FASTER PUSSYCAT

HOUSE OF PAIN

It's a little past supper time

I'm still out on the porch steps sittin' on my behind,

Waiting for you

Wondrin' if everything's alright,

Moma said, "Come in boy, don't waste your time,

"I said, "I've got time. Well he'll be here soon"

Five years old and talkin' to myself

where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't you tell?

I'm not tryin' to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame

No, there's no one home in my house of pain

I didn't write these pages and my script's been re - arranged

No, there's no one home in my house of pain

No, there's no one home in my house of pain.

Wasn't I worth the time?

A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time,

I looked up to you

I paced my room a million times

and all I ever got was one big line, the same old lie

How could you?

Well I was eighteen years and still talkin' to myself

Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't ya tell?

I'm not tryin' to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame

No, there's no one home in my house of pain

I didn't write these pages and my script's been re-arranged

No, there's no one home in my house of pain

No, there's no one home in my house of pain.

I'm not tryin' to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame

No, there's no one home in my house of pain

I didn't write these pages and my script's been re - arranged

No, there's no one home in my house of pain

No, there's no one home in my house of pain

No, there's no one home in my house of pain

No, there's no one home in my house of pain.

Well if I've learned anything from this, shh, it's how to grow up on my own.

LONG GONE

FAIR WARNING




There ain't my land in this city lights

It's bringing back your face sometimes

Memories of the thousand nights long gone

And there's a feeling I go by

I still can see your shining eyes

I can feel my heart's still holding on



We didn't need warning

When we found that love was gone

We never found the reason

But that time we buy

And time's never wrong

babe



Wherever we go. whatever we find

We never made it till the morning

Whatever we do, we cannot deny

Believing in love would've ever strong

Long gone



The world is on the turn and trying

Crossing with the morning light

To wash away the souls absence in the sand

And as I see them rising high

I turn away to close my eyes

I guess one day my heart will understand



We didn't need warning

When we found that love was gone

We never found the reason

But that time we buy

And time's never wrong

babe



Wherever we go. whatever we find

We never made it till the morning

Whatever we do, we cannot deny

Believing in love would've ever strong

Now it's goneAnd we find ourselves free world

The road, the land

As we're wishing back the time

Ooo

Long gone


Wherever we go. whatever we find

We never made it till the morning

Whatever we do, we cannot deny

Believing in love would've ever strong



Now it's gone

And we find ourselves free world

The road, the land

As we're wishing back the time

When you

long gone

ORGASMOS OSCUROS

MASACRE
SACRO
1995

Salvados

en el valle de las almas,

jadeantes, felices,

escenas de júbilo

a la derecha del Mesías

a la izquierda del caduco

Mundo,

podrás

tú ver

aquel

sepelio

camino de llanto

al doliente

Más sublime

e inalcanzable

al eterno

descanso

Del olvido, en un claustro

De madera, símbolos

de fe e imágenes

santas en lágrimas

te rodean flores

frescas a tu morada paso a paso

tomas de la mano

Tu camino,

suplicas

a los cielos,

cenizas

Procreación marchita

de flores, lágrimas, lamentos

entristecen tu descanso eterno

morada de rezos

Procreación marchita

de flores, lágrimas, lamentos

Muere!!!


Orgasmos Oscuros


Virtuosidad

de imágenes

de alabanzas

se elevan

al cielo

de agobio

humanidad doliente

fijas tu fe en

yesos e imágenes

santas, esclavas...

CRONICA DE LA MUERTE

Las costumbres y tradiciones funerarias en Antioquia, nos permiten hacer una lectura del entorno social la cual se encuentra circuscrita.

Desde los cementerios se nota la evolución socioeconómica y, más recientemente, de aspectos relacionados con la desadaptación social.

Las creencias y mitos referentes a la muerte mantienen en el tiempo la misma constante de misterio y de incógnitas sobre el más allá.
Con el narcotráfico se observaron fenómenos desafiantes e irreverentes por esos espacios y costumbres. La industrialización y la modernización introdujeron la comercialización de estos servicios, así como técnicas en el manejo, cremación de cadáveres y refinamiento en el protocolo fúnebre.

Los camposantos experimentaron cambios: la categorización de los mismos en cementerios de ricos y de pobres desapareció. Los de elite dieron cabida a cadáveres de jóvenes de otros niveles socioeconómicos y la práctica de la cremación dejó terrenos ociosos que se disputa el crecimiento urbano.

Durante la ceremonia religiosa o la inhumación del cuerpo se interpreta música popular, rock, salsa y hasta regatón que era de gusto del difunto.
Las tradiciones y costumbres funerarias en Medellín, entre los siglos XVIII XIX y de mediados del XX, se caracterizaron por finas costumbres muchas de ellas nacida del ceremonial y protocolo funerario de la vieja Europa medieval.

Antes que la Villa de la Candelaria tuviera cementerio, era costumbre enterrar los cuerpos a la entrada de los templos. Todavía puede observarse aquí en los primeros templos católicos las criptas y tumbas de los antiguos moradores.