siempre saliendo
por puertas
que pretenden
ser puertas
supuestamente
abiertas

y alli
vamos

caminando
por caminos
que pretenden
llevarte al
lugar donde
solo los
desviados
llegan

y alli
vamos

con la verdad
que nos dice
algo de ese
mismo lugar
del mismo
desviado

y esos mismos
desviados
te predican el
mismo mensaje
de ese mismo
cristo salvador
y redentor

y que es
ese mismo

el mismo
cristo, el cristo
que pretendemos
ser la puerta donde
pasan aquellos que
siempre, si siempre
van saliendo

saliendo
por puertas que
pretenden ser
puertas supuestamente
muy abiertas

y ese mismo
cristo esta
tambien
y no
solo un poco
muy desviado

pero asi quedamos todos no
con puertas, simplemente
y supuestamente
abiertas

y el cristo sigue siendo
el camino para aquellos
desviados que
buscan nada
mas que
simplemente puertas

que solo supuestamente
estan abiertas
y nada mas

y asi con el cristo
quedamos todos.

como puertas
solo supuestamente
abiertas.

y nada mas.

-luna

welcome to the atlantic, ta-nehisi. i stumbled upon your words here and there before but now it’s nice to see you there alongside sullivan, keeping him in line. or vice versa.

so, yes, today is friday and tv on the radio rocks absolutely. nada mas y nada menos. looking forward to seeing them live for the second time at stubbs here in austin. here’s the vid posted by ta-nehisi today…because it’s friday. nada mas y nada menos.

i first discovered alejandro via his thirteen years and with these hands albums that i stumbled upon at a used cd shop in minneapolis.

i bought both and was hooked.

when i arrived in houston, i quickly purchased the more miles than money anthology. my grandmother had just passed away and i needed music that sounded as real as possible. written in blood as my good friend nietzsche would say.

although i did miss bruce cockburn at the duck when i first arrived to houston (that chance will never come again again said the owner—one can’t live in regret), i did get to see alejandro live there about five times.

i celebrated my birthday there on the bourbonitis blues tour with my friend sue croak. i had a really cool conversation with the cello player in the dart room after the concert. he wasn’t too crazy about the cold treatment they received in minneapolis from the jayhawks, who seemed to be ignorant of alejandro’s place in music history.

it was always a beautiful acoustic set when they played at the duck.

and now, i’m living in alejandro’s hometown of austin and he’s on his “real animal” tour in where according to some critic he sounds, “…joyously saved, if a little cursed…”

don’t we all.

hope we get there in time.