Pundonor Records

This Charming Man (visita anual obligatoria)

Hoy he dicho adiós a 13 años en Cercanías Madrid. El habitante del hierro y la rutina deja el trasnochar para rebajarse hasta niveles insospechados para llevar traje y corbata (soy un declarado traidor).

El tren sigue… yo sólo cambio de vía. Ha sido bonito ser parte invisible de lo que mueve a esta ciudad.

The earth was on fire, i tried to scream, when i find myself floating in space, in a dream. The earth was on fire, with dust and smoke quickly replacing all of the atmosphere’s air. The clouds of dust somehow erupt from the earth, and surround me. Voices join me in the dust, but there are too many to understand, and the languages are not my own. More and more voices, including mine, call out… dissolving the sounds into one solid tone.