MCALPINE w ULATE
To the
Mountains
Lizzy McAlpine
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Lizzy McAlpine
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ILUSTRACIONES DE
GLORIANA ULATE A. Basado en la música de Lizzy McAlpine POEMARIOS DURAZNO w SAN JOSÉ COSTA RICA
Editor Poemarios Durazno Ilustraciones Gloriana Ulate A. Diagramación y diseño de la carátula Gloriana Ulate A.
Songbook Derechos © 2021 Derechos de esta edición © 2021 Poemarios Durazno Todos los derechos reservados Publicado en San José, Costa Rica 2021, por Ediciones Poemarios Durazno, Calle 12 No. 34-56 Tels.:34568709 - 27446578 Impreso en San José, Costa Rica Edición disponible 7 9 10 8 4 ISBN 0-525-449886-9
PARA ELLA
PRIMERA CANCIÓN
Pull the plug in September I don’t wanna die in June I’d like to start planning my funeral I’ve got work to do Pull the plug, make it painless I don’t want a violent end Don’t say that you’ll always love me ‘Cause you know I’d bleed myself dry for you over and over again Doomsday is close at hand I’ll book the marching band to play as you speak I’ll feel like throwing up You’ll sit and stare like a goddamn machine I’d like to plan out my part in this But you’re such a narcissist You’ll probably do it next week I don’t get a choice in the matter Why would I? It’s only the death of me Only the death of me
Pull the plug but be careful I don’t wanna die too soon I think there’s good in you somewhere I’ll hang on ‘til the chaos is through Doomsday is close at hand I’ll book the marching band to play as you speak I’ll feel like throwing up You’ll sit and stare like a goddamn machine I’d like to plan out my part in this But you’re such a narcissist You’ll probably do it next week I don’t get a choice in the matter Why would I? It’s only The death of me was so quiet No friends and family allowed
Only my murderer, you, and the priest who told you to go to hell
And the funny thing is I would’ve married you If you’d have stuck around I feel more free than I have in years Six feet in the ground Doomsday is close at hand I booked the marching band to play as you speak I feel like throwing up You sit and stare like a goddamn machine I’d have liked to plan out my part in this But you’re such a narcissist That you did it on Halloween I had no choice in the matter Why would I? It’s only the death of me
SEGUNDA CANCIÓN
Why am I awake? Nails on the floor and soot on my tongue. I don’t know his name but I still taste the rum. Nothing there but skin. Skeletons crawl on the ceiling, they know that him and his aftershave hit like a drug.
Don’t answer me. I’m calling just to hear you scream. And you’re fading but he feels like you in between I’ve said too much. In and out of wanting us. Now you’re fading and I wonder who will erase me. Who will erase me?
Race you to the end. My innocence waits like it desperately knows that I’ll crash if I don’t let you go.
Don’t answer me. I’m calling just to hear you scream. And you’re fading but he feels like you in between. I’ve said too much. In and out of wanting us. Now you’re fading and I wonder who will erase... Don’t answer me. I’m calling just to hear you scream. And you’re fading but he feels like you in between. I’ve said too much. In and out of wanting us. Now you’re fading and I wonder who will erase me. Oh, who will erase me?
MCALPINE w ULATE
Oh, I’m headed to the mountains I’ll be back in a week or two Don’t you try to reach me ‘cause I won’t pick up for you I’ve got some things I need to do Oh I’m headed to the mountains Where the air is sweet and new Don’t you try to reach me ‘cause I don’t want to talk to you I’ve got some thinking to do
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