La Puñalada- El último tango en Oslo

Esta vez te equivocaste
al pensar que al amor ciega
En tu delirio creiste
poder fingir ser leal


Ya no importa, ha terminado
Si fue nuestro, ya no existe
el cuchillo fue clavado
la puñalada fatal

War Cry

White Man standing on stolen land

Wrong Man extending his devious hand

Corrupt man is proud of his home built on violence,

he commits his crimes in cautious silence

If you don't submit he will scalp your head

and the only good "Indian" is the one that's dead

he's so full of wrong, never cared about rights

he wins all his wars in unfair fights

Like criminal Custer, he'll too meet his day

and it want just be Indians thal'll blow him away

He has his own god, it is his alone

He'll kill everybody to make him the one

So Christian and pure, he's so full of lies

Destroys all that's real, crucified his own Christ

You thought you were better, you son of a bitch,

But your culture now crumbles, you've digged your own ditch

Your Imperial power close to collapse

Any day now you'll pay your debt with the past

Like criminal Custer, you'll too meet your day

and it wont just be Indians thal'll blow you away

Comrade Geronimo and his Warriors-1886

Adrián Boutureira

Houston-1984 

After the Fall

(These lyrics put to song here) 

 Why do the bells toll, daddy?

For humanity, for the triumph of democracy. The Cold War is finally over. Now we can all be free…

Free…

To buy anything we want, and to feel inadequate when we can’t even afford to buy the things we need.

Free…

to compromise our human dignity just so that we can get a miserable minimum wage job at a dehumanizing fast food labor camp;

Free…

to lose good union jobs as greedy corporations outsource to the global South where they can pollute the environment and exploit workers easier than ever.

But daddy, aren’t we free, I feel free…

Free…

to be searched without a warrant, arrested on suspicion, judged and punished on the spot by psycho robocops with a vengeance.

Free…

to not be able to afford a decent place to live thanks to crafty real estate speculators who take over our inner city neighborhoods so they can build luxury condominiums for upper mobile yuppie hordes.

Free…

to be controlled by a media answering to corporate interests.

But daddy I am free, we are all now free…

Free…

to participate in the democratic process if you can afford to buy into it, or if you don’t get shot, co-opted or locked up while trying.

Free...

to get indoctrinated into submission at a decaying public school where you can graduate without knowing how to read or write, set free from there, of course, to attend the mediocre institution of higher learning of your choice, where you can learn any number of corporate surrogate professions that teach you how to maximize your ability to squeeze a living out of one another’s needs, pains, desires and fears…

But Daddy I AM FREE!!!

Free…

to be drowned in a sea of mindless sedating entertainment where one is constantly humiliated and degraded by crude stereotypes or made to feel inept by cocaine realities fabricated by corporate whores around a Hollywood pool party…

Free…

to self-destruct as we seek answers to a human condition which seems to no longer exist…

Free…

to grow old without dignity, scavenged upon by TV evangelists, who, for a considerable piece of your dog food budget social security check will intervene in your behalf with GOD himself in at least twenty known languages and four or five unknown ones

Free…

to join the new order or face the consequences,

Oppress, or be oppress,

Join the new order or face the consequences,

Oppress, or be oppress,

free at last,

free at last.

 free at last.

Oppress, or be oppressed.

Adrián Boutureira-Austin 1996

Watched it go by

Seems insane that all you’ve done is to sit and stare.

Always wanted to take a chance, but you never dared.

Then you blinked a second too long, now your thirty five,

And all you’ve been doing, is to watch it go by

Any Lost Lover

                 I

I am trapped inside my darkness

Rusty sword stuck in my back

Numb and cold I watch my blood

dripping down a hollow crack

I try to crawl in after it

but get lost inside my mind

So much of once gave me life

is now impossible to find

               II

And I cant avoid the nightmare

‘cause I alone held the dream

The soft voices of her tale

have become a killing scream

Lenin's Lullaby

Run now child, don't you stop
you have to find a place to hide
Run like fire, dont look back
you know they've turned your skies from blue to black

Workers' tale has come and gone
Red flags turned to dollar bills
Against the wall, he stands alone
October dreams are now his only home

Hush now child, don't you cry
some say the tale is not over yet
as long as someone is there to say,
remember barricades,
remember barricades,
Paris in May in 1968,
some other day...Moscow in May
 

Adrián Boutureira-1993


To hear these lyrics in a song click here

Frustration

I remember when I wondered why

And how I wish I could’ve fly

Deep into the eternal skies

Above

I had looked deep into my eyes

And I tried to rid myself of lies

Thinking I could lead a life of truth

And love

But nothing ever got done at all

The world did not agree with me at all

I never doubted I would win

Never worried about those in-betweens

All the failures I had always seen

Just would not matter

Always felt I would make it there

To that place where all is good and fair

But soon enough I learned my share

Of evil

And nothing ever got done at all

The world would not agree with me at all

Frustrated I began to see

My ideas being shot in from of me

Being buried with all that’s meant to be

But ain’t

Now my awareness has turned to rust

As I keep trying not to get lost

I am choking in the bitter dust

Of struggle

And nothing ever got done at all

This dying world would not agree with me at all

Adrian Boutureira 1982

To hear these lyrics in a song:
http://www.tindeck.com/album/hmydq

Mercenario

Soy un mercenario, 
peligro y soledad.

