...out of this world

Out of this world
Smith/Gallup/Bamonte/Cooper/O'Donnell

When we look back at it all as I know we will
You and me, wide eyed
I wonder... Will we really remember how it feels to be this alive?
And I know we have to go, I realize, we only get to stay so long
Always have to go back to real lives where we belong
Where we belong

When we think back to all this and I'm sure we will
Me and you, here and now
Will we forget the way it really is

Why it feels like this and how?
And we always have to go, I realize, we always have to say goodbye
Always have to go back to real lives, but real lives are the reason why
We want to live another life
We want to feel another time
Another time...

When we look back at it all as I know we will

You and me, wide eyed
I wonder... Will we really remember how it feels to be this alive?
And I know we have to go, I realize, we always have to turn away
Always have to go back to real lives, but real lives are why we stay
For another dream, another day
For another world, another way
For another way...

One last time before it's over
One last time before the end
One last time before it's time to go again...

A forest

(Portada del album "Seventeen seconds", The Cure, 1.980)

A forest

Gallup / Hartley / Smith / Tolhurst

Come closer and see

See into the trees

Find the girl while you can

Come closer and see

See into the dark

Just follow your eyes

Just follow your eyes

I hear her voice

Calling my name

The sound is deep in the dark

I hear her voice and start to run

Into the trees

Intro the trees

Suddenly I stop

But I know it´s too late

I´m lost in a forest

All alone

The girl was never there

It´s always the same

I´m running towards nothing

Again and again and again

Interpretada en directo por La Saga en la primavera de 1.990, en la Facultad de Física de Sevilla.

Y así me saco la espinita que dejó clavada el tésnico de sonido del concierto que no sé porqué le tenía manía al volumen del bajo, y en la grabación, en casetttte, no se escuchaba na de na. Veintidos años después, por fin, estoy volviendo a grabar el bajo de aquellas seis canciones...
 

Faith

(Portada del album "Faith", The Cure, 1.981)

Faith

Smith / Gallup / Tolhurst

Catch me if I fall, I'm losing hold

I can't just carry on this way
And every time I turn away

Lose another blind game, the idea of perfection holds me

Suddenly I see you change
Everything at once, the same, but the mountain never moves
Rape me like a child, christened in blood
Painted like an unknown saint, there's nothing left but hope
Your voice is dead and old and always empty
Trust in me through closing years, perfect moments wait

If only we could stay, please, say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand lost forever in a happy crowd

No-one lifts their hands, no-one lifts their eyes
Justified with empty words, the party just gets better and better

I went away alone

With nothing left, but faith...