupted, corrupt id, corrupt I, corrupt we.
 Hear the million voices that came to voice thee. Fight!
 We've got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit. In that fire you may burn.
 We've got no desire to turn
 We've got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit,
 In that fire you may learn, We've got no desire to spurn.
 Religious bigotry, cultural bias,
 Materialistic world view, educate the liar; in a new school way.
 Trap and trade; masquerade of the blackened rays.
 Your way is bent. Forked tongues aid your hidden intent.
 Cast our way away into another plane.
 Slain by the grey, or tamed by the grey.
 Looking back there's not much we can say but alas it's the fact.
 The attack from the Grey was too much for our way and our natural class.
 Although most do not understand the language of our great mother.
 She will not speak another, and will always be There;
 She's never wrong,
 She's never scared.
 She always tolerates the trillion faults and mistakes of your million ways.
 And your cold thrashing traits.
 Running over anything that gets in your damned way.
 Running like there's fire in your ass ‘cause you just can't stay,
 In the same bleeding place you destroyed on your rampage.
 On your search for the rich place;
 You poor souls, you strayed from the original way and now it's so cold.
 We've got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit. In that fire you may burn.
 We've got no desire to turn
 We've got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit, In that fire you may learn,
 We've got no desire to spurn.
 Try to fill in your soul with a fire that will soon burn out of control.
 And your higher nature calls but you're just so deaf;
 Your pride so tall that that you're just hell-bent;
 On a runaway train straight to the end of the tracks;
 Crash and burn into the same breath that's
 Common destiny for all those who forgot the song of the seasons;
 Now the song of the reasons.
 Now we bid our Goodbye's,
 Float away from the mouth that allowed us to stay,
 And voice; until another day, enjoy. Rejoice.

CAMIÑOS (vocals: Abe Beja/Guillermo de Llera)

....? so high
Down to this underworld
Plant the steps and later rest
in fields of dreams with big country greens

Déjame estar que yo hablo;
Y por detrás un sol no mayor que el corazón y el sueño valor;
De querer un mundo mejor;
De creer en ver tu y yo en un futuro menos duro y de más valor.
Déjame estar que yo lo hago.
Camino tu sueño.

We've no regret
To watch the phase burn, old trees
Welcome rebirth, new leaf, turn

...?
Ring of dedication
Laid on foundation
Grist the coffle of memories
and slowly fade wondery turns

Lo que pasó pasó,
Y lo que fue de paso pasó,
Y lo que fue el pasado pasó,
Y lo de ayer un paso y hoy otro paso en un trazo en el espacio de un tiempo.
Somos pasos en un camino antiguo.
Nada más.

We've no regret
To watch the phase burn, old trees
Welcome rebirth, new leaf, turn

Todo el trabajo de un pasado tan amado/amargo.
Todo este sufrir por mí.

Llámame nacer,
Llámame viejo por nacer.
Llámame hijo del nacer.
Semilla de un mundo por hacer.
Llámame crecer.
Semilla de un mundo por ver.
Semilla del ir y sentir.
Llámame morir.

...? I choose
Thralled waters
And feed the roost that I clean
Find the reason for being
And watch the seeds grow

Razón de ir y razón de seguir.
Corazón de vivir.
Los que han de venir vendrán a pedir una razón de vivir;
Un camino a seguir, y a donde ir apuntaremos adonde venir; corazón.

We've no regret
To watch the phase burn, old trees
Welcome rebirth, new leaf, turn




UNUSUAL SQUARES
(vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

Unusual squares
Fly to you
Unreal...
Breaking the line
For you I walk on water
Breaking the line

Unusual squares
Breaking the line
You, stay
Behold the mind

Strange pictures in you
Strange vision is you
Main wish in you
Redreamin' of you
You!

We are arrow pointing
Breaking the line
For you I walk on water
Breaking the line

Unusual squares
Breaking the line
You, stay
Behold your cry

For you I walk on water
Breaking the line
Unusual squares
Breaking the line
Unusual squares
Breaking the mind

Strange pictures in you
Strange vision is you
Main wish in you
Redreamin' of you
You!

Strange pictures in you
Strange vision is you
Main wish in you
Redreamin' of you
You!

 

 

VIAGE AL OESTE (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

Cómo no...

Cómo no...
Hace ya tanto tiempo que no me escapo por ahí
Corriendo descalzo
Gritando: quiero vivir
Me encanta vivir
Sin hallarme mal
Me encanta vivir
Sin hablarte mal
Vivir es sufrir en belleza
Para un dia morir
Sin hallarte mal

Un pecador contra el cielo no tiene donde rezar.

