La conocía detrás del bar, ruidosa y rebelde melodía.
Inventaste separarte, dejando hijos e hijas atrás,
estudiaste la zona y llegaste con lo tuyo a descubrir.
Dividiendo escenas, consumías,
fuiste llevadx a la locura,
lagrimas de ciego en las alturas,
pobres jóvenes en el frió,
seguro iban lejos,
o se iban
lejos...
Del mural,
ocupadas ilusiones arrastradas.
Cabecilla enterradx escondidx,
tragado esta vez, viejx ya no podía mas.
El baile desta boa calimbrosa,
cuerpo cercano a la muerte
que vaina con la muerte,
dice joven por ahí, diambulandole al escondite, donde estaban buscando.
quesque fueron tragados también, los que escuchaban tal vaina.
consumidos diariamente hacia los sentidos opuestos; la tierra; en su velocidad relativa sigue a la deriva, protejida por Jupiter titan y sus cuerdas, vibraciones gravitacionales que os cubren con su luz, la gravedad corrompida, la musica.
Donde el dolor al llanto
una vez capturada
el nacimiento de la vida,
como espanto deambula.
llegando a este cuerpo como flama y potencia,
soldando tiempos
en constante movimiento.
la temperatura generada, de miami
una ciudad mustiada por la fermentada humedad dentro de las valvulas de aceite y maquina.
parte 2
Como tanque de guerra sus carros modificaron
cuerpos sobrevivientes de las calles
con las herramientas mecanicas galopaban,
los jinetes en sus corazas,
castillos y fortaleza,
las calaveras sonreian a su vez
la muertr;
en cada revolucion; mil; mil; a mil
aceleraban la ciudad
motor de tanque
carros mutados, admirados como angeles,
del infierno el cielo se nubla,
la lluvia, escama de religiones
cubre con su encanto la fe de condiciones
el ritual
y sus movimientos siempre raspando la houa;
a ver si no quedan mas como esta banda
C R U D
los mas duros y pesados de esta aceitosa y cruda resina de la hoya;
donde los mas duros quedan pegados hasta el final.
but sure some want it to be peaceful, out of this damaging world,
a world filled with anger and deceptions, hate and pleasure for it, imagine that...
but hold on my friend, why focus on the negativity of this world?
have u seen the remaining of or hopeful side?
the beauty of our dying forest,
the wonderfulness of our sacrifices, when it comes to fight oppression, or the machinery of dead, alone, for a better, more included and just world?
have you heard, felt, or read what this means?
to have you family murdered by corrupted officials who serve the oppressor, and in all the pain, all the sorrow, flying like a broken leaf of hope, an imagine of you, that angel who came to inspire you and give you that little motivation to continue, and recover from that devastating lost, and become what it brought you, when you most needed, that revolutionary perfection of enduring hell to reborn stronger than ever...
only because you are still alive.
in a Wastelands:
an inspiring group that creates a cathartic environment, a drug that helps everyone to release that tension created by this stressful bubble we all live, that bubble, now filled with sound, a sound that comes from each of the bands members heart, some can define their sounds as muted, nuts, anarchic, funky, whatever, but in reality, the band is more a sanctuary, where the souls come to rest their pains and extend their existence while listening to the mayhem around...
From Miami, a unique place, where those corrupted criminals from those wars come to buy most of the land, as they stole it from the working class...Miami, where the elite is paired with politicians in order to divide others from each nationality into ghettos and suburbs, like any other part in the world, easy for those police officers, if you haven't had any experience with them, pigs if you have, to maintain their oppression because, of course, the working class can't get jobs that the elite makes, such bullshit shit politicians plan...
This fucking city, amazing if you want to live in your bubble...and more,
pressuring the raising waters you get the mafia of bubble, those who aren't gonna deal with anything civil, but with only violence and restrictions, as we can see it around each of the corners anyone is...
so then, it comes to Nunhex, another punching Miami band that screams and plays for us every blood moon, and helps to rise up those lost bones from any hiatus, a band that motivates us to destroy that whole fucking invisible wall there is...
But don't be disappointed, and be, cause, Miami is a graveyard for amazing bands, one like Testokra, an amazing amazonian one, where their screams and their combination did its work when they were together, making the noise pixels love.
more, more, more...
all of this bands share a member...expanding the forces into multiple areas...
When teens rebel, there is nothing one can do but to pray to the known institutional gods,
those gods among us,
and the ruler of all gods,
a human creation...
...that creative mass we all come from;
evolution and our use of that infinite source of pain and depression, just when things are all right. ah, madness...
so they pray for you, yes you, dependable kid, crying alone in the darkness time of your life, when bullies aren't hitting anyone anymore but everyone is, with their mean tweets and mean comments, you seem to think, 'is there anyone out there?' 'is there anyone out there?'
is it?
Cause to be touched by the night, that cold and seductive cover some feel, around our naked body, illuminated by the melancholic drunkenness of that oval reflection of your desires, that blue moon every selected time, specially around your saddest moment, transforms you, pushes you towards the unknown, to rebel against institutions, to search your truth, and to spark that engine, that phoenix of dust, into the flames of your ire, the flames of your youth, coming together, having that moment of peace, while listening, feeling, something you can control, controlling you, in those naive senses we all forget...and we come into being.
Autrax, with the most lively drum bass, its jumping bass-lane, to the pointing rifts and the melodramatic synth, all balanced by a very deep personal and majestic voice of sadness and rebellion, are calling you to raise your hand and dance around them, everywhere they are...
...and yes, there is no difference between teens and adults, cause we all are one, and we all decide, whether or not you are evil to our life or not...but then, what is is evil?
a person who is bothering you?
or a person who is besides you in the darkness of times?
