Desaparecido Part 2 - The Present
Song about the personified memory of a disappeared
Boom Blast Funk Punk is a one man studio project finished in summer 2004.
Boom Blast Funk Punk is a one man studio project featuring - among others - a 35 minutes rock opera finished in summer 2004. And it is still fun listening.
Story behind the song
A radio feature about the political situation in Uruguay inspired me to write the lyrics for this song. The music just happened ;-)
Lyrics
Scary shadows
Gloomy time
I'd like to rest and
leave myself behind
(But) Everywhere
they're telling me
"Nice to meet you, man!
Long time no see"
At the bridges on the river
Near the highway broad and wide
In suburbs dark and dusty
Every day and every night
On the hills and in the forest
Under trees and in the sun
And it really doesn't matter
if i walk or if i run
I don't know 'em, that doesn't matter
Look familiar, they know me better
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Feed my stomach with emptiness
(what if) all that could have been has happened
Feed my mem'ries with nothing (at all)
(what if) all that could have failed had failed
Desaparecido, desaparecido
"Desaparecido", would you tell-a-me what you mean
Desaparecido, desaparecido
"Desaparecido", would you tell me: what does it mean?
(hey hey hey heyiiiyeah)
Shadows, faces haunting you
People running after you
Asking you questions about the past years
Shadows, faces haunting me
People running after
There must be a meaning to all these affairs
I'm
like a mem'ry of someone they knew
(the leaf in a wood without trees)
They
talk to somebody else that is you
(the hum in a hive without bees)
Summer sun
is shining down
Peaceful place
right in this town
Something weird
I don't know why
Must escape
Though I'm not shy
I don't know what's fake or real
I don't know just what i see
I don't know the right direction
I don't know what's good for me
And I feel like I am fading
And I feel I have to leave
And I feel my time is coming
And I feel a weak belief
What is water without the river
What is coldness without the shiver
What's a guitar without the player
What's a god without the prayer
(What is slaughter without the slayer)
say what, say what, say what, say what
say why, say why, say why, say why
Feed my senses with stunning
(cause) I've felt oh so much that shouldn't be
Feed my two eyes with dark darkness
(cause) I've seen oh so much that must not be
Desaparecido, desaparecido
Desaparecido, you must have had a long way here
Desaparecido, desaparecido
Desaparecido, tell me where have you been last year
hey hey hey heyiiiyeah
Try to think of what has been
Memories of me and them
all have been fading for so many years
Shadows, faces haunting you
People glimpsing after
So much could have happened, so many affairs
I
am the mem'ry of someone they knew
(the leaf in a wood without trees)
They
talk to somebody else that is you
(the hum in a hive without bees)
One big political disaster?
Or a human disease?
Was it a fight? Or just a flight?
A wish for living in ease?
I am seeking for the answer
I am only fearing
parts of thoughts becoming clearer
others disappearing
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