La nostalgia es la charla cotidiana, del recuerdo de días de gloria y la rabia de días oscuros.
La conciencia es la conversación del amor confuso, la mirada a la nada que place.
La añoranza es el Café, la esquina, el haber estado allí y querer volver by the hand
La realidad es máscara, carcasa, pose inestable que se dobla en cualquier tiempo y lugar.
La verdad es luz, resplandor y fuego, única forma de hacerse bien.
La paciencia es la Tierra y el Cielo. El cuerpo y el ama. Su pronta comunión.
La apariencia es sombra, caverna platónica, tan frágil como duradera. Depende del mundo.
La vida misma es lo anterior.
I would like to take you by the hand,
And go for a walk
past people as they go to work.
Oh, let's get out of this place before
they tell us that we've just died.
Move, move quick, you've gotta move.
Come on it's through, come on it's time.
Oh look at you,
you're looking so confused
just what did you lose?
If you can make an order
could you get me one.
Two sugars would be great 'cos I'm fading fast
and it's nearly dawn.
If they knocked down this place, this place,
it'd still look much better than you.
Move, move quick, you've gotta move.
Come on it's through, come on it's time.
Oh look at you,
you're looking so confused,
what did you lose?
Oh, it's ok it's just your mind.
If we get through this alive
I'll meet you next week, same place, same time.
Oh move, move quick you've gotta move.
Come on it's through, come on it's time.
Oh look at you, you,
you're looking so confused,
what did you lose?
That's what you get from clubbing it.
You can't go home and go to bed because it hasn't worn off yet
And now it's morning there's only one place we can go.
It's around the corner in Soho where other broken people go.
Let's go.
Bar Italia - Pulp (1995)
