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Serotonin

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I came down with a fever the other day
and they called some specialist doctors.
In the middle of extracting the stone of madness,
they made the fountain of happiness spout from it.
And whilst I was dreaming, a nightmare came to me
It said, 'I'm yours, you're mine, you can't escape.'
I said, 'Very well, nightmare, but what dreams do nightmares have?'
I can't say that he was very impressed...
 
Afterwards I remembered, as I woke up,
The incandescent light of a candle
And, taking notes on the great miracle,
American and Cuban scientists.
 
And my serotonin went up,
My serotonin went up
(My serotonin went up),
Like the tide when it comes in
(To feet tired from the long day)
Like a girl who climbs up
(A tree full of mandarins)
My serotonin went up
(Yeah, my serotonin went up)
 
A lover of mine approached me, one I once had,
she asked, 'what happened to you, my dear?'
I said, 'You won't believe it, it's ridiculous,
I had a stone inside my head.'
The future we could have built approached me,
I said, 'Dude, we could have spent it well.'
It replied, 'Better men than you have loved me.'
I can't deny that the future told the truth.
 
The good news was already spreading
beyond the Christian kingdoms,
history books were being torn up,
they were now out of date.
 
And my serotonin went up,
My serotonin went up
(My serotonin went up),
Like the tide when it comes in
(To feet tired from the long day)
Like a girl who climbs up
(A tree full of mandarins)
My serotonin went up
(Yeah, my serotonin went up)
Like the price of gasoline
(My serotonin went up)
Like whales when they breathe
(My serotonin went up)
It's a fragile trapeze artist
(My serotonin went up)
It's an intrepid alpinist
(My serotonin went up)
Mom, look up, Mom, lookup (for there's a satellite which is spying on us)
It's King Kong on the Empire State
(It's a condor which kidnaps a child1)
Old women laugh out loud2
(And it's more addictive than heroin3)
My serotonin went up
(Yeah, my serotonin went up)
 

• 1. reference to the song 'Imagina't un nen' from the album 'Atletes, baixin de l'escenari' also by Manel
• 2. reference to the song 'Alegria' by Antònia Font
• 3. reference to the song 'Qui n'ha begut' by Mishima

Here's my arm

Beautiful inertia, where have you gone? I'm the gentleman with a rose in my buttonhole, I come clean and perfumed.
Inertia, you soften my extremities. Inertia, I will obey you

Adela and the edge

'By the way they like replying I know that they're lying, or ignoring the truth.
The absence of risk in their eyes proves that they're repeating discourse from memory.'
 
Adela told me this, approaching the edge that marked the inhabited world.
She was shouting at the countryside: 'Behind the edges there's always a shadowy trail
to follow!'
 
It was a privilege, being able to wait there with Adela for nightfall.
When we embraced, she whispered to me 'you're an idiot, you would have had fun'.
 
And I contemplated her approaching the darkness that the edge had to offer.
In the last moment, I turned her around, I gave her a kiss on her opened hand, and, ffff,
she blew on me.
 
And from the other side, I seemed to hear...
And from the other side, I still seemed to hear...
 
You've no reason to be here!
This is an honour you can do without!
You've no reason to be here!
 

With a bouquet of chlamydia

When the club had already closed
The man was still thoughtful
With a bouquet of chlamydia
he was watching the people.
 
When she went to collect him
in a car at the airport
with a bouquet of chlamydia
he tightly hugged her.
 
And on the morning of the wedding
the sister, what consolation!,
when the bouquet of chlamydia
could catch his flight!
 
All that's left to say from Sunset Radio
is that today I'm colder than yesterday: close the window...
 
And how sweet are the days
when eyes don't need words
and a perfume of chlamydia
seems to intoxicate everything
 
But how bitter is the evening
and how intense is the stench
of that bouquet of chlamydia
begging her forgiveness
 
Now all of a life
is buried in a rented storage unit
where the bouquets of chlamydia
wither, forgotten.
 
