the division bell

Estaba buscando ideas para el nuevo logo del grupo de teatro Kontravía, cuando caí en cuenta de un hecho trascendental para la humanidad: desde hace varias semanas ando con ganas de tener "the division bell", el último álbun de estudio de pink floyd. ¿razones?

ninguna en especial, nomás que he cantando repetitivamente partes de algunas canciones de ese cd, a pesar de que no eran mayormente relevantes para mí.

Viendo la portada me acordé también de los otros diseños que Storm Thorgerson hizo para Pink Floyd, pero ese es otro cantar

"Should I sing until I can't sing any more/ Play these strings until my fingers are raw /You're so hard to please /What do you want from me "

"The rain fell slow, down on all the roofs of uncertainty/ I thought of you and the years and all the sadness fell away from me /And did you know... "

"I turned and I looked at you And all but the bitter residue slipped away...sliped away "

"Won't hear a sound/ From my mouth/ I've spent too long /On the inside out /My skin is could /To the human touch /This bleeding heart's/ Not beating much "

"And I make her prove her love for me, I take all that I can take/ And I push her to the limit to see if she will break /She might take it back, she could take it back some day "

"Outside the rain fell dark and slow /While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime/ I took a heavenly ride through one silence/ I knew the moment had arrived /For killing the past and coming back to life "

Lost For Words
I was spending my time in the doldrums

I was caught in a cauldron of hate

I felt persecuted and paralysed

I thought that everything else would just wait

While you are wasting your time on your enemies

Engulfed in a fever of spite

Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades

Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution

Is not going to help at all

because ther'll be no safety in numbers

When the right one walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?

Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?

Stuck in a world of isolation

While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies

And I ask could we wipe the slate clean

But they tell me to please go fuck myself

You know you just can't win