Contra. Vampire Weekend.

1. Horchata.

In December, drinking horchata, I'd look psychotic in a balaclava. Winter's cold is too much to handle, pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals. In December, drinking horchata, look down your glasses at that aranciata. With lips and teeth to ask how my day went, boots and fists to pound on the pavement.

Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten, chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on.

You'd remember drinking horchata, you'd still enjoy it with your foot on masada. Winter's cold is too much to handle, pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals.

Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten, chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on. Oh you had it but oh no you lost it, looking back you shouldn't have fought it.

In December, drinking horchata, I'd look psychotic in a balaclava. But winter's cold is too much to handle, pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals. Years go by and hearts start to harden, those palms and firs that grew in your garden are falling down and nearing the rosebeds. The roots are shooting up through the tool shed. Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went are shouting up through cracks in the pavement.

Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten, chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on. Oh you had it but oh no you lost it, you understood so you shouldn't have fought it.


2. White sky.

Then it’s your business, a modern piece of glasswork. Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing. The elderly sales clerk with eyes full of suspicion, the whole corporation’s giving it permission.

The little stairway, a little bit of carpet, a pair of mirrors that are facing one another. Out in both directions a thousand little Julias that come together in the middle of Manhattan. You waited since lunch, it all comes at once.

Around the corner, the house that modern art built. I ask for modern art to keep it out the closet the people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy, snd on the second floor, the Richard Cera Skate Park. Waited since lunch, it all comes at once.

Along the park walk, ask all of our questions. While all the horses race taxis in the winter. Look up at the buildings, imagine who might live there. Imagining you’re walking on a bowl upon the sing there. You waited since lunch, it all comes at once.


3. Holiday.

Holiday, O, A Holiday! And the best one of the year, dozing off underneath my sheets while I cover both my ears. But if I wait for a holiday could it ever stop my fear? To go away on a summer’s day never seemed so clear.

Holiday, still so far away, our republic on the beach. I can’t forget just how bad it gets when I’m counting on my teeth. But if I wait for a holiday could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer’s day never seemed so clear.

A vegetarian since the invasion, she’d never seen the word bombs. She’d never seen the word bombs blown up. To 96 point Futura, she’d never seen an AK. In a yellowy Day Glo display a t-shirt so lovely it turned all the history books grey.

I’ve got wheels, I’ve got cutter spray and a healthy sense of worth. Half of me is the gasoline but the other half’s the surf, so if I wait for a holiday could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer’s day never seemed so clear.


4. California English.

Wouldn’t ever gag you with a spoon, my only true love. Never really heard you speak that way, it’s unworthy of, funny how that little college girl called language corrupt, funny how the other private schools had no Hapa Club.

Someone took a trip before you came to ski in the Alps, your father moved across the country just to sunburn his scalp. Contra Costa, Contra Mundum, contradict what I say, living like the French Connection, but we’ll die in LA.

Blasted from a disconnected light switch through the condo that they’ll never finish. Bounced across a saudi satellite dish, and through your brain to California English. No one sits inside a freezing flat and stays there ‘til May, leafing through a stack of A-Zs to surf the UK. Waiting with the wind against your face and gel in your hair. Shivering in little undershirts, but don’t seem to care.

Blasted from a disconnected light switch through the condo that they’ll never finish. Bounced across a saudi satellite dish and through your brain to California English. Sweet carob rice cake, she don’t care how the sweets taste. Fake Philly cheese steak, but she use real toothpaste.

Cuz if that Tom’s don’t work, if it just makes you worse, would you loose all of you faith in the good earth. And if it’s all a curse, and we’re just getting worse, baby, please don’t lose your faith in the good earth.

Blasted from a disconnected light switch, through the condo that they’ll never finish. Bounced across a saudi satellite dish, and through your brain to California English.


5. Taxi cab.

Unsentimental, driving around, sure of myself, sure of it now. You stand this close to me, like the future was suppose to be, in the eyes of the Grocery in the block uptown. I remember, remember well. But if I forgotten, could you tell. In the shadow of your first attack, I was questioning and looking back. You said baby we don't speak of that, like a real aristocrat.

Compound to compound, lazy and safe. Wanting leave it? Born in two way? When the taxi door was open wide, I pretended I was horrified, by the uniform clothes outside, of the court yard gate.

You're not a victim, but neither am I. Nostalgic for garbage, desperate for time. I could blame it on your mother's head, or the colors that you father wears. But I know that I was never fair, you were always fine.

Unsentimental, driving around, sure of myself, sure of it now. You stand this close to me, like the future was suppose to be, in the eyes of the Grocery in the blocks uptown. I remember, remember it well. But if I forgotten, would you tell. In the shadow of your first attack, I was questioning and looking back. You were standing on another track like a real aristocrat.


6. Run.

Every dollar counts and every morning hurts. We mostly work to live until we live to work. She said, “You know there’s nowhere else to go”. But changing roles, it struck me that the two of us could run.