All that's left to say from Sunset Radio
is that today I'm colder than yesterday: close the window...
 
He says that he's in the zone
That on sunny days he walks
Until his feet hurt or until
he no longer feels the way the world turns.
And that, maintaining a certain appearance
of order within chaos, dedicates himself
to the kind of job that is, at parties,
very impressive to say that you have.
 
He said that a few days ago,
the rumour was confirmed
and she returned to be seen,
dignified, crossing the square.
When the mayor was alarmed,
Lady Elvira made the sign of the cross,
and boys and girls continued hiding from her behind the trees.
 
All that's left to say from Sunset Radio
is that today I'm colder than yesterday: close the window...
 
Boys and girls continued hiding from her behind the trees.
 

The stars

I've never wanted to bore you
-the truth is not to be sung-.
But, forgive me, today I bring you
the thing of which I am most certain.
 
Stars come, go,
burn quickly or take years,
and, like the last rays of the sun, disappear.
From far, you can see glory,
but it's not worth much if you don't know how to share it.
Indulge me for a few minutes, listen to a story...
 
About how people lose themselves
for a few rounds of applause.
They play with their health, they sell their mothers,
and one gets crowned, and one gets destroyed, and one goes missing in action.
But many have seen it all!
Spending their lives in empty rooms and seedy tents.
And they all have a story.
 
There are those who blow up whilst young,
until time puts them in their place.
Afterwards someone comes along saying
that everything is old fashioned
and it's someone else's turn.
But nobody will know how it hurts
when your own name sounds strange
or the long years forgetting what you know best:
that you're a shadow of the past, for nostalgics and the mad
and you look for solutions, you want to be brave,
perhaps telling yourself
that you never saw the eyes
of the young, determined,
that they wanted an autograph,
or to get into your bed.
And there were many who came,
but you never believed that they loved you.
 
Never.
 
There are those who blow up whilst old,
perhaps they had thick skin and had been able to keep fighting,
or perhaps they didn't understand what was happening very well.
 
Stars come, go,
burn quickly or take years,
and, like the last rays of the sun, disappear.
Listen to a story.
 
There are bodies that others want to look at
and they stick them on the sideboard!
There are excellent guitarists,
I could have died listening to them...
But what difference does it make,
that's not what I've come to say,
I want to explain a story,
because we all have stories.
Janis Ian explained it very well.1
Nina Simone did it better still!2
And the stars carry on exploding
and extinguishing themselves in the song that never stops!
 
And they all have a story!
And they all have a story!
And they all have a story!
 

• 1. Reference to Stars by Janis Ian, of which this song is mostly an adaptation
• 2. Nina Simone covered Stars

Ventilation pipes

When I have the certainty of knowing what comes after.
When I'm tired of hitting the mark day by day, month by month
When the ghosts of the future, of the present and of the past
visit me giving off a clear whiff of unanimity
I don't worry so much, I don't call a nurse
I know what I need, it's already clear what I have to do!
 
When I crash into the massive walls of my thoughts
When I don't take my pills and I'm too happy.
When I'm afraid that I'll die young of a flaring cancer.
When I see that some matters I can't fix by singing.
I don't worry so much, I don't call a nurse
I put on a shirt, I go out into the street
 
And I look in ventilacion pipes
In dark entrances to parks
In out-of-tune violas at funeral services
in eye drops which dazzle my eyes
in pep talks from team captains
in feet which splash too much in public swimming baths.
 
And I look in ventilacion pipes
In dark entrances to parks
In out-of-tune violas at funeral services
in eye drops which dazzle my eyes
in pep talks from team captains
and I look in places where, if I want to be okay, I shouldn't look
and I look in places where, if I want to be okay, I shouldn't look!
 

