Poesía asfáltica y obscena la de Francisco. No se puede objetar nada al acompañamiento musical de Bèstia Ferida. Les sentó bien el cambio de bajo eléctrico en lugar de la guitarra, ganaron cuerpo. La trompeta sigue sin convencerme (demasiado efecto, es como redundante), pero en conjunto me gustó como sonaron.
Unos poemas de Robert Francisco.
POEM FOR SATCHELL & BARNES
Painting tears on our faces
recognizing our weaknesses followed through
Painting tears on our faces
forgiving ourselves for what we had to do
Painting tears on our faces
Our violent innocence, our future violent past
Painting tears on our faces
a blank look in our eyes
one tear painted, someone we made die
Painting tears on our faces
Painting holes in their heads
Someone else might get a tear
if they ever make us dead
EUROPEAN COWBOY
A 70 year old European cowboy
drives his maroon-coloured El Dorado
around the canals of Amsterdam.
Slowly cruising, an Edith Piaf cassette
blasts from his open windows
and fills the rainy streets.
A cowboy hat covers his bald head
Long white hair flows from the back
Dressed in all black, rainy streets & grey skies
Dark sunglasses reflect red neon lights.
Leather on leather, his gloves caress
the steering wheel
"What's goin' on today ain't no big deal"
A puff of smoke pours out of his pipe
"I'm living the goddamn life, motherfucker"
I'm living the goddamn life.
Painting tears on our faces
recognizing our weaknesses followed through
Painting tears on our faces
forgiving ourselves for what we had to do
Painting tears on our faces
Our violent innocence, our future violent past
Painting tears on our faces
a blank look in our eyes
one tear painted, someone we made die
Painting tears on our faces
Painting holes in their heads
Someone else might get a tear
if they ever make us dead
EUROPEAN COWBOY
A 70 year old European cowboy
drives his maroon-coloured El Dorado
around the canals of Amsterdam.
Slowly cruising, an Edith Piaf cassette
blasts from his open windows
and fills the rainy streets.
A cowboy hat covers his bald head
Long white hair flows from the back
Dressed in all black, rainy streets & grey skies
Dark sunglasses reflect red neon lights.
Leather on leather, his gloves caress
the steering wheel
"What's goin' on today ain't no big deal"
A puff of smoke pours out of his pipe
"I'm living the goddamn life, motherfucker"
I'm living the goddamn life.
AMERICAN FREE JAZZ
American Free Jazz,
Ever since 9-11 American Free Jazz has gotten a lot more free
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(Y no hay nada que hacer.
Sigo haciendo el gilipollas con la cámara)
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