My cherie amour, lovely as a summer day
My cherie amour, distant as the milky way
My cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore
You're the only girl my heart beats for
How I wish that you were mine

In a cafe or sometimes on a crowded street
I've been near you, but you never noticed me
My cherie amour, won't you tell me how could you ignore
That behind that little smile I wore
How I wish that you were mine

Maybe someday, you'll see my face among the crowd
Maybe someday, I'll share your little distant cloud
Oh, cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore
You're the only girl my heart beats for
How I wish that you were mine

Now I know "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York city

Until you've seen these trash can dreams come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you, mm

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "good morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky but they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark out side or light

This Broadway's got, its got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in, oh and
I go my way alone, grow my own
My own seeds shall be sown in New York city
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown

And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found, oh

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "good morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark out side or light

And now I know "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words to say, hmm
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York city

Until you've seen these trash can dreams come true and
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you, yeah
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you, oh

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "good morning" to the night
Well unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
They know not if it's dark outside or light

Arctic Monkeys con su "Suck it and see" es lo mejor en rock (o sea, con el feelin' de la vieja escuela) que he escuchado este 2011. Se siente bacán ver a las bandas nuevas de la década pasada, y saber que ahora son quienes mandan.

Ni un juego ni un ensayo

Durante los años del “boom” de la novela latinoamericana, los chilenos solían reprochar su notable ausencia en el grupo mayor. Ya que Julio Cortázar, Gabriel García Márquez, Mario Vargas Llosa y Carlos Fuentes, al parecer se sentían completos.

Décadas después, en 1998, la novela “Los detectives salvajes” era distinguida con el Premio Herralde, y al año siguiente con el Rómulo Gallegos. Esto, sumado a los elevados índices de lectoría (sobretodo universitaria), otorgó a la obra el nivel de “generacional” o “de culto”, situando al chileno Roberto Bolaño como el referente literario transgresor contemporáneo.

Lamentablemente, la fortuna le duró poco. El 15 de julio del 2003 Bolaño fallecía debido a una insuficiencia hepática, dejando inacabada su obra maestra “2666”. Un libro a la usanza decimonónica de más de mil cien páginas, compuesto por cinco novelas, que el autor pidió a su editor publicase por partes, pensando en los dos hijos que dejaba.

Entonces el carácter legendario que Bolaño ya ostentaba (siendo incluso convertido en personaje de varias novelas) no hizo sino aumentar, llevando a que sus libros sean vendidos a exagerados pero merecidos precios, lo cual ha dificultado hasta su piratería. Pese a todo, “La estrella distante” se erigió como otra de sus novelas más populares, gracias a la web de algún fanático nostálgico donde podía descargarse gratis en formato pdf.

Las personas que hayan leído estas tres novelas de manera consecutiva (como seguramente ha sido el camino de algunos pobres desquiciados) saben que han podido vislumbrar, aunque sea de lejos, la frontera entre el goce, el miedo y el asco. Todo desde la visión de un escritor para quien el ejercicio de la literatura no era un juego ni un ensayo, sino una batalla triste, de la que sabía saldría perdiendo.

Hoy a partir de las siete de la noche en el Salón Dadá de la Plazuela del Recreo, quien escribe acompañará al poeta Jorge Hurtado en “Roberto Bolaño: El último salvaje”. Será un conversatorio sobre la vida y obra de este autor, al conmemorarse ocho años de su desaparición. El ingreso es completamente libre.

She's thunderstorms
Lying on her front
Up against the wall
She's thunderstorms

I've been feeling foolish
You should try it
She came unsubstituted the peace and quiet
For acrobatic blood flow concertina
Cheating heartbeat, rapid fire

She's thunderstorms
Lying on her front
Up against the wall
She's thunderstorms

Here is your host
Sounds as if she's pulling close
When the heat starts growing horns
She's thunderstorms

She's been loop-the-looping around my mind
Her motorcycle boots give me this kind of
Acrobatic blood concertina
Cheating heartbeat, rapid fire

She's thunderstorms
Lying on her front
Up against the wall
She's thunderstorms

In an unusual place
When you're feeling far away
She does what the night does to the day

She's thunderstorms
Lying on her front
Up against the wall
She's thunderstorms

Thunderstorms...
Thunderstorms...

When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn
and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you
Tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
and you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Go helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
I will you won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Look out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
Look out cause here she comes

When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn
and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well will you won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Look out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu,

Helter Skelter
She's coming down fast
Yes she is
Yes she is
coming down fast

Ah, ah, ah

Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

You've got these little things,
That you've been running from.
You either love it or guess you don't.
You're such a pretty thing,
To be running from anyone.
A vision with nowhere to go.

So tell me right now,
You think you're ready for it?
I wanna know why you got me going
So let's go, We'll take it out of here.
I think I'm ready to leap.

I'm ready to live,
I'm ready to go-oh oh oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

You've got these little things
You wanted something for 'em.
You'll either get it or guess you won't.
What does it really mean to get nothing from anyone?
There's a million ways it could go.

So tell me right now,
You think you're ready for it?
I wanna know why you got me going
So let's go, We'll take it out of here.I think I'm ready to leap, I'm ready to live

I'm ready to go-oh oh oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

(Ooooh)
(Ooooh)

I think I'm ready, I think I know I'm ready
I know, I think I'm ready, I think I know I'm ready
I know, I think I'm ready, I think I know I'm ready
I know, I think I'm ready, I think I know I'm ready

I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
(I think I'm ready, I think I know I'm ready, I know I think I'm ready...)

I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)

I'm ready to go
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shaking off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel...
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see

They're trying to come back, all my senses push
Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could...
Steady feet, don't fail me now
Imma run till you can't walk
Something pulls my focus out
And I'm standing down...

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, you don't need

What you need, what you need...

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be
Oh, do you see what I see...

Can't make my own decisions
or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up
so I don't go where you don't want me

You say that I been changing,
that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

Oh oh oh ohhhh

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

If God's the game that you're playing
Well we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely
To be the only one who's holy

It's just my humble opinion
But it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you

Oh oh oh ohhhh

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'll point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret
I'll hold you to it

I know you don't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

I know you won't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

I took my loved one out to dinner
So we could get a bite to eat
And though we both had been much thinner
She looked so beautiful I could eat her
Well well well, oh well

We sat and talked of revolution
Just like two liberals in the sun
We talked of women's liberation
And how the hell we could get things done
Well well well oh well

I took my loved one to a big field
So we could watch the English sky
We both were nervous feeling guilty
And neither one of us knew just why
Well well well oh well

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.