Future Mixtape For The Art Kids

Mi inspiración es efímera, llega de momento,

Escribo 2-3 versos y desaparece por completo.

Ideas sin realizar, mentes sin alumbrar,

Palabras incompletas, canciones sin una métrica.

Oh mi corazón cobarde, oh mi corazón sin sangre,

Solo espero que no sea muy tarde para emprender el viaje de nunca jamás.

No estoy solo, la soledad me acompaña,

Mucho menos sobrio, el mal de amores emborracha mi alma.

Sabor amargo de tu partida, deseoso canto de lo que es mi vida,

Colores nuevos en mi retina, a los falsos amores les doy la despedida.

Oh mi corazón demente, oh mi corazón valiente,

"What's the drive in being alive when you don't know who you are?

What's the fun in getting drunk if you can't take it too far?

Yeah my friends are saying,

I've been wasting all my weekends contemplating,

If it's me or the booze that really gets wasted?

I don't even taste it,

When I'm throwing back shots as if its a race then,

Quickly chase them".

I'll grow up next summer,

I'm back on that girl I quit,

I should've lost her number".

Como a veces perdemos el paso, durmiendo al raso, creyendo en la nada, al rebaño de los bien pensantes ciertos cantantes le dan arcadas.

Atribula la tribu de enfrente, tan consecuente con su ignorancia, tan monótona, tan desabrida, tan mal cosida, tan sin sustancia.

Los burócratas no se divierten, todo lo invierten en purgatorios, la moción que descarta la duda más que autoayuda huele a velorio.

Los atados a falsos amores se hacen mayores pero no crecen, mercederes de su propio sombra si uno los nombra, se desvanecen".

No home of my own, no child, no wife

Every kind of error and all kinds of strife,

Days lived in a trance.

People that I've hurt, more than a few

I told a lot of lies 'stead of what was true,

Always left the real for the slick and new romance,

Still, I'm gonna dance.

Looking through the pages of my past regrets,

All the days and weeks I wish I could forget,

Feeling a disaster but at least well-dressed,

I always wore the pants.

Moments I was happy, though I can't deny

Burned a lot of bridges and I don't know why,

Gotta face the music, 'cause it might be my last chance,

No choice but to dance".

BY WALT WHITMAN

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,

Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,

Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,

Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,

Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,

The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

                                       Answer.

That you are here—that life exists and identity,

"Cold beer, hot lights

My sweet romantic teenage nights".

"Oh that boy's no different today

Except in every single way".

Esa mezcla rara de nostalgia y apatía,

No está tan mal estar a la deriva,

Hay algo del vacío que cautiva".

Catch me, I'm the one on the run away from the headlights.

No sleep, up all week wasting time with people I don't like.

I think something's fucking wrong with me.

Drown myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all.

I might say some stupid things tonight when you pick up this call.

I've been hearing silence on the other side for way too long.

I can taste it on my tongue, I can tell that something's wrong".

"Well I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back".

And all the castles in the sky,

For every word I'll ever need,

And all my friends about to leave.

For all the time I fell in love,

And when my love was not enough,

And for the future I don't see,

Just let it come down over me".

We'll travel south cross land,

Put out the fire,

And don't look past my shoulder,

The exodus is here,

The happy ones are near,

Let's get together, before we get much older".