music

don’t want to be a rapper.

Frausto 18 Comments

don’t wanna be a rapper.

i’m a strange parable;
alien, descendent of allegory.
illegal contraband, inside my mother’s womb
when my parents crossed across
for me to go over these mental borders and hurdles.

“always running” past “the house on mango st.”
we are that “rose that grew from concrete.”
“holler if you hear me”-
“the pedagogy of the oppressed”;
“anarchist cookbook”;
and about a million and one manifestos and “fictions.”
“the teachings of don juan”;
and “thus spoke zarathustra”-
“the nausea of my metamorphosis.”
i am “the stranger.” i am “the stranger.”
“savage inequalities,” “savage detectives”-
“los de abajo,” and this is just
“life and death on the south side of chicago,”
and this is just
“life and death on the south side of chicago.”

yo, i don’t want to be a rapper like the ones on TV.
i want to be more like dickinson, well like emily,
have you go get my poetry from the library,
have you go get my poetry from the library.
‘cause i try so hard to just be ,
but i must admit it starts feeling so lonely.
‘cause i try so hard to just be ,
but i must admit it starts feeling so lonely.

read a book;
fuck a hook,
and be introspective.
i want to live
in a world
where people aren’t afraid to think.
fuck following a leader or the state.
this president has left us disappointed,
and most the populous- alienated and disenfranchised.
the manipulation of the working class poor
by segregating them,
imprisoning them
until finally silencing them,
and making them feel like aliens
on this planet. in this country,
there is no education,
simply indoctrination,
so pledge allegiance every morning,
and say your prayers in the evening;
and do it for god and country,
and not for liberty,
and not for democracy,
and especially not for the people
‘cause that would be so communist.
but i resist;
raise a fist,
and keep on fighting anyway.
‘cause i resist;
raise a fist,
and keep on fighting everyday.
‘cause i resist
raise a fist,
and keep on fighting anyway.
so i resist;
raise a fist,
and keep on fighting everyday.

06.19.13.

nada + nada pues 0.

Frausto 6 Comments

nada + nada pues 0.

no somos nada.
lo vemos todo.
todo lo vemos,
y no hacemos nada.

no hacemos nada
por tanto miedo.
por tanto miedo
ya no hacemos nada.

y aquí nos quedamos,
después de tantos años,
en el mismo lugar
en cual empezamos,
pero aun peor porque ya estamos
mucho mas viejos que cuando empezamos.

y yo solo quiero ser alguien que pueda ser,
no tenga que esconder,
o fingir y tener que mentir
pa’ no ser juzgado por el otro.
porque además yo nunca jamás
pedí ser calificado por los demás.

yo solo quiero ser alguien que pueda ser,
yo solo quiero ser alguien que pueda ser,

ser mi mismo.

no somos nada.
lo vemos todo.
todo lo vemos,
y no hacemos nada.

no hacemos nada
por tanto miedo.
por tanto miedo
ya no hacemos nada.

no quiero mucho:
familia, amigos, y vivir tranquilo.
no quiero mucho;
un poco de espacio para descansar después
        de tanto trabajo.
no quiero mucho;
no quiero perder mi familia, amigos, y vida
        tranquila por tanto trabajo.
yo quiero al mar. quiero escuchar como
        canto yo;
quiero a la luna y quiero al sol;
quiero a las cosas que no entiendo yo.
quiero a lo raro,
a lo extraño; a los que nunca
cabrán en un solo lugar;
a lo que no se puede describir
        o explicar
porque se tiene que vivir.
porque se tiene que vivir
para entender y sentir.
para entender y sentir,
para entender y sentir.

no somos nada.
lo vemos todo.
todo lo vemos,
y no hacemos nada.

no hacemos nada
por tanto miedo.
por tanto miedo
ya no hacemos nada.

05.22.13.

cause what the fuck is going on, and how do i explain it in a song?

Frausto 11 Comments

cause what the fuck is going on,
and how do i explain it in
a song?

i don’t promote conspiracy theories,
but it’s hard imagining
that this is all mere coincidence-
an unfortunate accident
or even intelligent design.

how scientists explain the mind,
and how we’ve understood space and time,
i am of those folks that will never march in line.
some of us gotta move our feet to the beat
        of our own
heart/imagination.

i was once a child, and they tried to
                      take mine;
erase or fade any memory
of the innocence of childhood-
the loss of memory and the loss of innocence
                      of childhood.

i don’t promote conspiracy theories,
but it’s hard to comprehend how this is happening.

this is not my country.
this is not my nation.
this is just how we promote isolation.

and this is where we’re from,
and this is where we’re from,
and this is where you’re from.
this is where i’m from.

i am just the saddest song
sung to the happiest melody.
irony? sarcasm?

