The Blue Album - Letras

Este álbum fue lanzado en 2002 en Japón y en 2004 en europa. La versión europea contiene un track más titulado "Burying Heather" cuya letra está incluida acá. Este es, probablemente, el disco más difícil de digerir de Valensia.
ADVERTENCIA: Muchos oyentes han reportado al finalizar la escucha de disco dolores de cabeza y un aumento significativo de glucosa en sangre. Mucho cuidado. (?)



Mayte

The continuation of the "Tere"-lyrics from the 1993 album "Valensia"

ego 1:

Murderer
I think you are a murderer
Wow, look what have you done; my dear friend is my enemy
And you write: She must lie
He must die
... says the Catcher In The Rhye
Layla Lily Lan Lee
Lee Aylan Lily Lan Lee
So you said that you loved her since June '95
and now you would like to meet her,
now she's no longer my wife
I said: "I guess it will be allright; it's good to have a friend here in Spain"
I introduced you at moonlight
But the 2 of you moved away

ego 2:

Maria mine, who is your valentine?
-Is it true that he dreams to kill me?
Mayte mine, don't tell me that a dear friend of mine is an enemy mine!
Pineapple delirium junketer
He's a junketer and a friend of mine
This hate glowed behind those eyes
This hatred I don't understand
I've not done bad
I'm not that bad
I'm not that sad
Valeria dies, says the Catcher In The Rhye
Maria Teresa beware
Mayte you'll be hurt

ego 1:

Murderer! I think you are a murderer

ego 2:

Maria Teresa beware
Mayte you'll be hurt

ego 1:

Murderer! I think you are a murderer, murderer
Wow, look what have you done; my dear friend; my enemy
And you write: She must lie
He must die
... says the Catcher In The Rhye
Terzarima dragoman trumpery star

My trumped guitar
A taradiddle star
Rendez-vous with an other man here
Is your truth a lie; the weed is showing your trails
Come forward and reveal your face
Time to show yourself by releasing that veil

ego 2:

And if there's something that you are sad about
-I help you out
And if there's evil about
-I help you out
And if you are faced down to the ground...
Valeria dies, says the Catcher In The Rhye
Maria Teresa beware
Mayte you'll be hurt

ego 1:

Murderer! I think you are a murderer

ego 2:

Maria Teresa beware
Mayte you'll be hurt

ego 1:

Murderer! I think you are a murderer, murderer
Wow, look what have you done; my dear friend is my enemy
And you write: She must lie
He must die
... says the Catcher In The Rhye

To protect him, I never could say the truth
To protect you, I never could say the truth
To protect us, I could never say the truth
To protect me, now I will be telling the truth
Oh, my dear friend... forever gone...
He wants to kill me Amadeo
My love's in the cradle
"Don't expect to be loved back 'cause there's no
love for you here", she'll say
"Because you are a threat and a rival, and
baby you're in the way!"
As far as I can remember you are
Valeria and that's all right (in the city lights)
But if it's true like he told us,
you're dying in his dreams each night!

Maria mine, who is your valentine?
-Is it true that he dreams to kill me?
Mayte mine, don't tell me that a dear friend of mine is an enemy mine!
Teddybears, a piglet & a tissue sty
Rupert, Harlot smile
And a friend of mine
This hate glowed behind those eyes
This hatred I don't understand
I've not done bad
I'm not that bad
I'm not that sad
Valeria dies, says the Catcher In The Rhye
Maria Teresa beware
Mayte you'll be hurt

ego 1:

Murderer! I think you are a murderer

ego 2:

Maria Teresa beware
Mayte you'll be hurt

ego 1:

Murderer! I think you are a murderer, murderer
Wow, look what have you done; my dear friend is my enemy
And you try to deny & to hide it inside, baby
And you write: She must lie
He must die
... says the Catcher In The Rhye


Hello Pianist

Good afternoon pianist!

When you called me to visit the stars I said: "Sure!"
But the deal was on your name and the bucks wired to you
I said: "No! That's a No Go."

They settled for my 50/50 way
so we went off to play, but with your people anyway
Well, they surely knew how to present you, this crew,
-This is me-
-This is you-

Juan said: "Look out! They're out to get you!
Use you and then take YOUR half too!"
Go to the bank, withdraw $60.000 now
Put it in a bag and meet me at the bar now
... and my mom & dad couldn't believe!

