Besame mucho — DISK B | Angels, Rain & Aftermath – lyrics
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Druhý disk se přesouvá od neonové noci k prázdnějším, chladnějším prostorům. Mlha, pole, dopisy, okna, mosty, návštěvy, dětské ozvěny a návraty vět, které byly kdysi napsané a už se nedají úplně vzít zpět.
Jestli Disk A vstupuje do pokojů a lidí, Disk B se častěji zastavuje na hranici mezi pamětí a rozhodnutím: otevřít dveře, přejít most, poslat dopis, nechat minulost promluvit — nebo ji konečně pustit.
Tracklist
- Citadel (Piano Opening)
- Open Field, Empty Hands
- Letter Never Sent
- Greeting Card From Nowhere
- Ghost At The Window
- Stone Bridge (First Crossing)
- Visit Of The Old Lady
- Katscho, Katscho! (Childhood Echo)
- Lacanou
- Besame Mucho
- Angel Falls In The Rain
- Face to Face (Cinematic Noir Duet Remix)
- Besame mucho End Credits
Lyrics
01 — Citadel (Piano Opening)
Black light in the room again
as if the day forgot
Outside is only whiteness
not snow — just what I’m not
I sit where all the minutes
learn to hold their breath
A cup goes cold beside me
like a quiet kind of theft
Silence doesn’t answer
it just listens when I fall
So I build it into stone
and call it “citadel”
Citadel
piano on my ribs
Every note a little gate
that never truly gives
Citadel
I keep the world outside
If love knocks softly
I pretend I didn’t hear it
so I can still survive
Fog is a solid key
it locks the fields in place
I dissolve like sugar
without needing to be brave
My coat smells like old endings
my hands like paperproof
Once you write it down
it stops being just a pulse
If I open the door
I’ll owe you a life
If I keep it shut
I’ll owe you a lie
So I play one small chord
and let it stay unfinished
Some hearts are castles
because they’re terrified of witnesses
Citadel
piano on my ribs
Every note a little fire
that refuses to forgive
Citadel
I keep the world outside
But my hands are still reaching
in the dark, in the quiet—
for a place to hide
Citadel…
don’t collapse…
not yet…
02 — Open Field, Empty Hands
The world is ironed white
not snow — just fog that won’t explain
It rolls across the meadows
like it owns my name
I walk through tall wet grass
it strokes my calves with cold
And every step goes splash
like I’m stepping on my own sorrow
No roof, no shadow
no place to hide at all
Only silence listening
when I let myself fall
Open field, empty hands
nothing to hold, nothing to prove
The fog is a solid key
and I turn it, I dissolve
Open field, empty hands
if I drop what I can’t carry
Maybe grief is just a pocket
that finally learned to be light
The trees are blacker outlines
the hills are steep with hush
Down in the valley a stream
keeps saying “don’t, don’t rush”
I used to fill my fingers
with letters, heat, and lies
Now I let them hang beside me
like honest, tired lines
If I reach, I make it real
If I keep, I make it hurt
So I open both my palms
to the weather and the dirt
Some prayers are only breathing
some answers never speak
Silence doesn’t answer—
it just listens when I’m weak
Open field, empty hands
nothing to hold, nothing to prove
The fog is a solid key
and I turn it, I dissolve
Open field, empty hands
let the world stay undefined
If I’m nobody for a minute
maybe I’ll survive my mind
White world, wet grass
quiet key, quiet lock
Empty hands…
and the first clean breath.
03 — Letter Never Sent
I wrote it like a lifeline
folded neat, no tears
A little bridge of paper
to cross the coming years
I sealed it with my breathing
like it could keep me safe
But ink turns into evidence
the second it has a date
Some words feel warm in silence
then go cold when they’re seen
So I keep them in my pocket
where the truth stays clean
Letter never sent
still heavy in my hands
A promise with no address
a map that never lands
Letter never sent
I don’t know what I hoped
That paper could forgive me
for the way I learned to cope
It came back like a cold fish
on a stranger’s doormat
Stamped: UNKNOWN ADDRESSEE
like I never had a past
I stared at the return mark
till the room began to blur
Sometimes it’s easier to lose a letter
than to lose the one you were
I pace and count the details
like it could save my life
Am I searching for the letter
or proof I’m still alive?
