Juan Shamán - "Reëvolución"

September 9th., 2006

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1. The Fable of the Three Thirsty Ones (Carrousel) 4:30
2. The Happicide 4:13
3. Drops of Clay 4:41
4. Locked Inside a Caprice 3:39
5. You Came and Sadness You Broke 5:11
6. The Deluge 5:00
7. Garden (Deep World) 4:59
8. The Flight (The Assumption) 5:57
9. Reëvolution 5:48 - Listen to this song in Myspace!
10. Of Silver and Gold 4:43
11. The Clock Has Struck Twelve 5:40
12. Uncle Coyote, Burned Ass (extra) 4:14

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Note to the translation:  Since these lyrics are very rhythmically Spanish-oriented, rendering them into English is not easy.  Rhyme and rhythm have been kept more or less faithfully with the help of minimal punctuation.

Translation by Jenaro A. Díaz-Ducca.

 

 

You can buy Juan Shamán's "Reëvolución" at Librería Claraluna, Calle de la Amargura, San Pedro.

Price: 4000 colones.

PciProduced by Juan Shamán. Lyrics and music: Juan Shamán.
Voices, guitars, keyboards, drums, sequences, and Latin percusion: Jenaro A.Díaz-Ducca.
Guest musicians: Leonardo Madrigal (bass in 1, 2, 3); Ronny Ugalde (alto sax in 5); Esteban "Chato" González (guitars in 12).
Recorded between January 2005 and August 2006 at Castillo de Cartón Music,
San José, Costa Rica. castillodecarton@yahoo.com
Recording engineer: Juan Kadejos. Mixed by Juan Shamán and Juan Kadejos.
Masterizing and editing: Jerry Ramírez at Moon-letmusic@gmail.com, San Francisco de Dos Ríos, San José.
Cover, booklet, and photo: Gregorio Díaz-Ducca. correo@ticomic.com - Original design and cover concept: Jenaro.
Contact: http://www.juanshaman.com - http://www.myspace.com/juanshaman1 - info@juanshaman.com
© 2006 All rights reserved - Castillo de Cartón Music - ACAM

Juan Shamán is Jenaro A. Díaz-Ducca.

Juan Shamán es Jenaro A. Díaz-Ducca.

 

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The Fable of the Three Thirsty Ones (Carrousel)

Once upon a time in a desert
Three thirsty ones pushed each other,
And each one of them fought
For his turn to drink water

There goes the cold bottle
From mouth to mouth:
My, your lips kiss it
Or that other’s

Around and around it goes, carrousel,
I burn inside my skin
Caprice of unfaithful love
between the bitter and the sweet

This thirst doesn’t quench,
This draught doesn't end,
Everyone only prays
And more tired he gets

Blind people’s games:
Cause at the end
Nobody wins
Although all lose

(Today it’s somebody else’s
Although it was mine yesterday,
It comes and goes
And then comes back again)

Around and around it goes, carrousel,
I burn inside my skin
Caprice of unfaithful love
between him, her, and him

Around and around it goes, carrousel,
I burn inside my skin
Caprice of unfaithful love
between the bitter and the sweet

 

The Happicide

O Happiness
You’re one day’s flower,
Without notice you fade
When I wanted you the most

Happiness
You’re the charming bird
That swiftly flies away
When I wanted to get near

They run and roll
Burning your face,
The drops of fire
That lied in your eyes

Happiness,
You’re the voice at my window,
When I wanted to heed you
You laugh and fall silent

Happiness, you are
The shy butterfly
That I would like to impale
And keep in my showing case

For ever
To love and admire you
Celebrate you in cold blood
And in art

They run and roll
Burning your face,
The drops of fire
That lied in your eyes

And now what are you going to do?

 

Drops of Clay

I heard some drops spilling
Then I saw them hide
Among the quiet pores
Of the dry earth

And they touched, salty
An aged seed
Archaic desire
Buried memory

The earth trembles:
The Mother wakes up
Screaming stems and leaves
And flowers and essences

The earth trembles:
It opens and renews herself
Screaming stems and leaves
And flowers and essences

I saw hanging from your eyes
A sun, a promise,
I saw our skin turn
Into a piece of clay

That shaped by your hands, by mine
By glances and drops
That complete and broken
Join and approach

The earth trembles:
The Mother wakes up
Screaming stems and leaves
And flowers and essences

The earth trembles:
It opens and renews herself
Screaming stems and leaves
And flowers and essences

This hope is for both of us,
This promise is for both of us…

 

Locked Inside a Caprice

Your pulse may be a weathercock,
Your crying, a sea,
Your pain may be a planet
That won’t stop spinning

Your sight may get obscured,
Your song may roar,
Your solitude can be a flute player
That wants to charm you

Air breaks chains,
And rocks wears away the dew:
You’re locked inside a caprice
That is turning into a punishment

Your god may be mute
And a poet the devil,
I can kiss you fiercely
A kiss never forgotten

The storm may crash,
Your heart may fall silent,
You can dive into silence
And feel that the best’s yet

Yet to come, rocking you,
Tolling its sweet bells:
Let flap your courtains
So through your window I may come

Air breaks chains,
And rocks wears away the dew:
You’re locked inside a caprice
That is turning into a punishment

Break your chains:
Free you’ll be,
Break your chains:
Free, free, free…

 

You Came and Sadness You Broke

In my night an angel came
And sat upon my head,
And gave me some answers
So that I could change

In my silence came a flame
And illuminating my soul
Gave me burning secrets
To receive your calm

Calm follows your storm,
Devouring without a pause
My heart that loves
You miles away,
Away your kisses
Sugar your breasts
Crimson your roses
Coldness your winters