Good afternoon pianist!
Hey keyboardist!
Oh, there you are! Hey, hey you!
Stupid that you cheat, deceit & double-crossed me!
Hey keyboardist!
Yo, way to go, pianist!
Evangelist!
God afternoon pianist!

In The Sun Tere Visualized your Megalomania:
"I'm only in it to have it all for my own"
Radiates an aura so true
A steak of luck on top of it too!
"I'll blow your deal and burn the ground!
Even freeze your bank account!"
... and my mom & dad couldn't believe!

Good afternoon pianist!
Hey keyboardist!
Oh, there you are! Hey, hey you!
Stupid that you cheat, deceit & double-crossed me!
Hey keyboardist!
Yo, way to go, pianist!
Evangelist!
God afternoon pianist!

Radiates an aura so true
A steak of luck on top of it too!
Go to the bank, withdraw $60.000 now
Put it in a bag and meet me at the bar now
... and my mom & dad couldn't believe!

Good afternoon pianist!
Hey keyboardist!
Oh, there you are, pianist!
Yo, way to go,
Hey, hey you!
Stupid that you cheat, deceit & double-crossed me!
Hey keyboardist! Yo, way to go, pianist!
Evangelist!
Good afternoon pianist

Good afternoon pianist!


Inshallah

Where's the frontier between sounds & words?

(Bwom; hzzzzwww 'mpa, 'mpa, 'mpa, 'mpa,
'mpa'm plon-plon-plon-plen-plan-plin-plon
'mpo do jido-jido
Ah, ah-ah- ah, Ah-ah
Ah, plon-plen-plan-plin plon
... Em-po do do-do-do-do)

Cliché!
The critical eyes of expert gaze
Touche to Sheilas quackin' out of expurgate
Santé, I quell like I exasperate

Honey, I'm at poise
Get out of the room
Mm... baby, out of the room
Where's your Roly Poly for'

Esay-Bolderdash!
Easy-Bolderdash!

Lose me not; I always write a song of a gun!
I'm sorry but I have to be alive...

A supersonic BOOM you hear now
A superstatic tune from me now

I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright"
ow ow ow ow ow ow!

One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow
Some can say I'm much too freakish
You don't want me inside your head now
Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me

It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be nice
It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be...
So nice!

High 5
My alter-ego terminates
Cheerio to all the hocus-pocus that I execrate
Oh no, it has never been easy

Esay-Bolderdash!
Easy-Bolderdash!

Lose me not; I always write a song of a gun!
I'm sorry but I have to be alive...

A supersonic BOOM you hear now
A superstatic tune from me now

I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright"
ow ow ow ow ow ow!

One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow
Some can say I'm much too freakish
You don't want me inside your head now
Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me

It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be nice
It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be...
So nice!

I liked it my way
I like it my way
I think Valensia has fallen

A supersonic BOOM you hear now
A superstatic tune from me now

I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright"
ow ow ow ow ow ow!

One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow
Some can say I'm much too freakish
You don't want me inside your head now
Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me

It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be nice
It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be nice
It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be...
So nice!

It would be nice!
Toot-toot, Boing-boing


The Echo

Ye iye iyo
I yei iyo yo

… It’s a child, now
Honey
… It’s a child, now

The 1st Born

Yiddy-yiddy yeah yeah yeah yeah yo
Yiddy-yiddy yeah yeah yeah yeah yo-o
Yiddy-yiddy yeah yeah yeah yeah yo
Yiddy-yiddy yeah yeah yeah yeah yo-o

And everything’s going fine
Because everything’s what you are
Because you are all
That’s what you are


Goodnight Orion

My little lasting love
My everlasting love
I will keep you warm when it's cold outside
My little everlasting love
You'll be warm
From now on
It's me and you


Alyssa

Meanwhile you cry
It’s like a will I write
Well, your mama is kind and sweet
Trust my body to flames,
Your home will be your surname
Within me

With your mother’s mind it’s more easy to cope with all that will come your way
With your daddy’s mind, well, life can be hard; be strong with all that’s coming your way

And I will be with my mom when my time has come
And I will watch over you while your life goes on from within you

My sweet love
I am and always will be so proud of you
-no matter what you do

My sweet love
In the House of the Lord
There I will dwell

You dream and sleep
As we live in your past
Oh, I wished you were here with me
Just about 17
I look into your eyes and it seems
You are within me

An unexamined life, the practical only;
Plain but with a heart of gold
I philosophize. I’m wise but I’m lonely;
Profound and probably not too old

Time between the both of us is an unbridgeable crevice
I hope one day I’ll be like my mom; a Sweet Memory of the past from within you