Paradigm shift

I had to excuse myself with the paradigm shift,
I left into the street and I ran home
to empty all of the drawers, to go through all of the papers,
to pile them up and see how they burned.
It was fast, the fire,
invigorating,
it was fast, the fire,
of flames full
of the barbarities which you and I had begun to say
of the barbarities which you and I had begun...
 
to say,
and they propagated to the horizon
to say,
and they educated the other person
to say,
always more illustrated than the others
to say,
and they paid very well at the end of the month.
 
With the paradigm shift, I preferred to second guess
I was never sure of what I was thinking.
I liked to stay on the patio with the radio purring
about the rumour of toppled statues.
About that rumor
on top of that beautiful song
about that rumour
of statues full
of the barbarities which you and I had begun to say
of the barbarities which you and I had begun...
 
to say,
and they propagated to the horizon
to say,
and they educated the other person
to say,
always more illustrated than the others
to say,
and they paid very well at the end of the month.
 
With the paradigm shift, they had to bury me
in this wasteland, with no name on the plaque
I offer you my gratitude for the white flowers and the eulogy at the funeral
I know that for a long time you didn't respect me.
And the flowers go well
with the hanging black cloths
behind a few friends
who remembered
the barbarities that you and I had begun to say.
The barbarities that you and I had begun to say.
 

The old musician

A peasant fears the storm.
An actor, the thrown tomato.
Liars, the truth.
The Antichrist, blessed ground.
 
The old musician remembers,
and fears, the time
that inside of a sea snail's shell
he didn't hear any waves.
 

Ants

A beautiful plain
I had as a birthplace
Like the watchman,
the sun doesn't see another.
I was the ant
of plain and scrubland
of swallow farmhouse,
of nightingale fields.
 
I saw beautiful lands,
more than a city,
I climbed the peaks
of high Montserrat.
I went down to Barcelona,
the pearl with which the wave
enriched the Principality
many centuries ago.
 
In my house, I have ants.
I found them one morning
under the marble of the kitchen
and no products have made them go away.
In the crack where they came from
I scattered a deadly poison,
and, when I covered it with putty,
they came out of the bathroom sink.
So, with a jet of water I could remove them
they lost everything, disoriented in a whirlpool.
 
There remained a few lonely ones,
and it was almost funny
as soon as I pardoned them,
I tortured them between two fingers.
But as days became weeks,
I surprised commandos
on the pothus on the table
toughening themselves up inside of some apricots
and it no longer gave me any pleasure, cleaning in the kitchen
silverware that was lost over the balcony.
 
And today, when I laid down,
the darkness brought a murmur,
a silence of ants
has broken the calm of the night.
The couple on my right hand
were the first that I noticed,
the couple that climbed the right, the ones that worried me.
And I wanted to sit up
and now I'm here, sitting straight
The square stone tiles are slipping,
the living plaster eats the walls.
 
I hear as they work, they've taken the hallway.
They've blocked the door, they won't let me leave.
They have more than enough energy, they persevere in their nests
They come out of my ears, my lips and my nostrils.
At home, I have ants, they appeared one morning.
They don't respect me, they must leave me alone!
Logic doesn't cheat, Science drives us here,
I've swallowed a lot more than I can handle.
 

Boy Band

I'm in a boy band.
I'm in a boy band.
I work in a boy band.
I'm in a boy band.
 
Melodies woke me up
that went through the walls
Mrs. Elvira filling the estate
with zarzuelas1 and couplets.
 
They bought me a classical guitar
one Sunday at the Mercat dels Encants2
I learned to play 'Give A
Little Bit' by Supertramp
 
And now I'm in a boy band.
I'm in a boy band.
I work in a boy band.
I'm in a boy band.
 
Àlex took me to La Boîte
To a singer-songwriter's concert
I thought: I'll be like him (no!)
I thought: I'll be better.
A man on the corner
did the boogie with his cousin
I told him 'I've heard what you play,
I think one day I'll have to come'
 
And the microphone transforming
my voice into electricity
covered my flaws,
my emptiness, my vanity.
 
