You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now ... here he comes!

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes
and see the place where you used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
(He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when)
When you were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know

I'm down a one way street
With a one night stand
With a one track mind
Out in no man's land
The punishment sometimes
Don't seem to fit the crime

Yeah there's a hole in my soul
But one thing I've learned
For every love letter written
There's another one burned
So you tell me how it's gonna be this time

Is it over?
Is it over?
'Cause I'm blowin' out the flame

Take a walk outside your mind
Tell me how it feels to be
The one who turns
The knife inside of me

Take a look and you will find
There's nothing there, girl
Yeah I swear, I'm telling you, girl yeah 'cause

(Chorus)
There's a Hole In My Soul
That's been killing me forever
It's a place where a garden never grows
There's a Hole In My Soul
Yeah, I should have known better
'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose
Yeah, yeah

I'm as dry as a seven year drought
I got dust for tears
Yeah I'm all tapped out
Sometimes I feel broken and can't get fixed

I know there's been all kinds of shoes
Underneath your bed
Now I sleep with my boots on
But you're still in my head
And something tells me this time
I'm down to my last licks

'Cause if it's over
Then it's over
And it's driving me insane

Take a walk outside your mind
Tell me how it feels to be
The one who turns
The knife inside of me
Take a look and you will find
There's nothing there, girl, yeah, I swear
I'm telling you girl yeah 'cause

(Chorus)

Yeah, is it over?
Yeah, it's over
And I'm blowing out the flame

Take a walk outside your mind
Tell me how it feels to be
The one who turns
The knife inside of me
Take a look and you will find
There's nothing there, girl, yeah, I swear
I'm telling you girl yeah 'cause

(Chorus)

Oh, oh...

(Good night taj...good night Chelsie!)

God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-Ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in yoga
I don't believe in kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that's reality

The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the dream weaver
But now I'm reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I'm John
And so dear friends
You just have to carry on
The dream is over

WAKE UP

Somethin' filled up
my heart with nothin',
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms turnin' every good thing to
rust.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.

With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin' to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin’
With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am, go-go, where I am

You'd better look out below

Sol Sim Do Re

Intro: sol sim Do Re


Primera parte:

Sol Sim Do Re

Sufro lagunas constantes

Sol Sim Do Re

producto de excesos de alcohol

Sol Sim Do Re

abuso de algunos calmantes


Coro:(mismos acordes)

Por que me olvido el mañana,

por que me olvido el mañana


Segunda parte:(mismos acordes)

Deja tu nombre anotado,

anota también tu dirección,

el tema q hemos tratado


Otra vez coro


Tercera parte: (mismos acordes)

No se bien si en verdad buscas,

quien me va encontrar

quien me va encontrar

y maldigo aun destino gris
al cual nunca vi
al cual nunca vi

Es q resulta evidente
Que no importa el mañana,
que no me importa el mañana

I get high when I see you go by
My oh my.
When you sigh, my, my insides just fly,Butterfly.
Why am I so shy when I'm beside you?

It's only love and that is all,
Why should I feel the way I do?
It's only love, and that is all,
But it's so hard loving you.

Is it right that you and I should fight
Every night?
Just the sight of you makes nighttime bright,
Very bright.
Haven't I the right to make it up girl?

It's only love and that is all,
Why should I feel the way I do?
It's only love, and that is all
But it's so hard loving you
Yes it's so hard loving you -- loving you.

Nobody feels any pain

Tonight as I stand inside the rain

Ev'rybody knows

That Baby's got new clothes

But lately I see her ribbons and her bows

Have fallen from her curls

She takes just like a woman, yes she does

She makes love just like a woman, yes she does

And she aches just like a woman

But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she's my friend

Yes, I believe I'll go see her again

Nobody has to guess

That Baby can't be blessed

Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest

With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls

She takes just like a woman, yes she does

She makes love just like a woman, yes she does

And she aches just like a woman

But she breaks just like a little girl.

It's was raining from the first

And I was dying there of thirst

So I came in here

And your long-time curse hurts

But what's worse

Is this pain in here

I can't stay in hereAin't it clear that.

I just can't fit

Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit

When we meet again

Introduced as friends

Please don't let on that you knew me when

I was hungry and it was your world

Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes you do

You make love just like a woman, yes you do

Then you ache just like a woman

But you break just like a little girl.

WOOHOO!
WOOHOO!
WOOHOO!
WOOHOO!

I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn't easy
But nothing is,
No -

WOOHOO!
When I feel heavy metal WOOHOO!
And I'm pins and I'm needles WOOHOO!
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time but I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet you!

I got my head done
When I was young
It's not my problem
It's not my - problem -

WOOHOO!
When I feel heavy metal WOOHOO!
And I'm pins and I'm needles WOOHOO!
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time but I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet you!