My sweet love
I am and always will be so proud of you
-no matter what you do

My sweet love
In the House of the Lord
There I will dwell

And I could tell just after 2 weeks that you got your daddy’s eyes
So remember when you’re in a slump it’s good to be alive from within you

My sweet love
I am and always will be so proud of you
-no matter what you do

My sweet love
In the House of the Lord
There I will dwell


The Flying Dutchfan

Silent tears
Move on is the remedy
Fanatic you could never ease the pain

Excuse me if I may say so
If only you could see
How else could I spend my time
I’m bound to stay
Teamed up with screaming lady eyes

Honey don’t be fooled, he’s plagiarizing all the time

Alin que la beaute ne perde pas ses droits

Come on Mr. Pansy stick it in the fanzine
I’m welcoming your howling love
Oh, welcome to my House of Love

Fanatic, got to get the energy
Bitter sweet moving in serenity
Silent tears move on is the remedy
Fanatic you could never ease the pain

His real name is Stevie Diamond
His showname is Arno Kaas
How else could I waste more time
Don’t want to stay
Teamed up with screaming lady eyes

Honey don’t be fooled, he’s plagiarizing all the time

Et tender je dirai me penchant vers elle un soir

Come on Mr. Pansy stick it in the fanzine
I’m welcoming your howling love
Oh, welcome to my House of Love, yeah

Fanatic, got to get the energy
Bitter sweet moving in serenity
Silent tears move on is the remedy
Fanatic you could never ease the pain, hey

Honey don’t be fooled, he’s plagiarizing all the time

Soit!
La triade est male et tu es vienge et froid

Come on Mr. Pansy stick it in the fanzine

Fanatic, got to get the energy
Bitter sweet moving in serenity
Silent tears move on is the remedy
Fanatic you could never ease the pain


Life Is A Killer

Bad folks will live,
… and the Good tend to die
wow, evil survivors

The Mean mostly win,
… and the Nice always lose
Wow, makes you a loser

double bridge 1

Pop-pop; She was gunned dead; symphony’s dead, with no lead
Ain’t no gangsta, no pranksta who can deal with that
Push da musical crack, you betta watch you back
You ain’t down with that; ain’t goin’ out like that!
---------------------------------------------------

What a place for da… eh… the honest & the smart & the nice & the good;
It’s nothing new
What a world for the rich & the simple & the mean & the bad;
Is it something new?

Sometimes life is a killer
Sometimes life is just dead

Simple Minds are at peace,
… and Smart Minds are at war
Wow, dumb, but a survivor

Nasty Minds get rich,
… and the honest remain poor
Wow, you ain’t got a 5

double bridge 1

You ain’t saying nothing ‘cause you gotta back off; you get your cranium cracked
It’s layin’ low or getting’ smoked; you’re getting’ wacked
They’re about to pull the trigga. Why? – He made ‘em bigga
He’s pushin’ up da daisies; he’s goin’ crazy!
----------------------------------------------------

What a place for the honest & the smart & the nice & the good;
It’s nothing new

What a world for the rich & the simple & the mean & the bad;
Is it something new?

Sometimes life is a killer
Sometimes life is just dead


What a place for the honest & the smart & the nice & the good;
It’s nothing new

What a world for the rich & the simple & the mean & the bad;
Is it something new?

Sometimes life is a killer
Sometimes life is just dead


The Amateur

Whenever I pick up the pieces of my life,
An amateur is inbetween
Whenever I pick up the pieces of my life

Dodelodelon-don
Dodelodelon-don

Just when you think you’ve had enough
The bubble bursts, just when you’re down on your luck; so cruel

Once in your life, when everyone’s a crook,
You try to get back to your roots, girl

I can’t figure out what I’m singing here
I do hear that it ends with: so cruel, can’t you see

Daddy, take a good care of my brother
The amateurs and pro’s, saints & saviours
We will fall apart without mother
After all we are two total strangers

If somebody else is okay with it all,
Then it’s only ‘cause they didn’t dare to say

Once in your life, when everyone’s a crook,
You try to get it back to all your roots, girl

I lived a life where everyone
(and amateurs, sings the other half of the choir) is a crook
Try to get back to your roots, girl

Whenever I pick up the pieces of my life,
An amateur is inbetween
Whenever I pick up the pieces of my life

If somebody else is okay with it all,
Then it’s only ‘cause they didn’t dare to say

Daddy, take a good care of my brother
The amateurs and pro’s, saints & saviours
We will fall apart without mother
After all we are two total strangers

Ah, amateurs pick on somebody new!
Ah, amateurs pick on somebody new!