Cómo yo... con la...

Con la ley del gobierno eres muerto por su abuso y su violencia
Con la ley del buda mueres de hambre pero con la cura, pura

Si un hombre quiere, puede ser bueno

Si un hombre quiere, puede ser bueno,
Y santo, andando por su camino sin daño,
y hallando en su destino; el baño del querer.
Y dándolo al vecino, sin daño ni malquerer,
Este santo vino a ver.

Con el querer se lanza el destello del poder.
Con ello ver semilla del deseo sin crecer. Agua, limpia,
Y mi sueño irá con tu fuerza santa.
Déjame correr y ver.

Cómo no...
Hace ya tanto tiempo que yo
Te llamo a tí, Para luego encontrarme descalzo
En este camino a seguir
Solo con el amor de descubrir
y el trazo a definir
de lo que será de mi
en lo que es mi destino de vivir

Si un hombre quiere, puede ser bueno


 

PICTURES IN THE WALL (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

Push myself away
They're just pictures in the wall
With a smile and a memory
That throws it all away
Then I ask myself to stay
And watch the pictures in the wall
For...?...then
and taste it

Pray, you...
To die for
To die

Say, you...
With my love
To die

Push myself away
From the pictures in the wall
With a smile and a memory
That knows it's all away from me
I ask myself to stay
Watch the pictures in the wall
For...?...then
And waste it
Then
And taste it

Pray, you...
To die for
To die

Say, you...
With my love
To die

Pray, you...
To die for
To die

Say, you...
With my love
To die

 

PRANA (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

Next? I talk to speak to you
I'm feeling fright strugling through every fight cell
I swing in space and breathe
Tired from the smothering but higher from the smell
But higher from the freedom in the deed
Crystal clear drops of crystal clear you
It's crystal cleared you?
I known your word that was spoken first, was spoken the last
I am at last
But a mouth of another I heard you
From the mouth of a brother, saint

Gone, people cry
Dyin' blood
Dyin' blood

Old people die
Cryin' blood
Through the eyes of the suffering sun

Earing through the earing
Earing it all
Earing me here
Earing so near

Searching for the first
Searching from the last
I'm searching for the mask
Searching from the first
Searching for the last
I'm searching for the task

Speaking in words
That last not in verse
That last not in text
That last not in breath
That last not in mind
That last not in kind
That last not long

Empty and full

Gone, people cry
Dyin' blood
Dyin' blood

Old people die
Cryin' blood
Through the mouth of the suffering sun

In silence the unknown world has turned
The only by the one who was many and the same

Beautiful pain
The beautiful saint

Gone, people cry
Dyin' blood
Dyin' blood

Old people die
Cryin' blood
Through the mind of the suffering sun


SLOW BURNER (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

It’s true; between these walls is a crying room; and it’s a dying room.
It’s a crime. You stray in him I know; astray itching in this aisle room.
I know; souls in a prison is a violent use of our value rules.
You take the souls away. Rape riches in this vile tomb.
So I ask you. My mind draws a blank.
Sitting in this dark room where I can barely stand; I stare at the lines on my hands.
I wipe my dirty eyes; say:
This is the game in the crying room and it’s violent rules.
Consume your hate and feel the blue, come to feed from you.

It’s creepy in here; my minds not clear.
Scared into tears, aware I fear:
Something in here, something burns slow.
Oh, I can smell it, I can sense it.
I can hear the words in the air: final frontier, despair is here.

I don’t know when and I don’t know where;
But I don’t really care as long as I’m dead.
Dear Mama, I can’t find the reason; the why in this prison.
And things I imagine; and things I envision.
It don’t matter none now for life has just begun now.
No, they can’t take my soul away.
As long as I hear these voices; close my eyes and voice them.
I only hurt not broken. Close my eyes and voice them.
My angels have spoken.
Strong will is my token. Close my eyes and voice them.
They take these faults away.

Many long years: water and bread. Weight in head,
Past is dead; contemplating.
What it said in my head: Degrading.
Turn my head, lay my head; stare out the window.
Look through the bars, listen to the wind blow.
Could I change what I chose, would I change how it goes?
And change what I know?

Why did I slave? Why did I rape? Why did I take?
Why did I steal? Nothing in here is so real; just the loneliness.
Have no love. Have no blood. Have no faith. Have is hate. Have no reason. Prison

Stop it now, block it. It’s too fast. I’m stopping, I’m blocking. It’s too mad.
I’m sad and it’s shocking, and I’m glad I’m blocking the shocking.
Now I’m dead. I’m frozen instead, my nerves or my head are like frozen or dead.

