Tu as roulé ta bosse
La guitare à la main
Un camion pour carrosse
Rempli de magiciens
Tu disais que les gosses
Ce serait pas pour demain
Un appétit féroce
Galvanisait ta quête
D'amitiés et de fêtes
D'idéaux, de refrains
Ta famille, Carabosse,
Elle est celle des copains
Un jour tu as eu comme un mirage
Une belle image
Tachée de sang
Un jour tu as su qu'il était sage
De prendre le large
Tu as posé ton cœur
Là où l'amour vibrait
Et noyé de tes pleurs
Celui qui s'en allait
Qu'importent les malheurs
Et vive la liberté
Il t'a fallu encore
Affronter des procès
Quand trahie par ton corps
Ou un jeteur de sorts
Tu larguais sans regrets
La vie qui s'annonçait
Un jour tu as eu comme un mirage
Une belle image
Tachée de sang
Un jour tu as su qu'il était sage
De prendre le large
Et t'as eu 40 ans
Et t'as eu encore plus
On t'a dit c'est maintenant
Après tu pourras plus
Tant de sollicitude
Tu n'en demandais pas tant
Tu as montré les dents
Et repris ton histoire
Restée sourde aux bobards
Des vendeurs de moutards
Et tu danses toute la nuit
Au son des guitares
Un jour tu as eu comme un mirage
Une belle image
Tachée de sang
Un jour tu as su qu'il était sage
De prendre le large
Un jour tu as eu comme un mirage
Une belle image
Tachée de sang
Un jour tu as su qu'il était sage
De prendre le large
Et de faire sans
Pas d'enfant.
*****
You travelled around
Guitar in hand
A van was your castle
Filled with magicians
You said children were for another day
A ferocious lust
Drove your quest
For friendship and parties
For dreams, for songs
Your family, Crone,
Is the one made of friends
One day you had a flash
You saw a beautiful image
Stained with blood
One day you realised it would be wise
To go on the lam
You set down your heart
Where love vibrated
And you drowned with tears
The one who was leaving
Whatever the woes
And long live freedom
You still had
To face trials
When betrayed by your body
Or by witchcraft
You dumped the coming life
With no regrets
One day you had a flash
You saw a beautiful image
Stained with blood
One day you realised it would be wise
To go on the lam
Then you turned 40
And even older
You were told now is the time
Later you won't be able to anymore
So much advice that
You didn't ask for
You bared your teeth
And went on with your life
Deaf to the fairy tales
Told by the breeders
Instead you dance all night long
To the sound of guitars
One day you had a flash
You saw a beautiful image
Stained with blood
One day you realised it would be wise
To go on the lam
One day you had a flash
You saw a beautiful image
Stained with blood
One day you realised it would be wise
To go on the lam
And to do without
No child.
El EP que me introdujo a esta gran banda. Fantásticas guitarras y letras tan poéticas cantadas por la voz repleta de energía emocional de Gálvez.
"Ambos son interminables..." <3 lau_luna
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
This Baltimore group rough up post-punk with dark post-hardcore riffs and chaotic choruses, never losing a fine-tuned sense of melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2024