La cosa

La cosa está muy mal
Que mal está la cosa
El niño sin pañal
La suegra sin bozal
La cosa está muy mal
Que mal está la cosa
No hay yates para él
No hay saunas para ella
Es el final del cuento
El descontento sin final

La cosa fue hermosa
Que viciosa fue la cosa
Ahora está encamada
Algunos dicen que ya embalsamada
Todo sabe a nada
Y la nada come de todo

La cosa está tan mal
Que hasta las palomas se van
Tan mal la cosa está
Que las voces empiezan a temblar
El señor ya no es tan señorial
Ni el conde tan condal
E incluso algunos dicen
Que algo pasará

Donde firmar
Con quién negociar
Vendrá un vendaval
O solo otro triste ritual

La cosa fue hermosa
Que viciosa fue la cosa
Ahora está encamada
Algunos dicen que ya embalsamada
Todo sabe a nada
Y la nada come de todo

Qué más dará
Cantaremos igual
Hasta el final y más allá
Hasta el final y más allá

La espuma de los dias

Feria de la marabunta

Arrasa con todo 

Danza sin piernas

Al sol que más calienta

Se enciende el niño

Se frie el abuelo

La radio hace la guerra

La playa declara el amor

Y las chicas de plata

Solo escuchan a los chicos sin voz

Concédeme este baño

Aunque sea el último 

Nunca te haré daño

Nunca te haré daño

Nunca te haré daño

¿Nunca te haré daño?

Lo viste venir

Pero te gusta fingir

Fingir sin fin

Fingir sin fin

Las gaviotas se acuestan

Pasión a la hoguera

Quien es él quien es ella

Las sonrisas de agosto  

Macerarán las lágrimas de septiembre

Llegan las porras

Cantan las sirenas

Se acaba el cuento

Señor Dolor

Sentado en la puerta de un bar
En los brazos del esperpento
Que forma de malgastar
Tu talento para el lamento
Tanto niño bien dando de si
El traje de señor triste
Mientras tu juegas al escondite
Contigo y tu reflejo
Inhalando hiel
Proyectando otro complejo
Honda elegía sin crescendo final

Juntapalabras vuelve al verso
La prosa te matará
Juntapalabras no te pierdas
En las sombras del desván
La mente lluviosa
Nunca amainará

Sin sintaxis
Solo destellos
Sin caminos
Todo vacios
Juntapalabras vuelve a cantar
Canciones de olvidar

No podemos esperar
No sabemos claudicar
Vuelve y enseñanos
Donde resbalar
Vuelve y desvelanos
Como errar

Juntapalabras usa tu tinta
Calma la tormenta
Juntapalabras gritale al sol
Que ilumine el dolor
El ojo tuerto
Algún día verá

Ode to the tube

Arms crashing
Breaths wrestling
I'd kill for a sit
Lord save us
Won't be today
I've lost all my faith
There's nothing
That I can do
But sing

Mind the gap
Between your head
And your heart
You might fall
Into the hollow part

Oh bitter dame
Please don't stare at me
Oh sweet nymph
Please don't run so quick

German groups
Arrive in troops
So great to be hugged
Kiddies' elbows
Daddies' stamps
It's a family thing
There's nothing
That I can do
But sing

Mind the gap
Between the dream
And the truth
There's no worse collapse
Than when the air castle falls

So lonesome I could call a friend

Mountains of solitude are full
Some wish to stay
Most wish to go
Birds don't chant any more
They can't see any audience
There were people you used to call friends
That made you feel like a beggar
A joyful hermit once told me
That when you have no one
No one can harm you
But you rather lose your sight
Than stay on your own tonight

You're only lonely
And I'll let you know
You're down in a hole
And I'll show you how

Take my hand and climb
Climb til the peak of yourself
The hawks are waiting
To bring you where you belong
They're all missing you
In a way you'd never reckon
'Cause you're blue
And you're blind
But every sighted one
Would tell you that

You're only lonely
And that's ok
You're lost in the shade
But one day you'll see

When you'd become you
You won't need
You won't bleed
And merry will no longer be
A state run by two

Ode to the Hoot

Trembling floors
Rock-steady beats
Now are our heartbeats
Thick green air
Psychotic laughs
Drag through the walls
Elusive balcony
Effusive stars
Wait to hear
Our silly wishes

But the most unlikely place
To call home
Is the only one
Felt as if it were

Ogres and princesses
Souls made of dawn
Minds made of dusk
Birds against planes
Us against everyone else
And the oven groans and threatens
One day you're all gonna blow

But even if it all disappears
It'll remain the most unlikely place
To call home
And the only one
Felt as if it were

We begged for weapons
We prayed for peace
Sweated sins in the cave of lust
We ran in the light
We flew within the dark
Jumped borders for the shake of it

Just to conclude
That the most unlikely place
To call home
Is the only one
Felt as if it were

In the attic of my brain
That's where we are
Chilling out from sun to sun
Sharing thoughts and exhaling grins
Rolling dreams and cracking tins
With the moon above
And the loons below
All by the hand
In the attic of my brain

Spotless mud

You're so clean
The cleanest being I've ever seen
But no soap will clean the deep stains
No water will clear the mist in your bay

You keep on trying
Always the wrong way
You're so clean
And smell so bad

Having fun in Miracleland
Scoring god's gift to man
Everyone hears you laughing
Only you can hear the funeral march

You keep on trying
On your silly ways
You're so clean
And smell so bad

Seeing the stain
In your brother's eyes
Before realizing
That you are drowning in mud

Now you're lost
Lost in your mind
Washing away the dirt
Hiding the pain beneath

All in vain
All in vain

Quick grounds

Landed in the city
Sunburned head
Self-starved heart
Tired of lakes and birds
Keen on girls and boys

Feet on the ground
Lost and never found?
Asphalt runners on the chase
Do you wanna join the race?
Skies cry, cars moan
I just want to melt away

A young fella
Into an old game
Knocked many doors
Heard few steps
Four walls got me in
One window tempted me out

Please mama take me home
Where the lake water cleans
And the bird's singing heals
I'll never be so bad
New daddy can relax
But please mama take me home

Our anchor's not made to settle
Our eyes not set to guide
Maps were born to confuse
Shall we look back?
Shall we bury the axe?

Well we don't care
Neither seeing the beginning nor the end
We're enjoying the ride
We're beating the tide

Walk the mines
Mock at the lines
Destroy to rebuild
Rebuild to don't last
And I laugh, I laugh, I laugh