In a glimpse a desire came
And stayed with me,
It’s light on my pupils,
I’m a witness here

Of when suddenly you came
And planted your flag
And over this bare beach
The first one you were

To turn my Old World into a New one,
To turn my Old World into a New one

(It’s) Crashing down your storm,
Devouring without a pause
My heart that loves
You miles away,
Away your kisses
Sugar your breasts
Crimson your roses
Coldness your winters

 

The Deluge

A teardrop that parts
And boards the afternoon,
It joins the street
And then shuts up

The pain of dawn
When peace returns
The colour of your eyes
Of cloud-less skies

Here comes the deluge,
It floods everything and nothing
Remains dry in this world
Which without you’s nothing

Night arrives softly
So velvety wise,
Of creases full
With my water

(Full) Of all that is gone
And that’s announced again,
And promises to tell me
Your Secret someday

Here comes the deluge,
It floods everything and nothing
Remains dry in this world
Which without you’s nothing

 

Garden (Deep World)

Defined indefinition
That burns my heart
And makes me feel
Prisioner of your fire

Lost in the heat
Pearled with sweat,
It gives me strength
So then

Then I open my mind
And it’s wet with rain,
You’re drawing new furrows
And fertile you’ll grow

Insolent crop
Of laughs that I won’t
Forget for
As long as I live

Knowing there aren’t such
Exits as I thought
Infallible keys
For me

So I can run away
And confine myself again
In this garden of yours
The center of the world

Then I open my mind
And it’s wet with rain,
You’re drawing new furrows
And fertile you’ll grow

Oh, deep World,
Oh, deep World, …

 

The Flight (The Assumption)

Walking one day I found you
Sweating in the middle
Of this great grey
Valley of cement

You tore off your clothes
Wind took them away,
(You were the) Only living statue
In this moment

You’re starting to elevate
Up in your flight,
You leave behind all glances
Looking up to the sky

You’ll mark your path
Eclipsing all stars,
I’ll be your confidant
In your prettiest nights

We’ll be separated
And yet be as one:
I, your feet on the ground,
You, in the infinite my eyes

You’re starting to elevate
Up in your flight,
You leave behind all glances
Looking up to the sky

You’d be the divine nymph
Angel of the blue
Siren of cosmos
The star of my life

You’d be…

 

Reëvolution

I found in your whispers and moans
The adequate tribute
That drenches my thirst
And absolves my sin

During this turn of the globe
I’m just one of many
Who solve their problems
With prays and weeping

To live our Reëvolution
The last Miracle
Earthly paradise
Of Will and Purpose

May our feast of bread do
As a discount
For what we’ve all paid
In neglect and scorn

It’s not the hour yet
Of this, our Fate:
Today silk sheets cover us,
Tomorrow, linen shrouds

To live our Reëvolution
The last Miracle
Earthly paradise
Of Will and Purpose

So be it: be it so,
May arms surround earth,
Protect my brosters*
From those who hate, curse, and err

Let’s break free, O brothers,
From those who hate, curse, and err,
Let’s break free, O sisters
From those who hate, curse, and err

(This is) A love song
A love under the sun,
To generate a Reëvolution,
Reëvolution, in you I trust

*Bro(thers and si)sters

 

 

Of Gold and Silver

Last night I dreamt I was made of silver,
(I dreamt),
I wanted to see the stars
And touch them

Until I found your cold mouth
Over the water:
Streams of words
To silence her

We went down this river
So long ago:
The wind tasted differently
On my lips

You finally kissed me
The way you begged,
And my voice of fire was
A warm flame

I made you feel secure
(for you dreamt)
That the water, the stars and the world
Of silver were made

We went down this river
So long ago:
The wind tasted differently
On my lips

And in those days you and I
Golden we loved
And golden we felt
Our lives and souls
Our lives and souls

 

The Clock Has Struck Twelve

I don’t understand the voids
You fill with wantings,
I don’t understand your wishes
Of being just an appearance

My shadow is not enough
To cool you down,
I ignore the sense
Of not feeling love

The clock has struck twelve,
You’ve got left on your glass just one drop,
The clock has struck twelve,
You’ve got left just one drop,
Drink it very slow(ly)

I don’t hear the silence
You seek with your song,
I don’t suppose you know
If I miss you, and how much

I don’t see the ways out
When you build up your walls,
I don’t decipher your handwriting
So dark and so cold

The clock has struck twelve,
You’ve got left on your glass just one drop,
The clock has struck twelve,
You’ve got left just one drop,
Drink it very slow(ly)

 

Uncle Coyote*, Burned Ass (Dedicated to MAR and Pinocho)**

Once upon a time there was a little angel
Who thought he was above the clouds,
But he didn’t know of the storm
That was closing in

Once upon a time there was a little angel
Who thought he was a god,
But he didn’t know that his wings
Were borrowed

You weren’t an angel
But a devil,
You weren’t an angel
But a devil,
Poor Uncle Coyote
With your ass burned

Justice wasn’t blind
And neither bought (Was it?),
Those who misbehaved
She punished (Or did she not?)

Mother was no longer the slave
Among nightmares she woke,
Or simply by
Kicking her butt

You weren’t an angel
But a devil,
You weren’t an angel
But a devil,
Poor Uncle Coyote
With your ass burned

Your friends were Judas and you were Pilate,
Your friends were Judas and you were Pilate,
Poor little plucked angel
Poor Uncle Coyote
With your ass burned

Fatherland, I dreamt I dreamt,
I dreamt I dreamt you dreamt

 

* Uncle Coyote: Traditional and literary character depicted by Carmen Lyra in "Cuentos de mi Tía Panchita".

** MAR and Pinocho: Nicknames for two famous Costa Rican politicians suspected of corruption.

 

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