Enlace de reseña de INDIGO en la revista Vinilo:
http://revistavinilomx.com/
A continuación los lyrics completos:
1.
CHAPTER I: Destroying the delusional (in all of us).
2.
Transmutación. (feat.Thony from Dervans
/ Jairo from Eale)
3.
Feed them to the lions.
4.
Heretic Waltz.
5.
Jose Saenz.
6.
CHAPTER II: The genealogical monster manifests in dreams.
7.
Framed pictures of strangers and sore spines. (feat. Luis from
Eale.)
8. El propósito de la
vida de acuerdo a Rand.
9.
Púlsar Andromedae. (feat. Oscar Zapata from Eale)
10.
This song is a mess but still so am I.
11.
Vampiro del Mare.
12.
CHAPTER III: Rise of Indigo and dissertations on love.
13.
Sea of consciousness. (feat. Lunae Lumen)
14.
Wake up! There is light outside now.
LETRAS:
1.
CHAPTER I: Destroying the delusional (in all of us).
I am mine
I am mine
I am
mine
Man
1: Creo que el tiempo, lo destruye todo, de pronto se me ocurrió.
Man
2: Yo nunca tuve nada.
Richard Dawkins: They teach this to tiny children, at
the same time they teach them the terrifying false of a hell, that every baby
is born in sin. That would be Adam´s sin by the way, Adam who they themselves
now admit never actually existed. Original sin means that from the moment we
are born we are wicked corrupt, damned, unless we believe in their god, or
unless we fall for the carrot of heaven and the stick of hell. That, ladies and
gentlemen is the disgusting theory that leads them to presume that it was
godlessness that made Hitler and Stalin the monsters that they were. We are all
monsters unless redeemed by jesus, what a revolting, depraved, inhuman theory to base your life on. (Applause)
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2. Transmutación.
No
se consumió el tiempo en mis llagas
rezar
ya no sirvió sólo me estorbaba
Sonidos
perdidos, agudos en gritos,
delirios
de mi aura robada...
fingiendo
resistir, pidiendo no huir.
Hoy
se terminó la rabia heredada
vacíos,
putrefacción que mi alma guardaba, no hay nada!
Sonidos
perdidos, agudos en gritos
delirios
de mi aura robada.
sentidos
vencidos cortados por filos
creyendo
que nada importaba
fingiendo
resistir pidiendo no huir.
(olvidar...pensando)
fingiendo
resistir pidiendo no huir!
Mis
miedos al descubrirse, mi esencia no
habrá de irse...
sonidos
perdidos, agudos en gritos
delirios
de mi aura robada...
sentidos
vencidos cortados por filos
creyendo
que nada importaba.
Letra:
Thony Barrón.
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3.
Feed them to the lions.
Pat Condell:...nobody likes to be told point blank
that their religion is a crock of delusional garbage and a force for delusional
evil in the world. That what they call
faith is merely fear dressed up as
virtue, and that their puerile beliefs are a straightjacket on the whole of
humanity." That's bound to put
anybody's nose out of joint. So yes,
maybe I could show a bit more respect. The only fly in the ointment is, I don't
actually feel any respect. I have tried,
I really have, and I feel just terrible about it but, it just isn't there. I suppose I could lie to myself and pretend
for the sake of people's feelings, because we all know how delicate and tender
they can be these days. But, the bold
truth is I don't actually care about their feelings at all, not even slightly.
And of course I realize that should weigh heavily on my conscience, but luckily
my conscience knows when its being bullied and manipulated, so it doesn't care
either.
The weakest design lays down on the ground
we breathe the cold air of life, the divine are
hanging on the cross while the living
are art.
(children speaking in tongues)
(Televangelist indistinct preaching)
Feed them to the lions
Have I killed jesus?
Have I killed jesus?
Feed them to the lions
Feed them to the lions
Jesus freaks and televangelists.
Feed them to the lions
Feed them to the lions
Feed them to the lions
Feed them all
to the lions.
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4.
Heretic waltz.
(indistinct preaching by woman and man)
(noises
from hell)
preaching
woman:... y les maldecía, y les decía acuerdate del día que pasaste por una
iglesia cristiana y no quisiste entrar, acuerdate del día que te predicaban y
no quisiste escuchar, acuerdate del día que te entregaron un tratado y tu lo
tiraste. Y ellos trataban de taparse lo que les quedaba de oidos, y les decian,
callate! callate! no me digas más, no quiero saber más, callate!. Pero ellos se
gozaban, ellos se deleitaban en su dolor.
Continuamos caminando con el
señor.
(Baby crying)
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5.
Jose Saenz.
(I was supposed to be good)
This cellar is what I call home
Oh now what the fuck have they done?
my green eyes are being devoured six feet under your
bed
wherever I go wherever I am this corpse´s over my
shoulders and I can´t save him
Somebody´s at the front door, they´re not like us
they seem to sell a god we´ll never know
(I was supposed to be beautiful)
This desert is what I call home
this shit is fucked, what have they done?
I´ve been around this street before
I´ve been around this block before
JS: (come, come, get me out)
Who killed my friend?
who killed my friend?
father says: "I did"
my heart says I did.
my heart says I did.