Ya no creo en nada, 
ni en patria ni amistad.

Mi mejor amigo 
es solo el arma mortal,

y cuando

Ciudad Puta

Ciudad puta, delirando.

Estoy perdido en tu prisión.

Las paredes apretando,

demandando sumisión.

Calle triste, muerto árbol,

cable de alta tensión.

No se cómo, donde o cuando,

he perdido la razón.

Heard some call it city living,

Raise the Veil

Body worship trying to sell me                                                             
I'm not buying the lies you tell me
Look quite good, but it's all rotten
once was human, now forgotten

You are burning your desire

in consumer madness' fire

Underneath the hot disguise
melted minds show frozen eyes

 

Radioactive, lifeless ocean

oil tankers, sickness motion

Plenty of money spent on bombs

Not enough on saving farms

 

                                                                                                                               

                                                                                                                             Global North needs it all
 Global South takes the fall

Pay loan interests chopping forests

twisted business, deadly honest

 Raise the Veil, Raise the veil

Take a good look without fear

Raise the veil, Raise the veil

The life we bought is not real

Don't run from what you see for only truth sets us free

hypocrisy and lies is where humanity dies

Adrian Boutureira- 1996

Hear these lyrics in a song:
http://www.tindeck.com/album/hmydq

Knights of the Burning Flesh

In quest                                                           

of unholy fire

Through fields

of death and disease

We charge,

 against the age of fear

We penetrate,

 our bodies our swords

We’re the knights of the burning flesh
We're the Knights

We climb the gates

 of cursed desire

To find the warmth

 inside damp walls’

To drink

from the fountain of their youth

And taste the petals

 of a pulsating rose

We’re the knights of the burning flesh
We're the knights

We smash the walls

 of all illusion

To expose the beast

that dwells inside

To ride its back

into submission

And escape the claw

 of its enslaving misery

We’re the knights of the burning flesh
We're the knights



Adrian Boutureira- 1995

Hear these lyrics to music:
 http://www.tindeck.com/album/hmydq

Desert Dreams

Miles of footprints left behind across the sand
blending perfectly with the trailing memories of a lover's soft skin.

Mixed shades of brown,

is it a face or a place?

Afternoon lost in scents of sage and her sex.

Desert altar of rock and flesh,

of air and breath,

of lack of water and dripping sweat.

A relentless vision at the edge of a precipice

filled with the pounding pulse and the force of all that is around me.

A dangerous hunger 
for the petals of a delicate desert flower to be pressed against my dry lips.

Sun bleeding tired rays of fire across the landscape

bathing her distant nakedness in which I wish to drown.

Evening breeze across my dreaming face,

half moon rising motions me to also resurface.

Slowly, slowly 
I awake
Again, self aware.

Adrian Boutureira- Arizina, 1993

This poem was put to music:
http://www.tindeck.com/listen/jecy

So Far Away, So Long

I chase my shadow as it keeps moving away

The light shifted again, I wish I could’ve stayed

The wind keeps calling, I hear voices that collide

What is this freedom worth, without you by my side

There’s so much darkness, the path get hard to see

Where are you now my witch, to light my destiny?

From every cut the same refrain

I thought our love was free, but now it’s paid in pain

In lonesome search, my thoughts come to the edge

I seek your memory to bleed another page

And this perpetual rain, I don’t care if it ends

Through barren fields of gray, it’s remained my faithful friend

When all our passion is locked and chained

I thought our love was free, but now it’s paid in pain

Adrian Boutureira
1987- Fiobre, Galicia

Was it Worth it?

Tired hands grab your pay,

hard earned cash to numb your brain.

Expensive leak, master's lick.

Fruitless labor. Ease you pain..

Dream of wealth you can’t have,

Plastic card to buy it all.

Live beyond all your dreams,

pAwn your future at the mall.

Wannabe bourgeoisie,

but don't make enough to pay.

Needs to find one more job,

needs to mortgage one more day.

Mercenario

Soy un mercenario, 
peligro y soledad.

Ya no creo en nada, 
ni en patria ni amistad.

Mi mejor amigo 
es solo el arma mortal,

y cuando