World Without Logos

Acto II

The Well

Más cosas del baul del fúturo... esta canción trata sobre "Crónica del pajaro que da cuerda al mundo" de Haruki Murakami... aun puede cambiar... pero pues prácticamente algo así habrá de quedar

The Well

Hear the crick crack

Find the missing cat

Talk to superpowered woman

To The Laundry then back

Hear the ringing phone

I wish it was your voice

But it's some old man

talking about war

Going back and forth

teenage girls neighbors

random people in the streets

A letter of yours

I want you to come

I can't burn your stuff

Even if you say

you want me no more

I try to find you again

So I'm lying down in this old well

My bat in hand, Marks on my face

But I just want to touch your hands

and if I do and if I do

I'll wait always for you

No Matter what It takes

I will return to this old well

So I can go back to that hotel

to rescue you in that same room

the room the room

the room In where you slept

Search for My lost love

I met A dream whore

who has been abused by

Evil Brother In Law

Nutmeg, Cinnamon

His Fast Connection

bring down his firewalls

So I can chat with you

I try to find you again

So I'm lying down in this old well

My bat in hand, Marks on my face

But I just want to touch your hands

and if I do and if I do

I'll wait always for you

No Matter what It takes

I will return to this old well

So I can go back to that hotel

to rescue you in that same room

the room the room

the room In where you slept

the fear the fear a dangerous place

the shadows roam but my bat swings

I run with you, I run with you

Now I can close the well

I can go back to you again

this endless quest has come to an end

you are your old self, your brother's dead

but you're to blame you're to blame

While you're in jail I'll wait

For you Always I'll wait

Acto/Cambios de Frecuencia

Una nueva canción que aún no tiene título definitivo... por ahora podría ser cualquiera de los dos

Déjame entrar

hasta el fondo de tus sabanas

Quiero Ignorar

esos gritos de clemencia

Juego de Azar

La respuesta de tus celulas

Déjame Entrar

y hacer acto de presencia

Cuanta inocencia

y así te quedas

Déjame entrar

tantas veces como quiera

Quiero impregnar

La locura de mis hábitos

Cuanta impaciencia

y hablamos de más

Cuanta indecencia

y pedimos por más