Cada vez que entro al blog de Lake me quiero robar algo. No lo hago porque es como q si alguien lo va a ver va a ser ahi y no en este blog infame. Pero esto, esta cancioncita de Avant Press que jamas pense encontrarme en la web, no podia dejar de afanarme. Y ahora corro a reclamar el disco entero, que lo preste y aun no me han devuelto. y ahora tambien corro a tirarme en la cama a colgarme con recuerdos de cuando era joven. *suspiro*
Este fin de semana me la pase webbeando, pasandole a mi hermana videos de las cosas mas bizarras de las que nos reiamos cuando eramos mas jovenes y todavia viviamos en la misma casa. Y asi, yendo y viniendo llegue a una pagina ( esta ) donde encontre algo que realmente me emociono hasta las lagrimas. En MP3, un cassette de 1981 que escuchaba mi hermano y que yo aun conservo, auque no lo escuchaba hace bochissssima de años. La Fuente se llamaba la banda, no duro mucho, solo dos albums sacaron. La otra banda que me gustaba era Arco Iris, esta ya mas conocida por sus Mañanas Campestres.
Fueron mis primeros contactos con la musica. Les agradezco siempre a mis hermanos haberme llevado por la buena senda del rock.
Orbiting the sun at about 93 million miles is a little blue planet and this planet is run by a bunch of monkeys.
Now, the monkeys don't think of themselves as monkeys. They don't even think of themselves as animals And they love to list all the things that they think separate them from the animals: Opposable thumbs, self awareness . . . They'll use words like Homo Erectus and Australopithecus.
You say Toe-mate-o, I say Toe-motto. They're animals all right. They're monkeys. Monkeys with high-speed digital fiber optic technology, but monkeys nevertheless.
I mean, they're clever. You've got to give them that. The Pyramids, skyscrapers, phantom jets, the Great Wall of China. That's all some pretty impressive shit . . . for a bunch of monkeys.
Monkeys whose brains have evolved to such an unmanageable size that it's now pretty much impossible for them stay happy for any length of time
In fact, they're the only animals that think they're supposed to be happy. All of the other animals can just be.
But it's not that simple for the monkeys.
You see, the monkeys are cursed with consciousness and so the monkeys are afraid. So the monkeys worry. The monkeys worry about everything, but mostly about what all the other monkeys think. Because the monkeys desperately want to fit in with the other monkeys.
Which is hard to do, because a lot of the monkeys seem to hate each other. This what really separates them from the other animals. These monkeys hate. They hate monkeys that are different. Monkeys from different places, monkeys who are a different color-
You see, the monkeys feel alone. All six billion of them.
Some of the monkeys pay another monkey to listen to their problems.
Because the monkeys want answers and the monkeys don't want to die. So the monkeys make up gods and then they worship them. Then the monkeys argue over whose made-up god is better. Then the monkeys get really pissed off and this is usually when the monkeys decide that it's a good time to start killing each other.
So the monkeys wage war. The monkeys make hydrogen bombs. The monkeys have got their whole fucking planet wired up to explode. The monkeys just can't help it.
Some of the monkeys play to a sold out crowd . . . of other monkeys.
The monkeys make trophies and then they give them to each other. Like it means something.
Some of the monkeys think that they have it all worked out. Some of the monkeys read Nietzsche The monkeys argue about Nietzsche without given any consideration to the fact that Nietzsche was just another fucking monkey.
The monkeys make plans. The monkeys fall in love. The monkeys fuck and then they make more monkeys.
The monkeys make music and then the monkeys DANCE Dance, monkeys, dance.
The monkeys make a hell of a lot of noise. Exhibit A Monkey making noise. And when he's done, five other randomly selected monkeys will rate this monkey's noises on a scale from one to ten. At the end of the night, they add all the numbers up to see which monkey made the best noises.
As you can see . . . these are some fucked up monkeys.
These monkeys are at once the ugliest and most beautiful creatures on the planet.
And the monkeys don't want to be monkeys. They want to be something else. But they're not.
Este fin de semana me la pase webbeando, pasandole a mi hermana videos de las cosas mas bizarras de las que nos reiamos cuando eramos mas jovenes y todavia viviamos en la misma casa. Y asi, yendo y viniendo llegue a una pagina ( esta ) donde encontre algo que realmente me emociono hasta las lagrimas. En MP3, un cassette de 1981 que escuchaba mi hermano y que yo aun conservo, auque no lo escuchaba hace bochissssima de años. La Fuente se llamaba la banda, no duro mucho, solo dos albums sacaron. La otra banda que me gustaba era Arco Iris, esta ya mas conocida por sus Mañanas Campestres.
