YOURS TO TAKE

My air is getting thinner,
In darkness I remain.
My faith is getting weaker,
Pain my only friend.


I'm a devil you're an angel
You will take me to the end.
Set me free in deepest darkness
I remember what you said,
Don't give me hope give me death.
I'm yours to take away.


I've been standing on the stairway
Looking down at what I've been.
I can see my self in heaven
Yes … I'm yours to take away.
Give me wings to fly away
Or a dream were I can stay.
Give me silence, give me flowers.
I'm one step away from there.


I'm surrounded by the living,
I don't wanna live no more.
I'm holding on to what you got
Spread my ashes in the wind.

1991 written by Phato for Black Mariah(The dirty perverts)

EL ECHO DE VIVIR LA VIDA


Mi abuelo vivio la vida y que vida. Cerca a la muerte, siempre al borde y siempre al dia. Mi padre era jarana y murio jarana. Toda la vida en su rollo y no molestaba. Igual termino en la calle, el no recurrio a nadien. Perdido en si mismo, perdido en una sociedad podrida.
Y esta es mi vida... soy jaranero, mujeriego pero no ciego. No me tapan la voca yo digo lo que quiero. Lo tengo todo y no llevo nada. El mundo es mio y mi lengua es mi espada. He vivido mil amores y mil dolores. Soy la grabadora que relata todo. Hasta que que mi garganta seca de palabras, calla. Es hora de mojar estos labios y dejar todo lo que quiero. En esta vida se vive mucho dolor y el que lo vive ya no siente temor. He estado en los portones del infierno donde el diablo me dio un consejo. Ya no me importa nada. Solo me hice y solo me voy.

UNA NOCHE EN LISBOA

Mi Raiz es el amor al vida, sin mi alegria nos vamos de blanco a negro y que oscuridad. En un mundo lleno de dolor en el cual luchamos separados, sin razón ninguna. Que te da la soledad? y que ganas con ella? Es como pan sin mantequilla, amor sin sexo o dolor sin alegria. Luchando dia tras dia por un sueño en cual no eres nada mas que un simple perdedor. Quien soporta esto? Esto no es vida. Asi que levanta tu copa, ya que esto es vida comprimida, de años de alegria a semanas de locura. Estoy en tierra agena lejos de toda pena, lejos de miradas jusgantes y de sentimientos fingidos. Solo sinceridad, todo sinsero. Un buen rollo sin comerse el coco y sin vender tu alma por una mentira en la cual tu nunca ganas. Sin comerte hasta todas las migas de el hambre que llevas por vida. Vida real no vida fantasia. No vida perdida solamente la cruda y verdadera vida. Sin condimentos ni illuciones. Solamente y simplemente vida.


EL PHATO 2004.

LIFE INSIDE A BAG OF CRAP

HAVE YOU EVER HAD THE FEELING THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN BED. STRANGE DAYS LIKE THIS NOTHING SEEMS TO GO YOUR WAY. IN MY BAG OF CRAP EVERYBODY FALLS HARD, NO MERCY FOR THE GOOD MEN. IMAGINE THE DARKEST, THE MOST DECAYED PLACE. WHERE PREDATORS VIOLATE, WHERE THE STREETS ARE NOT SAFE AND WHERE HAPPINESS IS DEAD.
BUT ALWAYS WE FORGET AS SOON AS A NEW DAY BREAKS.

THIS IS ONE OF THESE DAYS.

AM I WALKING AGAINST THE WIND? OR IS MY KARMA JUST FUCKED UP.
AS SOON AS SOMETHING BRINGS ME JOY AND HAPPINESS THE LIGHTNING STRIKES IT DOWN.
I AINT NOTHING BUT A CLOWN. AN UGLY MARIONETTE IN A RUSSIAN MOVIE, WHERE THE END ALWAYS IS SAD. WHERE THE PICTURE IS BLURRY AND EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE IN BLACK AND WHITE, NO SHADES OF GLORY.
NO SUBTITLES AND NO DUBBING. NO WONDER I NEVER UNDERSTAND A WORD OF WHAT YOU PEOPLE SAY.

THIS IS WHAT WAS GIVEN TO ME.

MY HANDS CAN CREATE BEAUTIFUL THINGS, THINGS YOU PROBABLY NEVER SEE. BECAUSE MY BRAIN-DEAD MIND WON'T ALLOW THE HANDS TO FEEL FREE. AM I MISUNDERSTOOD?
-KNOCK ON WOOD IT IS NOT ME!
THESE DAYS I HATE BEING A HUMAN BEEN! THERE IS NO BREAKFAST IN MY FRIGE, BUT AT LEAST I'VE GOT THE MORNING PAPER, BUT DO I REALLY HAVE TO READ?
GIRL FOUND DEAD IN A DUMPSTER.
THERE YOU SEE, IT IS NOT ONLY ME LIVING IN A BAG OF SHIT.

THE BLOWFLY IS WALKING ALL OVER MY LAST MEAL.
-ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
DO I HAVE A LAST WHISH?
-YES!!! LEAVE MY THE FUCK ALONE. IF YOU PLEASE.


WRITTEN BY EL PHATO 20 FEB 2008.