(come, come, get me out)
He´s buried under
He´s buried under your house.
JS: (Come on, come get me out)
They say this corpse makes a good scarecrow,
"nothing here goes to waste".
Just get me out of this place
and I will rise again
just get me out while you can
before rats eat my head
"I will rise again and the light of my eyes will burn the sun away, the sun
away"
Just get me out of this grave
just get me out
just get me out of this cellar
just get me out
Just get me out of this grave
before they eat my head
just get me out of this cellar
before it is too late.
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6.
CHAPTER II: The genealogical monster manifests in dreams.
Interviewer: Tell me in a sentence, who you are.
Manson: Nobody.
(Laughter)
Woman to Peg Entwistle: she said something terrible
was gonna happen to one of us, an accident. And that the other one of us would
go...oh no! I can´t go, way up there...
Mother Bunny: I am gonna find out one day. Why don´t
you tell it?
There have been no calls today. I do not think it will
be much longer now.
Show host: Ladies and gentlemen I take great pleasure
in introducing to you, the marvel...
Dahmer: I turned around, picked him up and that´s when
the nightmare became a reality. It just seemed so bizarre to me this obsession
that I had been thinking of, and wanting, just uh, all the parts are there to
make it possible, to, make it happen.
Interviewer: what happened then?
(Laughter)
Dahmer: the house was empty, my mother was up in
Chippewa falls with her family, and my dad was living in uh, a rented hotel room,
due to the divorce and I pretty much handled the place myself. I was drinking a
lot during that time, and just uh, I dunno I was looking for something to uh,
some way to find some fulfillment,
some pleasure, and I acted on my fantasies and that´s where everything went
wrong.
Interviewer: this was the summer of 1978 when you took
your first victim.
Dahmer: right, once it happened the first time, it
just seemed like it had control of my life from there on end.
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7.
Framed pictures of strangers and sore spines.
I wanted to destroy everyone who ever lied to me
I wanted to kill myself in front of all the ones who
didn´t want me
I wanted to turn your party into a funeral
I wanted to be someone like you for one day
I wanted to steal your clothes and get them dirty
I wanted to come to your gatherings wearing a set of
knifes
I wanted to tie everyone up and force them to listen
I wanted to punch you in the face and then kiss your
cheek
I wanted to make you see animals as friends who suffer
I wanted you to show me yours without having to show
you mine
I wanted you to know it´s never gonna happen
No it´s never gonna happen
I wanted to get on that train and never come back
again
I am so sorry that my spine is broken.
I wanted to get on that train and never come back
again
I wanted to see every president begging for money on
the streets
I wanted to smile for pictures and mean it
I wanted to tear my face apart so you won´t recognize
me
I wanted to let you know how mediocre you are
I wanted to quit being one myself
I wanted you to know it´s never gonna happen
No it´s never gonna happen
I
wanted it all.
Man:
Ya es bastante malo que vendas tu vida despierto por un sueldo mínimo, sino que
ahora también tienen tus sueños gratis.
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8. El propósito de la vida de acuerdo a
Rand.
Interviewer: Mrs. Rand, what is it all about? What is
the purpose of life?
Rand: I would say, that the question itself is
improper, it smuggles in wrong answers. The question should be "what is
the purpose of your life".
Rand:...and we should spend our lives trying to find
it out and then live up to it. There is no such thing as the purpose of life,
because life is an end in itself, life is the purpose of life, you should enjoy
your life, you should be happy in it, your proper moral obligation is to
pursuit the highest form of happiness
possible to you.
9. Púlsar Andromedae.
La
fe en mi voz repite cada vivir
en
partes refugio la densidad orbitando mares sin fin
labro
pinos en marte y el sol nos une pintando lanzas azules
Hecatombes
sembramos sin luz carcomeré reflejos renacientes
existen
vientos sabios que ascienden fríos al lago
Reconfigura
parábolas que constituyen mi libertad
Escupo
sal y depuras ciencia que limita tu vuelo.
LUZ!
Reafirma
grutas
explorando
la sangre
y
siempre se tiñe
en
el alma angular
invade
la vida sin dios
orando
y gaia silbando al zion.
Sin
la tempestad siento a mi entorno en rectas
devoro
halcion, pretendo ser yo quien queme el
más allá.
LUZ!
Reafirma
grutas
explorando
la sangre
y
siempre se tiñe
en
el alma angular
invade
la vida sin dios
orando
y gaia silbando al zion.
Toneladas
de crimen se adhieren en segundos
confronto
las cenizas amorfas
perforo
en caminos las hiedras sin fondo
regulando
las almas clonadas por el cobre
pergaminos
nebulares estructuran recuerdos dimensionales...
Entierro
las sombras que regulan las tundras
Entierro
las sombras que regulan las tundras
Entierro
las sombras que regulan las tundras
Entierro
las sombras que regulan las tundras.
Letra:
Oscar Zapata.
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10.
This song is a mess but still so am I.
This night is too cold and my own is a prison, I am
being erased, slammed against the floor I make no noise
Do you find me attractive? will you make love to me?
will you remember my birthdays? Will you miss me when I´m gone?
