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Wednesday, September 20, 2017
PJ Harvey, The Orange Monkey
A restlessness took hold my brain
And questions I could not hold back
An orange monkey on a chain
On a bleak uneven track
And questions I could not hold back
An orange monkey on a chain
On a bleak uneven track
Told me that to understand
You must travel back time
I took a plane to a foreign land
And said, I'll write down what I find
You must travel back time
I took a plane to a foreign land
And said, I'll write down what I find
Beneath a mountain's jagged shelves
Cloaked with snow and shadows sheer
Plates tipped up upon themselves
The pain of fifty million years
Cloaked with snow and shadows sheer
Plates tipped up upon themselves
The pain of fifty million years
And mules and goats were running wild
A happy chaos carried on
And old men and the young boys smiled
And worked until the day was gone
A happy chaos carried on
And old men and the young boys smiled
And worked until the day was gone
The packs of sandy-coloured dogs
Walked streets that looked like building sites
But piles of rocks and dust and smog
Could not block out a different light
Walked streets that looked like building sites
But piles of rocks and dust and smog
Could not block out a different light
When I returned I ran to meet
The monkey, but his face had changed
He stood before me on two feet
The track was now a motorway
The monkey, but his face had changed
He stood before me on two feet
The track was now a motorway
Himno del Mundo, Raquel Jodorowsky
Estrellas de mar
Cargadas con el fuego
Del agua primordial
Con su piel llena de cráteres
Y púas de rojo amanecer
Con lunares de sol negro
Que palpitan.
Carne de estrella viva
Trozo de Era Fósil y esqueleto violeta
Cinco brazos terminados en pies
Que flotan como pétalos libres.
Pongo dos estrellas
Dos fragmentos de océanos rotos
Sobre mis ojos
Traspaso su misterio húmedo
Flor de luz y dureza marina
Así me encontrarán, varada
Cubierta de estrellas de mar
Cual diosa nómada del cosmos
Que en el límite del mundo
Se ha tendido a soñar
Cargadas con el fuego
Del agua primordial
Con su piel llena de cráteres
Y púas de rojo amanecer
Con lunares de sol negro
Que palpitan.
Carne de estrella viva
Trozo de Era Fósil y esqueleto violeta
Cinco brazos terminados en pies
Que flotan como pétalos libres.
Pongo dos estrellas
Dos fragmentos de océanos rotos
Sobre mis ojos
Traspaso su misterio húmedo
Flor de luz y dureza marina
Así me encontrarán, varada
Cubierta de estrellas de mar
Cual diosa nómada del cosmos
Que en el límite del mundo
Se ha tendido a soñar
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