Daddy, take a good care of my brother
The amateurs and pro’s, saints & saviours
We will fall apart without mother
After all we are two total strangers

If somebody else is okay with it all,
Then it’s only ‘cause they didn’t dare to say

Oh, try to get back to your roots, girl


The Line

Tonight I guarantee my enemies will hang out to dry
Your memory ran amok this time
Starin’ eyes & a silent smile

My life has been nothin’ but a givin’ in and givin’ up fights
‘cause 10 to 1 that it would back-fire
Starin’ eyes & a silent smile

Perplexed when you’ve lost worlds entire (with that silent smile)
Perplexed when your world’s like wild-fire (with that silent smile)

They couldn’t be so ugly now they’re shootin’ on the line
But if you just believe there’s somethin’ on the climb,
They couldn’t be so ugly; I’ll be walking down the line
But if you just believe there’s somethin’ on the climb, a-ha

Somehow I’m up again and I run again and I won’t slow down
You’ll be scremin’ ‘n barkin’ at the wrong tree now
Starin’ eyes & a silent smile

Perplexed when you’ve lost worlds entire (with that silent smile)
Perplexed when your world’s like wild-fire (with that silent smile)
(You can’t win and you can’t fly)

They couldn’t be so ugly now they’re shootin’ on the line
But if you just believe there’s somethin’ on the climb,
They couldn’t be so ugly; we’ll be walking down the line
But if you just believe there’s somethin’ on the climb, a-ha

Starin’ eyes & a silent smile

Perplexed when you’ve lost, lied & tired (with that silent smile)

They couldn’t be so ugly now they’re shootin’ on the line
But if you just believe there’s somethin’ on the climb,
They couldn’t be so ugly; now they’re walking down the line
But if you just believe there’s somethin’ on the climb, a-ha

Shootin’ on the line
Shootin’ on the line


A Night In Spain

O 1 KM 1 EN B4 D IS H
2 RSQ U
D C N OCN BUT
UR A RFUG
N IM UR NME
O Y U DCF M
RT AT B LIF
R U 4 M

Just 10 feet, 10 inches, 10 lightyears away
When you turned me over to the night of Spain

O Y NRG DTREOR8S
DKS N MTNS
I 8 UR NRG
MED8 4 BST DMN
N U R 22 YS 4 M
EZ 2 TS U
D NTT S LIF
RU4M

Just 10 feet, 10 inches, 10 lightyears away
When you turned me over to the night of Spain

1 KM 1 EN B4 D IS H
2 RSQ U
D C N OCN BUT
UR A RFUG
N IM UR NME
Y U DCF M
RT AT B LIF
R U 4 M

Just 10 feet, 10 inches, 10 lightyears away
When you turned me over to the night of Spain

Just 10 feet, 10 inches, 10 lightyears away
When you turned me over to the night of Spain


Bonen Hood

They’re out to get me baby, please mercy me
You-of all people-mercy me

They’re out to get me baby, please mercy me
You-of all people-mercy me

Bonen Hood toot-toot-toot toot-toot-toot toot-toot
Bonen Hood toot-toot-toot toot-toot-toot a-ha
Bonen Hood toot-toot-toot toot-toot-toot toot-toot
Bonen Hood toot-toot-toot toot-toot-toot a-ha

I can’t escape it
I want to be awakened
- my dreams could have been so happy now
Zaba-daba ha-ha-ha

Flee from tornados
Free falling elevators
6 crosses in your bed dancing on Steelers Wheel, a-ha

Also, Kushcka, make a move! sprach Zarathustra
Scaraboushka can’t you see what I must be feeling?

Tonight can’t you seen the gorgon’s caling for me
The goon is coming for me; it won’t be nice!
Tonight can’t you see (ungodly people) the gorgon’s calling for me;
(they’re ugly people)
It won’t be nice now!

Bonen Hood! Fearing good, dark brotherhood
“Bonen Hood”

Arahnah Haila-am Nah Haila-am, Nah Haila
Harahim
Arahnah Haila-am Nah Haila-am, Nah Haila
Harahim
Arahnah Haila-am!

