In the bottom of everything

So there was this woman
And she was , uh, on an airplane
And she was flying to meet her fiancé
Sailing high above the largest ocean on
The, the planet earth.
And she was seated next to this man.
Who, ya know? She had tried to start
Conversations, the only, really the only thing she
Had heard him say is to order his bloody marry
And, and she’s sitting there and she’s reading
This really arduous magazine article about a 3rd world
Country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of.
She’s feeling; very bored and very despondent and;
And then uh, suddenly there was this huge mechanical
Failure and one of the engines gave out. And they just
Started falling, thirty thousand feet, the uh, pilot’s
On the microphone and he’s saying: “im sorry im sorry . Oh my god”
And apologizing and she looks at the man and says [guitar starts]
“where are we going?” and uh he looks at her and he says
“we’re going to a party, it’s a birthday party, its your birthday party.
Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.”
And then uh, he starts humming this little tune, and it kinda goes like this
Uh 1, 2, uh 1 2 3 4

we must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
we must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read
and in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
we must stare, we must stare, we must stare

we must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
and in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
we must sing, we must sing, we must sing

and it'll go like this:

while my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
he says death will give us back to god just like setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean

and then they splashed into the deep blue sea
oh it was a wonderful splash

we must blend into the choir, singing static with the whole
you must memorize my numbers and deny we have a soul
and in endless race from property and privilege to be won
we must run, we must run, we must run

we must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
me must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
and in the caverns of tomorrow with only our flashlights and our love
we must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge

and then when we get down there,
way down to the very bottom of
everything and then we'll see it
oh we'll see we'll see it we'll see it-

all my morning is coming fast
the whole world is waking up
of the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I've found out I am really no one

THIS IS THE NEXT CENTURY
WHERE THE UNIVERSAL´S FREE
YOU CAN FIND IT ANYWHERE
YES,THE FUTURE´S BEEN SOLD

EVERY NIGHT WE´RE GONE
AND TO KARAOKE SONGS
HOW WE LIKE TO SING ALONG
´THOUGH THE WORDS ARE WRONG

IT REALLY REALLY REALLY COULD HAPPEN
YES IT REALLY REALLY REALLY COULD HAPPEN
WHEN THE DAYS THEY SEEM TO FALL THROUGH YOU
WELL JUST LET THEM GO

NO ONE HERE IS ALONE
SATELLITE´S IN EVERY HOME
YES THE UNIVERSAL´S HERE
HERE FOR EVERYONE

EVERY PAPER THAT YOU READ
SAY TOMORROW´S YOUR LUCKY DAY
WELL HERE´S YOUR LUCKY DAY

IT REALLY REALLY REALLY COULD HAPPEN
YES IT REALLY REALLY REALLY COULD HAPPEN
WHEN THE DAYS THEY SEEM TO FALL THROUGH YOU
WELL JUST LET THEM GO

WELL IT REALLY REALLY REALLY COULD HAPPEN
YES IT REALLY REALLY REALLY COULD HAPPEN
WHEN THE DAYS THEY SEEM TO FALL THROUGH YOU
WELL JUST LET THEM GO

JUST LET THEM GO
JUST LET THEM GO

NO ESCRIBA UN LIBRO
NO TENGA UN HIJO
ESCRIBA UN HIJO

LOS ARBOLES SON BUENOS TIPOS DESDE QUE NACEN, LOS HIJOS ES MUY TEMPRANO PARA DARNOS CUENTA.


BY ENRIQUE SYMMS

VINTAGE CLOTHES

Don't live in the past
Don't hold onto something that's changing fast

What we are is what we are
And what we wear is vintage clothes

Vintage clothes
Vintage clothes

We jump for joy
Who cares if we look like a girl or boy

What we are is what we are
And what we wear is vintage clothes

Vintage clothes
Vintage clothes

A little worn
A little torn
Check the rack
What went out is coming back

Don't live in the past
Don't hold onto something that's changing fast

What we are is what we are
And what we wear is vintage clothes

Vintage clothes

A little worn
A little torn
Check the rack
What went out is coming back

HAY ALGO QUE ESTA QUEMANDO....

SI HAY ALGO QUE ESTA QUEMANDO, AHI EN LO PROFUNDO. HAY UNA CHISPA QUE ESTA VOLVIENDO, Y CUANDO LLEGUE, DIOS NOS SALVE, MEJOR DICHO DIOS "LOS" SALVE. LA CHISPA ES TAN SOLO UNA PUNTA, PERO ESO YA ES ALGO. NO ME MUEVO CON INDICIOS, NO LEO ENTRELÍNEAS. ES TAN SOLO ALGO QUE SE VA AGRANDANDO, RUMORES ADENTRO DE UNO, VOCES QUE DICEN QUE NO ES EL MOMENTO, PERO MÁS VOCES QUE DICEN QUE SI. UNO NO PUEDE CORTARSE LAS PIERNAS. TAL VEZ, TODO VOLVERÁ A SER COMO FUE. TAL VEZ NO, TAL VEZ SEA MUCHO MEJOR. POR AHI ME LO TENGO QUE CALLAR, POR AHI NO. HAY SIGNOS INEQUÍVOCOS, ALGUNAS COSAS VAN CAMBIANDO Y UNO VA CAMBIANDO CON ELLAS. LA CHISPA ADECUADA QUEMA. Y SOLO HAY UNA FORMA DE APAGARLA.

JUSTICIA AL ARCHIENEMIGO!!