I hide it under candlelight
“darkest under the flame”
If I can’t deliver love
I’ll deliver blame
Letter never sent
still heavy in my hands
If I open it, I bleed again
If I burn it, it still stands
Letter never sent
quiet witness, paper skin
Once I wrote it down
there’s no way back in
No address. No doorstep.
Just my name
learning how to stay unread.
04 — Greeting Card From Nowhere
It showed up like a talisman
small paper, folded tight
No sender, no return line
just weight against the night
A picture that remembers me
before I learned to hide
I held it like a matchbook
with thunder trapped inside
Some messages don’t travel
they just appear
like the room was saving them
for this year
Greeting card from nowhere
written in air, signed by heat
It says: don’t disappear
when the world gets incomplete
Greeting card from nowhere
I don’t know who sent it through
But the moment that it finds me
I remember what to do
I used to think of paper
as something you can burn
But once a line is written
it becomes the thing you learn
A clean white rectangle
with a bruise of ink and truth
Not a prayer, not an apology—
a door you walk into
If I keep waiting for a sign
I’ll rust inside the frame
So I pin it to my heartbeat
and let it call my name
No halo, no salvation
just a pulse that won’t be bought
A little piece of nowhere
turning into somewhere
in my blood, in my throat
Greeting card from nowhere
written in air, signed by heat
It says: don’t disappear
when the world gets incomplete
Greeting card from nowhere
I don’t need to know from who
If the message is a witness
then I’ll be one too
Fold it. Keep it.
Let it stay.
From nowhere—
to today.
05 — Ghost At The Window
That window stays black
like someone painted it with soot
I press my forehead to the glass
and feel the house say “don’t”
As a kid I made up ghosts
just to give my fear a face
Now I’m older
and the fear got better at the game
Curtains don’t move
they only listen when I breathe
Like the room is taking notes
on everything I keep
Ghost at the window
not outside — in the pane
A silhouette of “almost”
calling me by shame
Ghost at the window
no knock, no voice, no proof
Just a watching that won’t blink
and a cold, clean truth
I used to sit at the window
like it was a movie screen
That little red recording light
an eye that never blinks
Sometimes you pull the curtains
and that’s an answer too
Not “go away”—
more like “I see you seeing you”
Small high windows, mercy-alibis
Edges burned, the wall still keeps the fire
Open everything that opens—
the smell stays seated in the room
So tell me: is it haunting
or just memory in costume?
Ghost at the window
I don’t pray, I don’t run
I stand in front of my reflection
till the reflection’s done
Ghost at the window
if you’re me, then let me know—
Are you here to keep me safe
or to make me let go?
Black glass.
Quiet house.
Curtains listening.
I don’t look away.
06 — Stone Bridge (First Crossing)
Two years can look like nothing
when you’re living day to day
Two years can turn to geology
when they stand in front of your face
I circle the porch like an animal
measuring space for my panic
My breath makes clouds without winter—
I’m cold from the inside
I keep saying it out loud
like a prayer that won’t get answered
“Please let it still be here”
Please let it still matter
Stone bridge, first crossing
I’m walking on a promise made of paper
Stone bridge, first crossing
I don’t know if I’m brave
or just afraid of later
I carried a folded sentence
because I feared it might disappear
Now the river keeps its distance
and I step into the year
We wrote down dreams like we could seal them
keep them safe inside a date
A place can be more important than time
that’s what the silence says
I touch the pocket like it’s proof
like it’s heat I can’t replace
Once you write it down
it stops being only feeling—
it starts to have a face
If I burn the letter, I stay the same
If I keep it, I stay afraid
So I walk the stones like counting beats
one, two — don’t look away
Meet me where the water breaks the city
meet me where I can’t pretend
This isn’t reconciliation—
it’s the first step that either holds
or ends
Stone bridge, first crossing
I’m walking on a promise made of paper
Stone bridge, first crossing
Two years in my throat
and the future on the railing
I carried a folded sentence
because I feared it might disappear
Now say it once, then open it—
let the truth get air
Stone under my soles
river under my skin
First crossing—
and I don’t turn back.
