Lo que más odio de estar de vacaciones es que no me entero de nada de lo que pasa en el mundo. Y digo ésto porque pretendia que hoy volviera a salir el recopilatorio de Los Planetas, que ya salió el día 7 de Julio. Si, si, ese de CD + DVD + Cómic que repasa 22 temas -de sobra conocidos- de la banda e incluye un corte nuevo, “Soy un pobre granaíno“, también incluido en su próximo álbum, el cual saldrá publicado a final de verano… (¿Véis que en dos segundos os he informado sobre lo que debería de haber contado hace una semana y, así, de carrerilla? Yeah!)

En fin, que se me va, se me va…

De lo que si me enteré la semana pasada, y me emocionó sobremanera a pesar de haber estado medio desconectada, es que viene a Murcia Elvis Perkins. En septiembre.

Mi sorpresa no fué sólo que viniera a Murcia; lo increible es que viene a un festival acompañando a «Rinôçérôse», The Rakes, Cycle, The Leadings… Vamos, señor organizador; que no pega ni con cola. Pero bueno, yo tan contenta.

La verdad es que no se qué me pasa con este tipo de artistas, que me gustan -cuando me gustan- demasiado. Gente como Nik Freitas, Ed Harcourt, Sin Fang Bous… Un día haré una lista interminable con todos los nombres que deberían ser conocidos y su música escuchada.

Beso

P.D.: Se ha levantado una ventolera descomunal en Cartagena hace un rato que ha hecho que mi imaginación me jugase una mala pasada: me he visto como la nueva Dorothy, buscándole un refugio a su Totó, que en la versión actual es rojo, tiene cuatro ruedas y come gasolina… Malpensados…

P.D.2: Qué cruz con Vetusta Morla… ¿Qué? ¿Pensabas que en éste festival no tocarían? Engañao…

P.D.3: Mi Antonio me acaba de dar una charla que bien podría llevar el título: “Mila, despierta: Murcia nunca fué Madchester”

ELVIS PERKINS “While you were sleeping”

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While you were sleeping
the babies grew
the stars shined and the shadows moved
time flew, the phone rang
there was a silence when the kitchen sang
its songs competed like kids for space
we stared for hours in our maker’s face
they gave us picks
said go mine the sun
and go gold and come back when you’re done
while you were sleeping
you tossed, you turned
you rolled your eyes as the world burned
the heavens fell, the earth quaked
i thought you must be, but you weren’t awake
no, you were sleeping
you ignored the sun
you grew your power garden
for your little ones
and you found brides for them on christmas eve
they hung young cain from the adam trees
and danced
while you were sleeping
i tossed and i turned
til i closed my eyes
but the future burned
through the planet turned a hair gray
as i relived the day
while you were sleeping
the money died
machines were harmless and the earth sighed
through the wind you slept sound
and gravity caught my love around
the ocean rose, sang about decay
while witches flew
and the mermaids stayed
full of dreams, you overslept
and keeping with quiet, through the walls i crept
i walked on tiptoe, sent darkness swirling over all the kitchen in the early morning
i’ll never catch up to you
who sleeps so sound
my arms are useless
my heart beats too loud to go to sleep
my mind’s too proud to bow out
while you were sleeping
the time changed
all your things were rearranged
your vampire mirrors face to face
they saw forever out into space
and found you dreaming in black and white
while it rained in all the colors of the night
i watched the tvs
memories
championships
vanished to sea
could it be, my honey between you and me
so i waited for the riddled sky
to be solved again by sunrise
and i’ve made a death suit for life
for my father’s ill widowed wife
did you have that strangest dream before you woke
cos in your gown you had the butterfly stroke
did it escape you like some half told joke?
when you reached for your plume of smoke
it’ll haunt you, my honey bee
anyone who is anyone has that same dream
were you falling
were you flying
and were you calling out
or were you dying
thank god you’re up now
let’s stay that way
else there’ll be no mornings
and no more days
cos when we’re dreaming
our babies grow
the sun shines
and the shadows flow
time flies
the phone rings
there is a silence
and everybody tries to sing