viernes, marzo 16, 2012

Falling Away

I'm stranded on the side of the road,
Nowhere to turn, ain't got no one to run to,
Ain't got nowhere to go,

I'm all alone and I call and call,
But no one's around,
And darkness begins to fall,

I run I feel like I'm going home,
But I never really get nowhere,
I always wind up in the same place, alone and scared,

Far away and falling behind,
Through the veil that blinds,
The truth that unwinds before my eyes,

I see my mother's arms,
Stretched out towards me,
Calling me lovingly,

I run so fast I can almost fly,
But I can't seem to get to her,
No matter how much I bleed no matter how hard I try,

You were once as I am today,
I knew you before and I'll know you, always,
By your heart, I'll know your face,

Far away and fallen behind,
Through the veil that blinds,
The truth that unwinds before my eyes,

I'm nobody's son,
Through no fault,
Of no one but my own,

Unbaptized, unsaved, unblessed,
Bloody, dirty, wombless,
Pure, innocent and free,

Another fallen feather from another dead dove,
Another dead man walking trying to shake loose from the cuffs,
On, by, to, from, behind, before, after, in, with, yes but not of,

Far away and fallen behind,
Through the veil that blinds,
The truth that unwinds before my eyes,

Falling away and far behind,
Falling away and far behind,
Falling away and far behind,

-Norberto Mujica.

martes, marzo 13, 2012

With Life Still Shinning In My Eyes

I kissed life, and it did kiss me,
As death, too, shall kiss me,
Future, quickly, gently,
Cold, freeing, piously,

Upon the grass of green
I'll lay myself to rest,
Full of all things, felt, lived and seen,
While, of life and breath I'm stripped,

I'll think of gentle, silk hands,
That did cradle me and loved me,
That, when I'd fall, they'd pick me up and help me stand,
That would put me to sleep, that loved me,

I'll dive into the idle times of old, that I so do cherish,
Simple, ephimerous, young and warm,
It's memories I find to be antidotes to these times, tarnished and blemished,
Yet to those times I wish not, to return,

For, I would not trade the sounds of the cannons of today,
For those of the harps and charming mandolins of yore,
The moments, most exciting and gripping, in colours and shapes,
Are those of turning tides and changing currents,

I'll sing my song, I'll say my piece,
I'll dance my dance, while I can, while I must,
May I live and love, these dreams, I'll see fulfilled,
These dreams I'd dare steal, these dreams I'd dare take from the whims and chances of fate,

And when death finds me, may it do so, not satisfied,
Not fat, brown and content, yet still wanting,
For life is wasted on those who do not seek, who do not defy,
May it find me new, yet gray, young, yet old, ready, yet with life still, shinning in my eyes,

-Norberto Mujica.

lunes, marzo 12, 2012

Take Me

Take me down roads,
That aren't paved by evil men,
I know that's too demanding a request,
But I'll ask it of you all the same,

I'm tired of tripping like a blind man,
There are just too many forks in the road,
Thoughts aren't my own, face is teared up,
And my hands and knees are all drenched in blood,

Take me down bright, sacred lands,
Away from the darkness of the town,
So I can see clearly into the eyes of Man,
And understand that this ain't rain, but tears falling down,

Take me by the hand or don't take me at all,
These eyes you're lookin' into ain't fixed into a wall,
They're just a little hard to see thru' that's all,
Be my master, my mistress, my love, and the answer when I call,

Take me where you wish, take me when you will,
Just give me, please, enough time to drink my fill,
To pay the bill, to stand still,
To dance under the moon, to be touched by the autumm night's chill,

I'm ready for you to take me walking into the sun,
Strip me and cut me down to shreds 'til I'm once again, nobody's son,
Will you dance with me until ilusion is faded to nothing and gone?
Take me there thru' dusty roads that are yet to be conquered by anyone
Roll me like a stone down unpaved streets, that, you know, only lead home,

Take me home,
Take me home
Take me home,
Take me home,

Norberto Mujica-.


Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!