..And now I feel a great and overwhelming peace emerging from the chaos and confusion;
And my emotions; those raving wild horses stand still at this very moment.
The chief looks up at me, and in his eyes I can read:
There has always been the above and the fusion with the chosen;

For they who chose change will undoubtedly receive it and embrace.

No longer do I feel it outside.
Close my eyes and voice them.
God’s goodwill unspoken; my new birth was chosen.
Close my eyes and open.
I only hurt not broke it.
Sitting in this dark room I can barely stand.
I stare at the lies of my head; these were the ties of a man.
I know souls in a prison is a violent use of our value rules.
It’s a crime you stray in him I know; astray itching in this aisle room.
I know....Freedom!

 

THE FOUR BROTHERS (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

I am you;
These hard bare feet walk a scorched and barren desert of souls;
Each gasping for air and grasping below,
Where they may root, and transform.
It is their will; the shadows abound in a myriad of forms.
And in each of the four corners of this earth is a spirit
that will teach and protect they who acknowledge their knowledge.
May the pale ghost never grow to full height,
And the giant rise to bask in the sunlight;
So walking and living hallow.

I heard the chant in the air was so deep.
Everywhere came around me;
Embraced the surround discreet.
Wisdom a whisper that silence only heeds,
And rides the invisible ties;
Speaking of incredible highs and falls so deep,
That those on the crooked road will not see the horizon indeed.
Dirty eyes the shine won’t see; the divine.

To the East: my red birth holding seeds of fire and sunrise.
To the South: I bathed in the waters that grow, the middle day and the high yellow gold.
To the West: my feet grew into the earth, my face black in the sunset.
To the North: the white night and the close of this wise circle road of yours.

If it wasn’t for them the world would simply not know the order it knows.
All the elements would roam astray, and none of this would be what it is now.
I stood to rise to the occasion, and noticed they looked at me, I stared right back.

They called in chants that echoed in every sound I heard within the temple,
Until I called back with the verb, the million year old key I hold that’s the words;
I am now the long road within your four directions,
And sway with the wind of this life’s inflection,
So bury me now with what I chose to believe.
May I become a small part of this mighty tree.

And the four brothers appeared, one from each direction.
To welcome me home, and back to the order
The covenant of those who embrace the old ways.

I looked back saw all the ghosts had passed.
The Four Brothers turned the road.
Beneath my feet they rose to claim my body,
Send my soul back to the one Whole.
From up I looked down the road now sand before the Great River;
Waiting for the next rise;
Waiting for the next chance to deliver.

 

 

EVIDENCIA (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

E quem não riu chorou
Quando o santo não baixou
Quem foi que não duvidou?
E eu esperava-o num sítio calmo longe do barulho
E ele...
E ele...
Disse vamos a ontem
Onde não nos encontrem
E eu..
Estaremos lá bem
Vamos a ver...ver

Estou em EVIDÊNCIA
Onde ele me quer ver!

Stay on...

O povo não acreditou
Que o santo sim baixou
E ao passado me levou
E eu...

E eu...
E eu não me importei que não acreditassem
Porque sim eu
Eu vi, eu descobri, eu em mim, eu...

E, eu não me importei que não acreditassem, porque sim eu...

Estou em EVIDÊNCIA
Onde ele me quer ver!

Estou em EVIDÊNCIA
Onde ele me quer ver!


 

IN BETWEEN (vocals: James Beja)

Yeah! now left me for good
for they can no longer see me
no longer can they see from me
one that could and would

i have now left them for certain
for certainly they wish not know
where it isn't from where it flows
and what is it is...?

behind the curtain
now and together the fade of a memory
much to thin to remind us of what it really was
now it came to be
can you still hear me
from the distances we scream
one face in where he came from
all these faces where he left to

cry
the in between

Yeah! now left me for good
for they can no longer see me
no longer can they see from me
one that could and would

i have now left them for certain
for certainly they wish not know
where it isn't from where it flows
and what is it is...?

behind the curtain
now and together the fade of a memory
much to thin to remind us of what it really was
now it came to be
can you still hear me
from the distances we scream
one face in where he came from
all these faces where he left to

cry
the in between

can you still hear me?
from the distances we scream
one face in where he came from
all these faces where he left to

cry
the in between
the in between
the in between
the in between...

 
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