“i am just that song that don’t know it don’t belong.”

and this is where…

does the future ever make you feel trapped?

05.22.13.

untitled.

Frausto 3 Comments

untitled.

this one’s for the parasites
living inside my brain.
all of those negative thoughts
that got me here enslaved.
all of those thoughts
that simply just won’t go away.
all of those thoughts
that make a hermit want a cave.

04.03.13.

san francisco.

Frausto 6 Comments

san francisco.

you’re a lonely bird,
and i’m a lonely bird.
yo’ we’re all just such lonely birds,
so why don’t we all just flock together
(like birds of the same feather),
and withstand this weather.
let’s travel south and
then maybe west.
let’s go insane,
and give each other new names.
let’s baptize ourselves under flames,
and emerge from the ashes
as two phoenixes.
(let’s go crazy like joaquin phoenix is.)
‘cause you’re a lonely bird,
and i’m a lonely bird,
so why don’t we just flock together.
(baby, why don’t we just fuck together.)
sorry, but it’s hard
to stay so damn positive ,
trying to repel all this negative
energy some folks project,
but we try
to forgive not forget,
and to grow from what we learn;
get beyond our dark thoughts.
break on through like jim morrison
      and william blake.
love at all costs and whatever it takes.
let’s fly south,
then out west;
maybe stop at san francisco.
it’s been so long since i’ve been.

03.13.13.

right before the robots (nuclear take over).

Frausto 6 Comments

right before the robots (nuclear take over).

yo, i just want to write a funny song,
not so much comical, but one
that’ll bring a smile to someone’s face;
a song to remind us life’s worthwhile.
and i’m not trying to stand on no
        pedestal or some soapbox
because i completely understand we walk
        on the shoulders of great humans.
and really, we are such a tiny speck
        when we consider a human as an
        individual.

because there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.

just a tiny speck of dust;
grain of sand
passing through this vast universe,
but should i feel anymore
or any less insignificant
than an ant sliding through sand
like grains through the fingers of
my hand.
perhaps, i better sit and meditate
        on that one, huh?

because it’s all about what works best for you.
catch your own wave.
find your own beat,
and jump in when you’re ready
on this universal ride/jam.
because it’s all about what works best for you.
catch your own wave.
find your own beat,
and jump in when you’re ready
on this universal ride/jam.

because there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.

until we understand the earth is a
living organism,
not like you or me,
but alive.

02.20.13.

An Itch On the Mind.

Frausto 57 Comments

An Itch on the Mind

What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.

Well, I’m not really sure or feel secure in making a judgement,
Taking a stand, or claiming a position.
Can’t I just remain in the middle
Like Switzerland, be neutral.
Be a neutron without gang affiliation
Or nationalistic tendencies.
No one gets to choose my identity
Except for me. Except for me,
And all my past unconscious traumas,
Yet unresolved.
We’ve all got issues, some baggage,
But that’s no excuse to allow our governments to go on a rampage,
And drop bombs on civilians.
Gotta pay attention. Gotta pay attention.
Over complicated being human,
And now we’re all so disconnected,
And I’d just like to get back-
Back to when it wasn’t all such doom and dreary
Because all this darkness weighs heavy on the soul;
Makes the people weary.
The masses need some light;
Some celebration that isn’t so hollow and empty
To remind us of communion and community
Regardless of religion, race, or country.
Something, anything that isn’t hallmark or a god damn commercial,
But real, sincere, and honest
For a change.
Real, sincere, honest
For a change.

What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.

When I start to see
Beyond what stands there
Before you and me,
Between you and I,
And why is there so much space,
Or sometimes hardly enough.
How does one escape this place
Or do we just learn to bury it all and stuff?

What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.

08.06.14

Crumbling Ivory Towers.

Frausto 14 Comments

Newest lyrics from song on Wednesday with Pepetorias.

Crumbling Ivory Towers (Continents Are Just Big Islands).

Wisdom means nothing on an island.
So isolated from the heart is the mind,
And if it takes more time,
Well, I don’t really mind
As long as at the end, we get it right.

Why are we in such a hurry?
Always in such a rush?
To collapse and crash?
Get it over with?
But there’s so much more to this,
So much more to this life of ours.
Reach for stars and melt the bars.
Live like lions instead of cowards.
Free the Earth. Remove the chains.
Expand your love. Release the pain,
And start to look at everything
With new eyes. See through lies.
You realize time’s a device
To keep one occupied,
But there’s so much more to this.
There’s so much more to this.

Wisdom means nothing on an island.
So isolated from the heart is the mind,
And if it takes more time,
Well, I don’t really mind
As long as at the end, we get it right.