And now I'm in a boy band.
I'm in a boy band.
I work in a boy band.
I'm in a boy band.
 
Now I write in libraries
Full of students and old people
But a Whatsapp group distracts me,
or the mystery of the back of someones's neck.
 
Now I wander through the squares
I look for an adjective that fits
But I'm confused by the terraces
or the light, dim, of a rooftop.
 
I'm in a boy band.
I'm in a boy band.
I work in a boy band.
I'm in a boy band.
 

• 1. Style of Spanish drama
• 2. A market in Barcelona

The remains

During the construction of a parking lot
below Market Square
the remains of a sarcophagus have appeared.
 
Its origin is unknown,
no details have emerged,
but the Ajuntament1 is reporting
that the dig site could include
pieces with great cultural value.
 
However, an account that appeared anonymously
is putting the official version in doubt.
 
In the last hour of the afternoon, only two workers remained,
the foreman cried so that they would turn off the motor
when he saw an object which shined in the subsoil
and he got close to pick it up, ignoring the protocols.
 
Wanting to wipe off the dirt, he rubbed it with his hands
and the shining object began to tremble.
And from inside of it an enormous genie came out, and he kneeled
and he told him 'My saviour, whatever you desire, I will make it reality.'
 
And the foreman, in silence,
after having thought for a moment,
finally pronounced:
 
I've always wanted to have a superpower.
I've always wanted to have a superpower.
 
And if I could have a superpower,
it would be to make the forehead
of anyone I want start to ooze
sobrassada oil as if it were sweat.
 

• 1. Local government

All Colors

Where do lovers go
When they separate
How do we measure pain?
 
How do grown-ups laugh?
When all lights go down
When the mask is dropped
What if I had the choice
To play the part of a hero
What would I be?
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
 
How do Kings dance
When they play the role of kings
How do they become legend?
Where do heroes hide?
When they get emotional
How do they bring back the hope?
What if I had a strong voice
Rising in the darkness and saying that I am
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
 
What if you loved a friend?
What if you befriended a lover?
How do honest people get punished?
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
 
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
 
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
Of all colors, all colors
Human
 

August

I must be in love with you
Only for making me want you so badly
Just by putting love aside
I saw August dying
 
you're the closest anyone's ever gotten
For looking at you but not seeing you
For taking you for granted
I saw August dying
 
[Chorus]
And no, it's not summer
When the rain falls down but no one can see
No, it's not summer
When nothing warms the heart the way
it used to be
but it's not anymore.
 
Just in case you don't know it
Time freezes when you're here
It was like I lived through it all again in a matter of hours
I couldn't wait for you forever
In a word, I've lived through it all.
And August dies now on me
 
[Chorus]
But it's... it's not summer anymore,
When the rain falls down but no one can see
No, it's not summer
When nothing warms the heart
No it's not summer
When the rain falls but no one sees
No, it's not summer
When nothing warms the heart the way it used to be
But it is not anymore
 
But it's... it's not summer anymore,
When the rain falls down but no one can see
No, it's not summer
When nothing warms the heart
No it's not summer
When the rain falls but no one sees
No, it's not summer
When nothing warms the heart the way it used to be
But it is not anymore
 

I never leave entirely

I never leave entirely
I don't like goodbyes
Water simply goes
Stuck in its headspring
That's its way of life
 
Something always remains
Something to be done
Sometimes I almost regret
But they're things I invent
Afraid of losing you
 
I left a marked book
And a rosemary vase
I opened my curtains
And made my bed
So you will remember me
 
I never leave entirely
I live on two desires:
One that goes on the stream
The other stuck in the headspring
Stays for the longing
 

Manele

Manele manele … mi ez a zene?
Manele manele manele
Manele manele … miként?
Manele manele manele
Ha?!
Ezek vagyunk tesó!
 