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah

"BRILLANTE COMUNICADOR"

Hace unos años, creo que en el 2008, mi hermana me contó cuando llegué a casa que le había vendido un Cuentos pa' Kemarse a un señor que se presentó como Blasco Bazán.

A mí eso me pareció bacán porque sabía que ese tío era, sino el único, uno de los pocos recopiladores de Literatura de la región; además de ser de los primeros bloggers en su generación (¿habrá algún otro?).

Una vez no sé cómo pero me terminé llevando de la jato de un pata su libro "Literatura liberteña: Vida y obra de las letras de La Libertad - siglos XVIII, XIX y XX" (1999). Un compendio muy detallado con biografías ordenadas cronológicamente sobre escritores de esta zona o que la hicieron por estos lares, el cual me sirvió para el curso de Literatura Regional en la UNT.

No existen muchos autores dedicados a indagar en el pasado, el presente y obviamente el futuro de la "Literatura Liberteña", entonces esta labor de por sí es destacable. Creo que solo Blasco Bazán y Saniel Lozano, este último tirado más hacia la crítica.

Por ello, el que me haya considerado en su "Primer Diccionario de Escritores de la Región La Libertad" (2011) me toma por sorpresa; ya que después de haber comprado mi libro, me pidió unos datos vía mail y de allí nunca más nos volvimos a comunicar. Pueden encontrar mi nombre en la página 19:

"DEL ROSARIO LOZANO GONZALO ALONSO, nació en Trujillo, La Libertad, el 23 de enero de 1986. Hijo de José Del Rosario Aliaga y Ana María Lozano Quiroz. Brillante comunicador. Obras: En prosa Cuentos pa' quemarse (sic)"

Habría que actualizar los datos un poco y poner correctamente el título, pero igual creo que los más entusiasmados fueron mis padres, quienes asistieron a la presentación para luego enterarse que su hijo aparecía por allí.

Lo bacán es que también he podido encontrar a amigos y conocidos como Oscar Ramirez, Ricardo Calderón Inca, Victoria Larco, Denisse Vega, Matilde Granados, Karina Bocanegra, Carlos Santamaría y Mauricio Málaga, los cuales tampoco figuraban en aquel primer libro. Así como un listado con grupos literarios de todos los tiempos (en La Libertad) y sus respectivos integrantes.

Una flagrante omisión: Jorge Hurtado. ¡Cómo no está el Woody! Óxido es uno de los poemarios más transgresores que haya publicado escritor trujillano alguno.

Y tampoco el Jules . . . ¿Qué está pasando! Por más que Jorge Torres sea de Pisco fue el primero en apostar por la editorial alternativa OREM, que tanta rareza sacó a fines de la década pasada. Allí están el 533, un viaje sin retorno; y el TV-OUT que escribimos a cuatro manos cambiadas.

Sin olvidarnos del Pato Patricio Córdova, quien aparte de su mapoemario Siudákaoz, ahora dirige Incertidumbre Editores, otra novedosa editorial independiente que publicó la oscura Celebración de la noche de José Ce, que tampoco figura en este diccionario.

Más allá de estas ausencias que responden más a una falta de difusión y conocimiento que a otras razones (estos libros están en google), el "Primer Diccionario de Escritores de la Región La Libertad" de Blasco Bazán es un texto que de todas maneras tendrá un lugar asegurado como parte de la bibliografía de consulta del sílabo de Literatura Regional de la UNT.

(oooo oooo oooo)

Drive out with the sun in your eyes
You wasted my time
It's true, it's true

My god, don't you hold out your hand
I called off my plans
I counted on you, on you

And if you're ever left with any doubt
What you live with and what you'll do without
I'm only sorry that it took so long to figure out

(oooo oooo oooo)

Got lost in the places I've been
I should go out with my friends
I'd go tonight but I know you'll be there too, there too

For me, this bottle of wine
Is to slow down my mind
And forget the things that I knew, I knew

And if you're ever left with any doubt
What you live with and what you'll do without
I'm only sorry that it took so long to figure out

(oooo oooo oooo)

You Gave Me Something, I Understand,
You Gave Me Loving In The Palm Of My Hand
I Can't Tell You How I Feel
My Heart Is Like A Wheel
Let Me Roll It
Let Me Roll It To You
Let Me Roll It
Let Me Toll It To You

I Want To Tell You
And Now's The Time
I Want To Tell You That
You're Going To Be Mine

I Can't Tell You How I Feel
My Heart Is Like A Wheel.
Let Me Roll It
Let Me Roll It To You
Let Me Roll It
Let Me Roll It To You

She keeps Moet et Chandon
In a pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice

Chorus:
She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, Gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?

To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Asia Minor
Then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined

Perfume came naturally from Paris
for cars she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise


Chorus


Drop of a hat she's as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She's out to get you


Chorus

Recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try.