Will you love no one else but me? Will you be with me
forever? What´s forever mean to you?
I sit alone at parties, pretend to be comfortable,
hold a drink throughout the night.
You´re only lonely if you have a lot to say and no one wants to hear it.
Do not make fun of my dirty broken rotten disgusting
little heart.
Is it love not wanting to die alone?
A post-morten kiss, a post-morten fuck.
what it really means is like, two times the pain, it´s
all bottled inside but you can´t get it out, and they, they just get out
but only in dreams, at night, when you´re alone, it´s
like having these private ghosts
that never go away, they haunt you in your dreams
and no matter what you do or where you go, they´re
always with you and you can´t get away, it´s like you´re not really living
like not being awake, it hurts, it, it makes you
crazy, it makes you crazy ´cause you don´t know what to do and it´s all wrong.
Loneliness, solitude, isolation
Loneliness, solitude, isolation.
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11. Vampiro del Mare.
Mujer
en tv: A través de los siglos, la noción de que la vida está envuelta en un
sueño, ha sido un tema profundo para los filósofos y poetas. Entonces no tiene
sentido que la muerte también esté envuelta en un sueño? Que después de la
muerte tu vida consciente continuará en lo que podría llamarse un "cuerpo
de sueño"? Sería el mismo cuerpo soñador que experimentas en tu vida
diaria de sueño, excepto que en el estado postmortal nunca más podrás despertar, nunca más podrás regresar a tu cuerpo
físico...
Aún
puedo escuchar tus acordes romperse entre las olas
Imparable
marea de suicidio lunar
Jamás
olvidaré la música que hicimos en esa expedición que nos llevó hacia el espacio
Millones
de constelaciones ahora lloran tu partida, aunque tú estás aquí
y
siempre que quieras más canciones crear, no sé si sólo pero siempre estaré aquí
recordando a un vampiro del mar.
Tu
recuerdo nunca morirá.
Hombre:
Hoy el mar se ha derramado sobre mí, y
el sol, me ha robado mis sueños, abismo irreversible. Este es el día
uno, mira al cielo!
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12.
CHAPTER III: Rise of Indigo and dissertations on love.
Ayn Rand: You fall in love with a person because you
regard him or her as a value and because they contribute to your personal
happiness. Now, you couldn´t fall in love with a person by saying "you
mean nothing to me, uh, I don´t care whether you live or die but you need me
and therefore I´m in love with you". If someone offered love of that kind,
everyone would regard that as a deadly insult. That isn´t love. Therefore romantic love is a selfish emotion. It
is the choice of a person as a great value and what you fall in love with, is
the same values which you choose, embodied in another person. You fall in love
with a person...
13.
Sea of consciousness.
Announcer (about Begotten): A remarkable achievement
which draws together the stories of epic literature, the boundaries of poetry
and experimental film and breaks all molds furnishing celluloid with new
possibilities. These visions of suffering give way to equally impassioned
images of rebirth.
I just want to go away
I just want to go away
Atheist: And a soft kiss to me can honestly stop time
and space, at times I can be so overwhelmed by the sensation of being alive, that I cry or I laugh or I
scream or I just breathe deeply and no, I never once imagined that to be
supernatural.
14.
Wake up! There is light outside now.
Therapist: And now that you have seen it all, and you
have seen yourself from the outside,
you are ready to be conscious because you will stop sabotaging your own being and then the
nightmares will go away
and also your spine will be as good as new, so when I
am finished counting down from 3 to 1 you will finally open your eyes and your
mind
and be ready to be free. So here we go, 3, 2, 1.
SPECIAL
THANKS: PRB (best mom
ever).Family and Friends. To the brilliant minds of Ayn Rand, Pat Condell,
Richard Dawkins, A. Jodorowsky, D. Lynch, G. Noe, E. Mehriger, T. Browning,
Richard Linklater and many more. Friends who added their musical talent, Martha
Lucía, Oscar Zapata, Thony Barrón, Luis Bambi, Jairo Padilla./Thanks for
listening.
DECLAN
BERDELLA_INDIGO. (2012)
Produced and Mixed by Adolfo “Pillo” Berthier & Declan B. at Atrapa Sueños Records, in Zac. México.
All songs recorded at Declan´s bedroom
in Zacatecas, except for vocals in tracks 2 & 9 recorded at Atrapa Sueños
Studio , Zac, Zac. México. Mastering: E.A.G.B. at Atrapa Sueños
Studio. All songs recorded
between the winter of 2011 and the summer of 2012. Album concept conceived and
developed by Declan Berdella. Printed in México. All rights reserved. Zacatecas, México 2012.
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ALBUM
ART: Digital design by
Playmo. Front and back cover photos and inside photos by Yamille Marmont.
Concept by Yamille Marmont & Declan Berdella.
Movie
samplers:
Thirteen Women (1932) Peg Entwistle
Waking life (2003) Richard Linklater
Inland Empire (2009) David Lynch
Irreversible (2007) Gaspar Noe
Begotten (1997) Elias Mehriger
Freaks (1932) Tod Browning
Jesus Camp (2006) Rachel Grady & Heidi Ewing
