Cymbals Eat Guitars - Definite Darkness

Lo que tiene no alcanzar a soñar en ingles, es que cuando una relajada mañana te descubres en la cocina tarareando aquella canción y dices que buena. Sólo entonces pones atención, te esfuerzas, intuyes, pero nada; así que buscas la letra y la traduces como puedes; es en aquel momento cuando te encuentras con esta historia de realidades y poesía, una balada cruel que te habla sobre el miedo, sobre la tensión que provoca de vivir en una gran ciudad, sobre la angustia de la soledad del individuo frente a un millón de desconocidos.

Poéticamente gráficos, los versos del vocalista; suaves y brutales, las guitarras; dinámica y exacta, la sección rítmica; pinceles, líneas y colores que ilustran su personal versión de “El Grito” de Much. Con sutileza primero y después fuerza, Cymbals Eat Guitars gritan al mundo en medio de la oscuridad definitiva.

 

Definite Darkness

                    Go to the world of guilt and sorrow for the races

                    tonight where the boats go cutting through undulating mirror images

                        of incandescent spires

                    the roads there are parabolas with nameless water towers near the exits

                    you could turn it all on end still wouldn't be taller than the biotic arch at the crown

                        of creation

                    well there are people who put dirty hypodermic needles

                    between the seat cushions in the movie theater

                    we all have the same dream the night that we contract it

                    so maybe I've been sleeping less at your place since a man's last panicked screams

                        startled us awake

                    we're paralyzed 'til the cop cars arrive

                    casting slow-spinning mobiles on your ceiling three colors we watch the frozen moon

                    in daylight I stare past your eyes' lenses windows framing solar wind rustling ivy
                        on the painted pink buildings

                    I've been hearing the soft step of the gray-eyed governess

                    but I know you know the physical form of moaning alarms coming from the air
                        force base

                    a skinless and sinewy leviathan all terrible contraction and release

                    debasement ringed in banner plane exhaust and scattering v's of geese

                    someday my body's gonna fail me

                    then prostrate maybe in my back yard

                    with my family's screams muted by the pounding rush

                    the high shrinking sun will be eclipsed

                    by heaving rainbows of flesh

                    a chrysalis of tissues from thinning air

                    so my eyes will be wide open 'cause there's no light

                    just one definite darkness the taste is unmistakable like a fever breaking