Worlds away from cars, and all the stars and bars where a little bit of condensation means so much, and a little bit of change is all your little fingers touch. I said, “You know there’s nowhere else to go”. But changing roles, it struck me that the two of us could run

Honey, with you, is the only way to go. And I could take two but I really couldn’t ever know. Honey, with you and a battered radio, we could try.

So lead my feet away, cuz all they’ll do is stay. And I don’t think your eyes have ever looked surprised. She said, “You know there’s nowhere else to go”. But with her fund, it struck me that the two of us could run.

Honey, with you, is the only honest way to go. And I could take two, but I really couldn’t ever know. Honey, with you, and a battin radio, we could try.


7. Cousins.

AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! AY!

You found a sweater on the ocean floor, they're gonna find it if you didn’t close the door. You and this model sit outside the side, in a house on a street they wouldn’t park on the night. Dad was a risk taker, his was a shoe maker. You greatest hits 2006, little listmaker. Caught in the melody, you wait in the car. You were born with ten fingers and you're gonna use them all.

Interest in colors, I discover myself. If your art life is gritty you'll be toasting my health, if an interest in culture should be lining the walls, when your birth right is interest you could just accrue it all. Me and my cousins, and you and your cousins, it’s a line that is always running. Me and my cousins, you and your cousins, I can feel it coming.

You can turn your back on the biddlewood. You can turn your back on the biddlewood. You can turn your back on the biddlewood. You can turn your back on the biddlewood.

Me and my cousins, and you and your cousins, it’s a line that is always running. Me and my cousins, you and your cousins, I can feel it coming. Me and my cousins, and you and your cousins, it’s a line that is always running. Me and my cousins, you and your cousins, I can feel it coming.


8. Giving up the gun.

Your sword's grown old and rusty underneath the rising sun. It's locked up like a trophy, forgetting all the things it's done. And though its been a long time you’re right back where you started from. I see it in your eyes, now you’re giving up the gun.

When I was 17 I had wrists like steel and I felt complete. And now my body fades behind my brass charade and I’m obsolete. But if the chance remains to see those better days I go to cannons now. My ears are blown to bits from all the rifle hits, still I crave that sound.

Your sword's grown old and rusty underneath the rising sun. It's locked up like a trophy, forgetting all the things it's done. And though its been a long time you’re right back where you started from. I see it in your eyes, now you’re giving up the gun.

I heard you play guitar down at a seedy bar, where skinheads used to fight. Your Tokugawa smile and your garbage style used to save the night. You felt the coming wave, told me we'd all be brave, you said you wouldn’t flinch. But in the years that passed since I saw you last, you haven’t moved an inch.

Your sword's grown old and rusty underneath the rising sun. It's locked up like a trophy, forgetting all the things it's done. And though its been a long time you’re right back where you started from. I see it in your eyes, now you’re giving up the gun.

I see you shining your way, go on go on go on. I see you shining your way, go on go on go on. I see you shining your way, go on go on go on. I see you shining your way, go on go on go on…

Your sword's grown old and rusty underneath the rising sun. It's locked up like a trophy, forgetting all the things it's done. And though its been a long time you’re right back where you started from. I see it in your eyes, now you’re giving up the gun.


9. Diplomat's son.

It’s not right but it’s now or never, and if I wait could I ever forgive myself? On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide, with the light from the TVs buzzing in the house.

Cuz I’m gonna cut it where I can and then I’m gonna duck out behind them. If I ever had a chance it’s now then but I never had the feeling I could offer that to you. To offer it to you would be cruel, when all I want to do is use, use you. He was a diplomat’s son, it was ’81. He was a diplomat’s son, it was ’81.

Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen, I could sleep wherever I lay my head. And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub, let me know that I shouldn’t give up just yet.

Cuz I’m gonna take it from Simon and then I’m gonna duck out behind them. If I ever had a chance it’s now then but I never had the feeling I could offer that to you. To offer it to you would be cruel when all I want to do is use, use you. He was a diplomat’s son, it was ’81. He was a diplomat’s son, it was ’81.

I know, you’ll say I’m not doing it right but this is how I want it. I can’t go back to how I felt before. That night I smoked a joint with my best friend, we found ourselves in bed, when I woke up he was gone. He was the diplomat’s son, it was ’81.

Looking out at the ice-cold water all around me, I can’t feel any traces of that other place. In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river, there’s a car all black with diplomatic plates.


10. I think ur a contra.

I had a feeling once that you and I could tell each other everything for two months. But even without hope, with truth on our side, when you turn away from me, it's not right. I think you're a contra, I think you're a contra, and dear contra, I think you're a contra.

My revolution thoughts live in lies of desire, I wanna trace them to the source and the wire. But it's not useful now since we both made up our minds, you gotta watch out for yourself, so will I. I think you're contra, I think that you lie, don't call me contra till you've tried.

You wanted good schools and friends with pools. You're not a contra. You wanted rock' n' roll, complete control, well, I don't know. Never pick sides, never choose between two, but I just wanted you. Never pick sides, never choose between two, but I just wanted you.

I think you're contra, I think that you lie. Don't call me contra till you've tried.

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Año: 2010.
Procedencia de la banda: Nueva York, Estados Unidos.
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