Bonen Hood, let me share it all with you
Bonen Hood toot-toot-toot toot-toot-toot toot-toot
Bonen Hood toot-toot-toot toot-toot-toot a-ha

End of existece
Tsunami’s in the distance
…and you could have been so happy now
Zaba-daba ha-ha-ha

...and from a tower I tumbled
My brittle teeth are crumbled
Umbrella spiders creeping out of the window pane

Also, Kushcka, make a move! sprach Zarathustra
Scaraboushka can’t you see what I must be feeling?

Tonight can’t you seen the gorgon’s caling for me
The goon is coming for me; it won’t be nice!
Tonight can’t you see (ungodly people) the gorgon’s calling for me;
(they’re ugly people)
It won’t be nice now!

Bonen Hood! Fearing good, dark brotherhood
“Bonen Hood”

Arahnah Haila-am Nah Haila-am, Nah Haila
Harahim
Arahnah Haila-am Nah Haila-am, Nah Haila
Harahim
Arahnah Haila-am!

They’re out to get me baby, please mercy me
You-of all people-mercy me
They’re out to get me baby, please mercy me
You-of all people-mercy me

Also, Kushcka, make a move! sprach Zarathustra
Scaraboushka can’t you see what I must be feeling?

Tonight can’t you seen the gorgon’s caling for me
The goon is coming for me; it won’t be nice!
Tonight can’t you see (ungodly people) the gorgon’s calling for me;
(they’re ugly people)

It won’t be nice now!

Bonen Hood! Fearing good, dark brotherhood
“Bonen Hood”

Arahnah Haila-am Nah Haila-am, Nah Haila
Harahim
Arahnah Haila-am Nah Haila-am, Nah Haila
Harahim
Arahnah Haila-am!

Bombardon, bombardon it’s a risk to go
Bombardon, bombarson it’s a real sleeze
Bombardon, bombardon it’s a risk to go
Bombardon, bombarson it’s a real sleeze


Burying Heather

Standing alone
With one hand on the grave
Where are we going to?
Lower the coffin in her open grave
Everyone’s lonely too
Everyone’s lonely too

Now the waiting hours are over
And the temperature’s dropping fast
There’s no hope for absolution
As Rigor Mortis sets in

Standing alone
With one hand on the grave
Where are we going to?
Lower the coffin in her open grave
Everyone’s lonely too
Everyone’s lonely too

Black-gloved hear the church cough
Now the casket has been closed
And the horror is my truism
As the holy water flows

Although I make noise
I won’t wake you
(We’re all mortal, we all are going to die)

Hello, goodmorning
This is your wake up call

Standing alone
With one hand on the grave
Where are we going to?
Lower the coffin in her open grave
Everyone’s lonely too
Everyone’s lonely too

See the morgue light up the graveyard
She lies there where the city ends
The exhaustfumes in November night
Paint a morbid scenery

Stare into you rearview mirror
The corpse is upright and she walks
And your mind sees decomposition
As you step out of the car

Standing alone
With one hand on the grave
Where are we going to?
Lower the coffin in her open grave
Everyone’s lonely too
Everyone’s lonely too

Although I make noise
I won’t wake you

Hello, goodmorning
This is your wake up call

Lie down, Heather, rest you


Valensian Jazz

I’m not here
I’m not really here

The trade is made
-isn’t it cruel?

I’m not here
I’m not really here

I need to feel
I can’t face the crowds
Unreal, now it’s all said & over

I need to sleep
I can’t chase the clouds
Just sleep till it’s all gone & over

Touch if you will, if you can’t face the crowds
I need you within me myself
Die if you will, make the sun come right out now she’s gone
If you can’t face the crowds

I’m not here
I’m not really here

To face it
-isn’t it cruel?

I’m not here
I’m not really here

I need to feel
I can’t face the crowds
Unreal, now it’s all said & over

I need to sleep
I can’t chase the clouds
Just sleep till it’s all gone & over

Touch if you will, if you can’t face the crowds
I need you within me myself
Die if you will, make the sun come right out now she’s gone
If you can’t face the crowds

But this ain’t real jazz. You know what? I just dedicate this song to him, live this text in the

booklet as it is, and just say nothing. He might read it, as he reads the lyrics.

I need to feel
I can’t face the crowds
Unreal, now it’s all gone & over

I need to sleep
I can’t chase the clouds
Just sleep till it’s all gone & over

Touch if you will, if you can’t face the crowds
I need you within me myself
Die if you will, make the sun come right out now she’s gone
If you can’t face the crowds

Touch if you will, if you can’t face the crowds
I need you within me myself
Die if you will, make the sun come right out now she’s gone
If you can’t face the crowds