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La Función
04:31
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All is dark
In my mind
Like the theater when the lights go out
Like your face, covered in sorrow.
There us time to kill
To kill in time
Ohhh vanity of man.
In time, when time...
In time to love when time to die
The show must begin.
Que comience la función
Que se levante el telón.
Que comience la función
Del gusano emperador.
Que comiece el festín, ha llegado la hora al fin.
Mimos, semejantes a un dios representan su acto final.
Una sombra, que aparece, en la escena y se retuerce. Reptando va...
Los.mimos caen presa del terror
Tropiezan entre ellos, son patéticos.
La cosa, roja, sanguinolienta, está hambrienta
Devora a los mimos son su presa.
Ni el reloj, ni la hora dan espera.
Ahhhhh ahhh ahhh
Angels cry, angels cry
To see the mimes devour by the red blood worm.
This is a tragedy called man.
And the winer of the plot
The conqueror worm.
The lights go out and the courtains fall.
All is black, in my mind..
Like the theater when the lights go out.
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2. |
Las Calaveras
04:51
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van a bailar, a regocijar, a olvidar sus penas, a saldar sus cuentas.
A las dos: Las calaveras dicen adiós. Se van de esta ciudad, se van para más allá.
A las tres: Las calaveras juegan ajedrez
con Hegel, Handel, Nietzsche y Poe(que ya se murió)
Todos caleveras son.
A las cuatro
Ella mira su retrato
es de una vida pasada, cuando alguna vez estuvo ella enamorada.
A las cinco ellas pegan un grito
Porque Anabelle la más bella de las tres
se fue
se fue
para no volver....
A las seis ellas ven el mundo al revés que ya estaba al revés.
A las siete
vuelan su cohete
se van a la Luna, se van a Plutón y al nuevo planeta que se descubrió
donde no brilla el sol.
A las ocho, las nueve y las diez
son libres como un pez
no hay reloj que marque las horas, no hay amor, no hay dolor...
A las once
ellas bailan su último Valse
en el bote que rema Caronte hacia el más allá
A las doce
el tiempo se divide en dos
Lo que ha de ser, y lo que ya pasó.
A la una
Las calaveras, no vuelven a sus tumbas jajajajaj
Chumba la cachumba la cachumba la!
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3. |
Children of London
04:30
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We're the Children of London
we like to play serious games
we look old, but we're real young
we never do what we're told
We don't have trees around
but we got lots of bricks, that we breath
happily.
We're always wet
cause it always rains
it's always grey
and that's great.
Come on in be our guest this time
don't be afraid
of us.
We can dance ooohhh
we can sing ooohh
we can do
as you wish
lalallala la la la don't be afraid you're a child like us
lalalala lalala dont't be afraid
you're a ghost like us
You're dead...
Mama would say, don't you play with fire
Mama would say, don't you talk to strangers
mama was right
and now we cry
cause we're all alone
and now we cry
cause we're all alone
cause we're all alone in this deep dee dee deerideep dee
in this deep hole.
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Narrator: Two ladies go fir a walk
One is old, and one is young.
Under the shade, under the shade of an oak tree.
They don't know their fate, the old one is about to faint.
And the young one will die tonight.
Under the shade, under the shadeof an oak tree.
They went for a walk, in the forest, in the forest.
The old aunt, the young niece.
In the forest, in the forest.
The moon was shining so bright
You'll soon be a bride, said the aunt to the niece who cryed. Tears of joy.
What a surpruse, from behind the bush
Came out...The big, bad, wolf.
Wolf: I have been waiting for you all afternoon
Hiding from behind the bush. Observing your every move. Now tgat hs dark, just you and I, under tge moonlight,under the moonlight.
Niece: Don't, please, don't hurt me
Ill soon be a bride, my man loves me
And I love him with burning desire.
Wolf: Don't you fear my dear, I'll set you free from your wifely ditties.
You wont be a slave to your man
Youll be mine right now.
Aunt: run, run
"Said the aunt to the niece who runes"
Aunt: Take me instead, I'm old and I'm tired
You can see that on my vains.
Wolf: you're old and you're tired, I can see that on your vains. I don't want you're flesh.
I want fresh meat, fresh meat for me.
Aunt: ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh
Wolf: You can run, but you can never hide.
I'm faster than it meets the eye.
Can you feel my breath behind your neck? Im one step behind you.
Can you feel my breath behind your neck- I can feel your heart beating.
Can you feel my jaw and my claws on your neck, dripping with blood.
Aunt: ahhh ahhh ahh ahhh ahh
Narrator: Now they know their fate. Tge aunt just fainted and the niece just died tonight. And the niece is dead tonight.
Under the shade, under the sgade, under the shade of an oak tree.
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AmaNRouge Bogotá, Colombia
It is the Artist´s intention to merge in the depths of human nature, where sublime melancholy, fear, and beauty lie within. Her music is dramatic and theatrical, with a dark sound.
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