| Company: | EMI-Odeon | Date: | 1990 | ||
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| Produced by: | Phil Manzanera | Time: | Type: | L.P. | |
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you can sell yourself,
every offer is all right
if you want power.
how easy it is
to open the big mouth wide to express yourself,
and if you plan to back down
you have to cover up many tracks.
leave me be, 'cause I'm not to blame to see you falling,
'cause I'm not to blame to see you falling.
you lose your faith,
every hope is in vain
and I don't know what I shall believe;
but forget me, because no one has called for you
and there you are again.
leave me be, 'cause I'm not to blame to see you falling,
'cause I'm not to blame to see you...
between two world you are
and you leave no air to breathe,
between two world you are
and you leave no air to breathe.
let it be,
be no informer and
go out of the way,
and when you want to back down,
you still have to swallow a lot of dirt.
leave me be, 'cause I'm not to blame to see you falling,
'cause I'm not to blame to see...
between two world you are
and you leave no air to breathe,
between two world you are
and you leave no air to breathe.
leave me be, 'cause I'm not to blame to see you falling,
'cause I'm not to blame to see you falling...
between two world you are
and you leave no air to breathe,
between two world you are
and you leave no air to breathe.
I heard that the night
is totally magical
and that a goblin invites you to dream,
and I know that recently I
scarcely stopped,
and I have the impression to wander around.
the day breaks so quickly
and I'm so alone
and I don't regret that of yesterday.
yes, the stars shine on you
and they serve as your signposts,
you feel so strong
that you think
that no one can touch you.
the distances become short,
the hours pass quickly
and this room does not stop becoming smaller,
and so many things to say,
so much twaddle here,
if only it would be possible to flee this place.
the day breaks so quickly
and I'm so alone
and I don't regret that of yesterday.
the stars shine on you
and they serve as your signposts,
you feel so strong
that you think
that no one can touch you.
the day breaks so quickly...
it's not been long ago that I've read your letter,
and, without strength to answer,
thousands of scraps in the wind will separate us.
I will move into a house in a land
far away
to forget this fear of you, this fear of you.
and it's not been long ago that I
have destroyed the memory of you, with the intention
to stop it once and for all.
but time and the distance
are not all for me,
there's always something that causes me to return.
always I listened to you and I don't believe you any more.
why don't I understand you?
why are you so far away?
always I listened to you and I don't believe you any more.
why don't I understand you?
why are you so far away?
I know that I've always been like this
and that I could not help myself,
and don't want to.
but neither the fear nor your letters
are all for me,
perhaps I will blame you another time.
always I listened to you and I don't believe you any more.
why don't I understand you?
why are you so far away?
always I listened to you and I don't believe you any more.
why don't I understand you?
why are you so far away?
I don't mind what you think,
undoubtedly I don't get it anymore,
your habits are lost to me
between fuss and kindness,
now I know that you don't understand,
we have nothing in common,
if I at least knew what you want,
don't force me to change my behaviour.
I wouldn't like to
use your intentions
and I wouldn't like to
think longer than a second of you.
they explain me what you do,
one after the other tells me bad things about you,
no one wants to make peace,
I couldn't go on like that,
and now I know that you don't understand
we have nothing in common,
if I at least knew what you want,
don't force me to change my behaviour.
I wouldn't like to
use your intentions
and I wouldn't like to
think longer than a second of you.
I wouldn't like to
use your intentions
and I wouldn't like to
think longer than a second of you...
think longer than a second of you...
think longer than a second of you...
salt
I will find a way
that leads me to a place,
and I feel I'm not in the position to
begin a new life without thinking.