Let’s do something that matters-
Something that makes a difference.
Let’s be that difference,
And bring about the change
We’ve been promised for so long
By politicians, pastors, preachers, ministers, and teachers.
Bob Dylan said it’d be blowing in the wind
For the times, they are changing.
And once we were slaves, now we are free.
Once were the subjects, now let’s run these schools,
And educate ourselves to learn-
Not to be assessed in order to pass
When life’s the most important test,
Which can only be assessed
And evaluated through our collective happiness.
Please excuse my arrogance.
Please excuse my arrogance.

Wisdom means nothing on an island.
So isolated from the heart is the mind,
And if it takes more time,
Well, I don’t really mind
As long as at the end, we get it right.

07.30.14.

Untangling Trauma.

Frausto 25 Comments

Lyrics from newest song with Pepetorias. Took me a while to type them up, but here they go. Hopefully track will be completed tonight, but just might to come up with a brand new one.

Untangling Trauma.

I’m the rock and the hard place,
So all be damned
When we blindly follow along
Just to get on,
Just to get by-
Choose to live a lie
Haunted by an eternal question:
WHY?

Writing is easy,
But singing is hard.

Let me put all of my words within a box.
I hope you let me fill it all up with all of my dreams
Within these four walls,
So we can create our own universe.
You know we can imagine a different way. A better way
That would be our own.
We think we’re so grown,
But still act like little kids-
Afraid of forming opinions
For fear of opposing ones.

When I was 16,
I used to be so angry.
Who am I kidding?
I’m still fucking angry.

But I don’t want to be so angry
For the rest of my life.
I got a son who means the world,
Deserves the world, and with a fucking smile
Even when I’m not feeling up to it.
He deserves the best of whatever world we can invent.
Try to battle out all of my demons,
So as to not have to repeat them,
Or transmit them to him.
I want him to be free of all of my emotional baggage.
I don’t want society to place limits for him-
For how high the ceiling should be,
But then neither should I.
I mean I gotta try
To see the light,
And make the world bright
With illuminated sentences and phrases.
I mean I’m not that little kid anymore,
And the weight of my past should not burden me.
If I’m to become the type of parent I want to be,
I can’t be
of the lonely lost dark empty anymore.
I’ve got friends, a son, and wife,
And soon we’ll have a daughter.
I’m not so lonely anymore,
Or even lost.
Perhaps a bit out of touch,
But it’s not so dark
Inside of my heart.
Some space’s opened up,
And it’s growing each day.

07.16.14.

Translations.

Frausto 18 Comments

So here are the translations for Cuando Las Leyes Se Escriben and Quien Se Acuerda, which some readers requested. The originals in Spanish were posted on July 10.

Quien Se Acuerda?:

Who Remembers?

Who remembers when we were?
Who remembers what we were?
What we are?
Will continue being?

Like a wave from the sea,
Or a rolling stone
That on the journey is found.
Like a breeze from the wind,
A caress and a kiss
From the planet and universe,
An instant and a moment
Well it’s the same thing
If our love is eternal.

You want me.
I want you.
I love you.
You love me,
And like birds, both of us,
Grow out wings
So as to no become entangled
Amongst the vines
Of our garden.

Until we become
Oxygen for both of us
To survive,
To be able to exist.

Without you I don’t want to go on.

You have me.
I have you,
And that’s how we’ll go on
Like waves from the sea
Or rolling stones
That on the journey found each other.

Who remembers when we were?
Who remembers what we were?
When what we are,
Will continue being
Is the only thing that matters.

And our little family.

07.02.14 Translated 07.15.14

Cuando Las Leyes Se Escriben:

When Laws Are Written

Look, look how it falls,
The people cower,
And the lie stretches itself.
The lie stretches out.

There must not be room here
For all of the people
To exist
Always united?

Oh what a world, so confused.
We want to live in peace,
But with so many wars-
Well, we can’t anymore.

And where will we fit
Within this system without brakes?
Where will we end
If we’ve never been taken into account
When the laws are written
And they get invented?

Look, look how it falls,
The people cower,
And the lie stretches itself.
The lie stretches out.

I didn’t come,
They brought me here,
And I didn’t choose where I was born.
I am a citizen of the world.

I decide
How I identify myself,
In which language I explain myself,
And with what tongue I describe
The universe, which I explore
While I’m dreaming and awake.

While I’m dreaming and awake,
I go out and navigate
With a pen and a thousand words,
With my eyes like a camera,
So I don’t forget.
So I won’t now forget.

Look, look how it falls,
The people cower,
And the lie stretches itself.
The lie stretches out.

07.09.14 Translated 07.15.14