Malandrómeda - VHS do futuro

VHS do Futuro é a cuarta pista de "Os corenta e oito nomes do inimigo", o novo disco de Malandrómeda editado por Matapadre o 26 de febreiro de 2016. Realizado por Música Prepost.
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VHS do Futuro es la cuarta pista de "Os corenta e oito nomes do inimigo", el nuevo disco de Malandrómeda que editado por Matapadre el 26 de febrero de 2016. Realizado por Música Prepost.
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Future’s VHS
The empty bottles of whiskey
by a corner of the bedroom
by the side of a wet mattress
covered with a quilt,
old and filthy;
he who is sleeping
with the body covered in bruises,
who doesn’t even know what he did,
and the rotting leftovers,
make this scene, this still life
of shit, of filth, of disillusion,
this image of
Future looser who’s in the inside
who can’t be seen because is being baked
And little by little munches your talent,
poisoning your thoughts.
And it grows, and grows, and grows.
And it doesn’t come out, come out, come out.
His face reddened and swollen,
the open pores and the broken teeth
bright eyes staring nothing [ahead, feelings milling machine!]
The dry blood on his snout
is the first taste of the day
and as he savors it he wonders what the next blow would be like.
Shitty poet!
When silence makes you shake your noggin
Everyone is his own anaesthetist doctor
And it grows, and grows.
Future looser who’s in the inside
who can’t be seen because is being baked
And little by little munches your talent,
poisoning your thoughts.
And it grows, and grows, and grows.
And it doesn’t come out, come out, come out.
Tomorrow never comes because it is always tomorrow
and the closet keeps the reserve of cognac
the door will never open because
no one knocks where one ought not knock.
That forgotten box under the bed
keeps buried another life
a past before spitting up,
drowned by a midget routine;
he doesn’t want health nor looks for the way out,
he became fed up with all and stood by the drink
time goes slowly and pokes the wound
and there is no punishment he does not receive.
Future looser who’s in the inside
who can’t be seen because is being baked
And little by little munches your talent,
poisoning your thoughts.
And it grows, and grows, and grows.
And it doesn’t come out, come out, come out.

Esta peza ten algo de hipnótico, vai a mais, e vai a mais....

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