BUENAS TARDES AMIGOS. SI HAY UNA SITUACIÓN RECURRENTE EN LA VIDA DE LOS SERES HUMANOS ES LA FASCINACIÓN POR LOS PERSONAJES DE ACCIÓN DE PELÍCULAS E HISTORIETAS. FASCINACIÓN QUE NOS LLEVA MUCHAS VECES A IMAGINAR QUE NOSOTROS SOMOS DICHOS HEROES Y TENEMOS QUE LUCHAR PARA SALVAR EL MUNDO Y EN CONSECUENCIA QUEDARNOS CON LA CHICA LINDA.
EL VIERNES PASADO LE ENCONTRE UNA VUELTA DE TUERCA AL ASUNTO: ¿QUE PASARIA SI NOS METIERAMOS EN LA PIEL DE ENEMIGO, EL MALO?. QUIERO DEJAR EN CLARO QUE NO SOY UN FANÁTICO DE LOS SUPERHEROES, NO SOY DE LOS QUE MANTIENEN CHARLAS CITANDO NUMEROS DE EJEMPLARES Y PÁGINAS, SENCILLAMENTE VEO ESAS PELÍCULAS PORQUE ME ENTRETIENEN Y, SI ADIVINARON, GENERALMENTE HAY CHICAS LINDAS. LA PELÍCULA ERA DAREDEVIL, PELÍCULA CON UN ARGUMENTO MUY CHIQUITO, TÍPICA HISTORIA DE VENGANZA EN LA QUE NO SE PUEDE BUSCAR MÁS QUE ESO. EL ARCHIENEMIGO EN CUESTION ES KINGPIN, UN MILLONARIO SIN ESCRÚPULOS, LÍDER DE UNA ORGANIZACIÓN CRIMINAL INMENSA QUE GOZA DE UN PODER TAL QUE LE PERMITE SER UN ENIGMA PARA TODA LA POBLACIÓN DE MANHATTAN. KIN PIN ES INTERPRETADO POR MICHAEL CLARKE DUNCAN (JOHN COFEE EN "MILAGROS INESPERADOS"). DECIDÍ METERME EN LA PIEL DE KINGPIN EN LA ÚLTIMA ESCENA DE "DAREDEVIL", LA ESCENA DE LA LUCHA FINAL. A PARTIR DE AHORA LES RELATO EL SUCESO EN PRIMERA PERSONA COMO CORRESPONDE.
"HOLA, SOY KINGPIN, SOY UN MILLONARIO SIN ESCRÚPULOS, LÍDER DE UNA ORGANIZACIÓN CRIMINAL INMENSA QUE GOZA DE UN PODER TAL QUE ME PERMITE SER UN ENIGMA PARA TODA LA POBLACIÓN DE MANHATTAN. MI ENEMIGO, DAREDEVIL, HA DERROTADO A BULLSEYE, EL DE SWAT, Y YA VIENE POR MI. LA LUCHA FINAL SE ACERCA, SE QUE NO VA A SER FÁCIL PERO LO DERROTARÉ. ME SACARÉ EL SACO,Y QUEDARE CÓMODO PARA EL COMBATE.... !UN MOMENTO!, OIGO SUS PASOS, SE ESTA ACERCANDO, ESTA DETRÁS MIO, POR FIN ME PODRE DAR VUELTA Y LO MIRARE A LA CARA....AHI VOY....!UY PARA!...JAJAJAJAJJA....¿ESTO ES UNA JODA?....¿QUE HACE ESTE TIPO CON MALLITA DE PLÁSTICO Y CUERNITOS?.....¿ES UNA DE LAS DIABLITAS DEL ROJO?.....YO ME ESPERABA UN TIPO MUSCULOSO, VESTIDO DE CUERO, DE NEGRO, Y ME ENCUENTRO CON ESTO!!!....JAJAJAJAJAJAJJA....DEJATE DE JODER BEN AFLECK, ANDA A HACER EL CASTING CON CHESPIRITO, SI SOS IGUAL AL CHAPULIN COLORADO"

AHI ME DI CUENTA (YO, GABRIEL) QUE NO ES SERIO, QUE A LOS ARCHIENEMIGOS SE LOS TOMA PARA EL CAÑETE, SE LOS SUBSTIMA. MENTES BRILLANTES (CASO LEX LUTHOR, EL GUASÓN, EL ACERTIJO, LA MAYORIA BAH), MONSTRUOS GIGANTES (DOOMSDAY) DEBEN ENFRENTARSE A "HEROES" CON MALLITA Y ANTIFAZ. Y NI HABLAR DEL BATMAN Y ROBIN DE ADAM WEST Y BURT WARD BAILANDO MÚSICA DISCO AL FINAL DE CADA CAPÍTULO. ¿ES TAN BOLUDO BEN AFFLECK QUE PENSO QUE IBA A VENCER AL ENORME NEGRO DE "MILAGROS INESPERADOS" CON UN BASTONCITO?. HUBO UNA COMETA AHI ME PARECE, OTRA QUE TIGRE Y CHICAGO......

VAYA ENTONCES ESTE PEQUEÑO HOMENAJE AL GENIAL LEX LUTHOR, AL MAQUIAVELICO GUASÓN, QUE SE DEBEN CONTENTAR DÍA A DÍA CON LUCHAR CON ENEMIGOS A LOS QUE PUEDEN VENCER TAN SOLO CON UNA PIEDRITA VERDE O CON UNA CALESITA (SI BATMAN, YO VI ESE CAPÍTULO).

STAN LI