I would like to go on an adventure
that won't force me to get back,
once and for all to leave
what I cannot understand.
only once
that, what I ever dreamt to do,
promise me
to build a way,
only once
that, what I ever dreamt to do,
promise me
to build a way, that I can walk.
behind a mask
stammering in view of misfortune
with a thread-like voice
dwindles the last bit of mind
that your little courage permitted,
and I will cross,
the step to a life past,
if there are magic sparks
between the kisses and the treachery.
only once
that, what I ever dreamt to do,
promise me
to build a way,
only once
that, what I ever dreamt to do,
promise me
to build a way, that I can walk.
only once
that, what I ever dreamt to do,
promise me
to build a way,
only once
that, what I ever dreamt to do,
promise me
to build a way, that I can walk.
it's not for the first time that I'm so close to
getting to know the madness.
and now, finally, now I know what it means
not even to be able to control your arms,
and you feel that they are totally exhausted,
and you don't know why.
sooner or later I should try it,
to submit myself to its witchcraft, to forget to lie,
on an other level,
not even wanting to recollect the past,
of which you feel that it is totally exhausted,
and you don't know why.
let's go, from this room
to the wide open place outside,
the eyes become blurred,
everything is in the same colour,
while everything does not matter,
while everything does not matter.
Winning or losing, I know that it will be important to me,
that what practises witchcraft is the danger, and not where you go to,
and you climb towards another level,
and you won't even succeed in touching her.
you know that you are totally exhausted,
and you don't know why.
let's go, from this room
to the wide open place outside,
the eyes become blurred,
everything is in the same colour,
in the meantime let's go, from this room
to the wide open place outside,
the eyes become blurred,
everything is in the same colour,
while everything does not matter.
let's go, from this room
to the wide open place outside,
the eyes become blurred,
everything is in the same colour,
in the meantime let's go, from this room
to the wide open place outside,
the eyes become blurred,
everything is in the same colour,
while everything does not matter...
nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...
I waste time by thinking of the essence
that I sometimes let pass,
how many moments did I ignore
that could have changed me!
and there is no prayer
that would be in the position to decide for me,
my God, it leaves no other choice
and never will I feel repentance again.
there's always an alternative
that you have and always have to choose,
it leaves no other choice,
you have to act quickly
and there is no prayer
that would be in the position to decide for me,
my God, it leaves no other choice
and never will I feel repentance again.
and there is no prayer
that would be in the position to decide for me,
my God, it leaves no other choice
and never will I feel repentance again...
who swallows us,
'cause the nightmare divides me in two parts?
so much hate he found
in the melody that chokes my voice?
you forget all while awaking
once more
I can only dream
between sand and spray.
how could I forget someone
who once wanted to help me?
when I can't forgive the damage
that you caused around me...
you forget all while awaking
once more
I can only dream
between sand and spray,
between sand and spray...
you forget all while awaking
once more
I can only dream
between sand and...
you forget all while awaking
once more
I can only dream
between sand and spray.
the decadence is forbidden in your head,
the falling temporarily loses height,
the temple of the sun bursts,
I will never be able to know
if the cross mean salvation.
the illuminated house waits for someone to enter,
the innocent death of a martyr
that is always misinterpreted,
the temple of the sun bursts,
I will never be able to know
if the cross mean salvation.
the decadence is forbidden...
the falling loses height,
... temporarily,
temporarily,
temporarily,
temporarily.
enter silently
so that no one hears your steps.
in the meantime,
when the nerves fail, all will be well
and we leave the kissing to the ones in love
and we think of ours, 'cause I paid you for it,
even if tonight you
are only an article for me.
I place in your hands
what we agreed on,
the rain from a while ago,
now I just need to rest.
and we let be, that the dreams take over the passion,
we think about our owns instantly forgetting,
even if this night
mean only a few notes for you.
I think of the years
that you spent at war
with a name per flag,
now I only want to hear it once more.
and we let be, what is the real thing, what we imagine,
we remember that our owns has not ended yet,
even if in this night, ...
... in this night...
we could say good-bye to each other.
my eyes go to the picture,
something illuminated itself
and in its inside the figures are dancing
they firmly look at me an become bigger.
my body weights less,
I feel that I am rising,
the pistols of Warhol
without ammunition,
the situation blurs in my mind
surrounded by slightly hazy glances,
and I take in the colour of its inside
and my figure goes through the transformation
and those white eyes,
I turn myself in their direction,
they force me, me to feel like this,
they are behind you...
... they are behind you.
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©1997 Rafael González-Ripoll Giménez