07 — Visit Of The Old Lady
The silence in this apartment
is clean enough to insult
My breath sounds like paper
slowly tearing in the dark
Blank ceiling, heavy blanket
last border of the day
Then— ting dong, ting dong
and the room learns how to pray
I open the door too wide
like I’ve been caught in a lie
And there you stand in black
with a net of shadow for a sky
Visit of the old lady
red lips like a final word
You look at me like evidence
before you even speak
Visit of the old lady
honey voice, iron calm
One small smile, judge-like
and my future goes weak
You scan the cheap clothes
like a file you didn’t choose
Not disgust— just that shock
of meeting someone else’s bruise
You say my name without my name
like you’re weighing it in your hand
And I feel how strange it is
to be known by a stranger’s plan
Vodka isn’t weakness here
it’s how you keep the voice inside
You talk fast around the sentence
so it doesn’t cut too wide
“Murder,” you say. “Politics.”
“Dark glass.” “A game.”
And in my head that phrase dark glass
rings like a chain
Visit of the old lady
you don’t bring comfort — you bring keys
An envelope, a consequence
a lock that doesn’t need to please
Visit of the old lady
red lips, black suit, slow gaze
You leave the room still silent
but nothing stays the same
Ting dong.
Ting dong.
The day begins
like a verdict.
08 — Katscho, Katscho! (Childhood Echo)
Rain on the metal roof
lullaby or alarm
We were laughing in puddles
like the world couldn’t harm
A childish honest moment
cleaner than a prayer
Then the night grew teeth
and left it hanging there
I hear it in the hallway
in the kettle, in the phone
Like a small voice learning
how to be alone
Katscho, Katscho—
calling through the years
Not a name, just an echo
that knows where I hide my fear
Katscho, Katscho—
thin as a distant bell
It makes my grown-up silence
feel too loud to sell
Two kids in borrowed heat
pretending it’s just a joke
Steam on the ceiling
softening every word we spoke
You fall asleep and suddenly
you don’t have to perform
And I watch that peaceful face
like it’s something I can’t afford
Say it again — not to remember
but to stop the room from closing in
A chant made of footsteps
a rhyme on the rim of skin
If I answer, I’m back there
If I don’t, it follows me
So I carry the echo
like a key with no door
in my teeth
Katscho, Katscho—
calling through the years
Not a name, just an echo
that pulls my shadow near
Katscho, Katscho—
sweetness with a scratch
A childhood signal
that I never learned to catch
Katscho… Katscho…
—gone
—still here
09 — Lacanou
You said the place matters
more than the time we lose
So I keep a folded note
like a match I won’t use
A paper thing, too precious
because it might disappear
I carry it through seasons
like a promise I can hear
Once you write it down
it stops being only feeling
It turns into evidence
and starts revealing
Laka-NO — on the sea
on a small boat, rocking clean
A message made of salt-air
and the space in-between
Laka-NO — on the sea
no walls to keep me brave
If I send it with the waves
will the waves behave?
I practice what I’ll say
like a diver holds a breath
Not a prayer, not forgiveness
just a line against regret
The horizon is a sentence
that refuses to be framed
And the wind keeps asking softly
who I am, and who I blamed
If I wait on land
I turn into a stone
So I step where the water moves
and admit I’m not alone
Hold the note up to the sunlight
let the ink become a flare
If the sea can keep a secret
I can try to be fair
Laka-NO — on the sea
on a small boat, rocking clean
A message made of salt-air
and the truth I’ve never seen
Laka-NO — on the sea
I don’t know if it arrives
But I’m done being careful
with the rest of my life
Fold it.