Manele manele
Hé, mi bajotok vele?
Bömbölő verdámmal száguldok az utca csak passzus
Hangfalaimból szól az erős basszus
Manele manele
Kastélyokat használok parkolóknak
Bőr abroncsú Bmw-kel járok
Osztom a szert a kis szutyoknak
Hé, alj már félre jön a királyod
Manele manele
Benézek a kondiba, lássanak a lányok vele:
Versace felsőm fukszokkal tele
Mihez egy lánctartó is lassan kellene
Nem látod stílusosan divatos vagyok
Ledes-puloveres, gyöngysoros pendelyes
A bárnál különféle manökenekhez ülök
És mind érettségizett, a bűneimre megesküszök!
 
Manele manele
Tudjuk mit csinálsz, kilóg a lólábnak fele
Manele manele
Nagyvilági darabokban a művészek életvitele
Manele manele
Minden álszent bujkálva táncol majd vele
Mert lóvéval van telis-tele!
Valaki rólam azonnal mossa le!
 
Manele Manele x 8
 
És én nem tellek be vele
Szerelem, fájdalom, dollárok, elvétele
Szandálok, függönyök, gondok számbavétele
Keretes szentképek, Armani
Az ellenségeknek meg kell halni!
Az Isten csak annak ad aki kér
Aki kér!
Én nem jártam suliba, de ha a bevételem kérded
Olyan számot mondok hogy eláll lélegzésed
Manele Manele
Zenélőórám van! Aranyból!
És mikor felcsendül az induló
Körbetáncol a szupermarketnél az összes tahó
A Lidlnél, a Pennynél , a Pepconál, sok hűhó
Tűkkel bőrömre tetoválnak ügyes kezek
De én nem értem jelentésüket mer’ ezok nehezek
Mă doare-n p…iept.
 

I found in your handbag

I found in your bag
A note from someone else
And in your phone
Two unknown phone numbers.
 
How could your soul let you
Hurt me so bad?
Because I loved you,
And I received instead/ in return
Just tears and I suffered.
 
How naive I then was,
I kissed you and you started to cry,
And you made me cry too,
But you cried that you were not near him.
 
How could your soul let you
Hurt me so bad?
Because I loved you,
And I received instead/ in return
Just tears and I suffered.
 
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I bore you

You endured your living time
And I was brought back to Me
And today I arrived at my border
Salvation of patience is full to me
 
Good for ya
I will leave you
And we will leave you today before tomorrow
 
The heart is atrophied
Life is with you
Salvation of salvation
 
rule point
This is my year
What good times
 
You tell people
Rani Hanieh with him
Daretalk pot
And non-God is complaining
Bahmi and Dhari
And as a detective
I laugh and tear my hear
 
I thought you are my darling
I'm afraid of god
And it is not dependent on him
In this world
 
You have tortured me
The worst torment
And betrayed love
And you lost me without reason
 

Sabotage

Someone had practiced a sabotage.
Someone had loosened the gears.
You looked calm, unfolding the power of your personal charm,
and you did, you did answer no, that they were wrong,
You answered that they had confused you with another one.
 
You make yourself look as if you were thinking, but you know what you are doing very well.
Oh, you're great! And you know very well what you do!
 
And I will not stand on my knees.
And I've already put on my knees. (x2)
 
But it is that someone had destroyed the machinery.
A criminal had spilled the water reserves.
And, in case it was useful, you said to the agents that you had seen me near the crime scene
and I, I replied 'no', that they were wrong,
but their trained dogs found me in the corner.
 
You make yourself look as if you were thinking, but you know what you are doing very well.
Oh, you're great! And you know very well what you do!
 
And I will not stand on my knees.
And I've already put on my knees. (x2)
 
We said goodbye only with words,
I died a hundred times.
You turn to him
and I come back to both.
 
And I will not stand on my knees.
And I've already put on my knees. (x2)
 
You make yourself look as if you were thinking, but you know what you are doing very well.
Oh, you're great! And you know very well what you do!
You're worth a lot! And you know very well what you do!
You are great! And you always know what the next step is.