Unfold it.
Let it breathe.
Send it—
then leave.
10 — Besame Mucho
It harrows me, harrows me!
strong local minimum,
ball ammunition.
It insufflates Alaskan sharp sand
in my big head snobby mind.
It harrows me, it harrows me,
please if you are first class
machine gunner, unfetter,
unfetter me, you
magical machine gunner
of the first class.
It harrows me, it harrows me,
unbind me, let my hands breathe,
rape my body, intomb me
silently in your heart,
it is enough to be drowned
in the heartraider’s heart,
in you, my machine gunner.
I will be your sea wormwood.
Besame mucho!
Cuckoldry is my mistress,
and your best friend,
bitter thought is parasite,
which will eat your cheeks,
my lips and childhood dream.
Besame mucho…
Unlearn romance,
disremember me,
take Pisces sign from
my lips and infect me
with your scorpion’s blood.
Cuckoldry is my mistress,
and your heart infighter.
Bitter thought killing you steady,
that parasite will eat our core,
heart attack is closer.
Besame mucho,
my machine gunner,
besame mucho,
my heartraider,
besame mucho.
11 — Angel Falls In The Rain
Rain hits the metal roof
a lullaby with teeth
I stand too close to the edge
of what I can’t repeat
I said I had broken wings
not poetry — a fact
Something meant for movement
that only hurts me back
You call me “angel” anyway
and I don’t know what to do
When love becomes a key
it turns the air to truth
Angel falls in the rain
not from heaven — from the nerve
I tried to leave in style
but I never learned to serve
Angel falls in the rain
water writing on my face
If I can’t fly, I’ll stay awake
and learn the weight of grace
Curtains in the windows
hold their breath to hear the fight
I talk big like a ladder
so nobody sees my height
I said “I’ll rustle and I’ll vanish”
like disappearing is art
But the rain keeps tapping
right into my heart
Some water falls forever
no threat, no purpose, no disguise
Maybe life can be that simple
if I stop negotiating skies
Tie up what is broken
don’t romanticize the bruise
If I’m an angel, let me prove it
by choosing not to lose
Angel falls in the rain
and gets up, soaked and real
No halo, just a heartbeat
learning how to heal
Angel falls in the rain
and the rain keeps falling too
If water can repeat itself
maybe I can, too
Rain on the roof
breath in the dark
Not flight—
but a start.
12 — Face to Face (Cinematic Noir Duet Remix)
Chops to chops
I want to kiss your hot lips
I want to kiss
Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet
Face to face
My love
Chops to chops
I want to kiss your hot lips
I want to kiss your hot lips
Face to face
You liar
Lips to lips
I want to kiss your hot lips
I want to kiss
Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet
Just one kiss
Before we die
Who are we
Really
We’ll uncover with the last kiss
Face to face
Face to face
Face to face
You liar
Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet
Face to face
You liar
Lips to lips
Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet
Face to face
Chops to chops
I want to kiss your hot lips
I want to kiss
Face to face
Face to face
Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet
Just one kiss
Before we die
Who are we
Really
We’ll uncover with the last kiss
Face to face
Besame mucho — DISK B | Angels, Rain & Aftermath — lyrics booklet v PDF
Besame mucho — DISK B | Angels, Rain & Aftermath — lyric book je digitální PDF sešit k druhému disku alba Besame mucho.
Obsahuje kompletní texty druhé části alba a jejich vizuální svět. Proti neonovému Disku A se obraz přesouvá k mlze, prázdným polím, dopisům, oknům, mostům, vodě a návratům, ve kterých minulost už není kulisou, ale něčím, co je potřeba znovu otevřít.
Nejde jen o přepis lyrics. Disk B pokračuje ve světě Poslední noci v New Yorku jiným směrem — od míst a lidí směrem k tomu, co po nich zůstalo v paměti.
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