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Breve y dulce

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by The Ghost of José Arcadio Buendía

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The Ghost of José Arcadio Buendía is the moniker and side project of The Fastest Reader, aka Elliot Matson. Breve y dulce is an album inspired by trying to meld 19th century Spanish classical music and 21st century experimental folk music.
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released 26 August 2010
Elliot Matson is The Ghost of José Arcadio Buendía: vocals, guitar, accordion, lyrics, recording, album artist.
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Track Name: Para empezar
Out here, in the back yard, I've got a lot of time to rub my skin on these ropes dry. Out here, I see a lot of signs that we're not what we used to be. But if you want to tell me what I wanted to hear, better make sure I listen, that it doesn't go in one ear, and out the other.
We're at the starting line, we're at the start of night.
Back when we were living, we had a lot of time to tie these ropes tight, but bonds they bend and they break. So if you want to teach me what I needed to know, better make sure I take good notes, and let the pages unfold.
We're at the starting line, we're at the start of night.
Track Name: Desierto
And a know a way like the back of my hand, so you won't have to say, "we're in a foreign land." And as far as backs of hands go, we can trust mine to navigate high and low.
All this wandering keeps us awake. And I know a place where we can rest our heads, so we won't have to settle for better off dead.
And we jump for signals for our new cell phone ringers, there are highways through the wilderness. And we flip through radio stations in formerly forgotten places, there are highways through the wilderness. And we stop to fill up in what once was still untouched, there are highways through the wilderness. You don't have to be tied to a tree to see what was there just never be, there are highways through the wilderness.
Track Name: Ya lo vi
Sometimes I don't feel right, and I need a disguise, and I need a disguise. A moustache'll do, and glasses too, held together with a big plastic nose you can only breathe through if you cut holes, but I don't want to breathe at all.
I'll be at my own table, checking in to see if you're stable tightly laced into the wicker and soaking up all the liquor, you'll never notice me at all.
I've got a trench coat, magazine with eye holes, checking in on your list of things you don't have to deal with. Things you don't have to deal with when you're the hostess with the mostest the dust on those closed lips just drips off with the remnants of a million ungiven goodbye kisses.
When you're the hostess with the mostest the dust on those closed lips just drips off with the remnants of a million ungiven goodbye kisses.
Track Name: Encías
Vaseline on your gums, and you'll be smiling.
Shine those pearly whites, your eyes aren't shining.
Pull out your teeth right, floss on a door pulled tightly.
Track Name: Azucena
I'll stay up just so you can have a light on when you get home. I'll stay up just so you can have a light on when you get home. Now I need you to fall asleep.
I'll get back just before you do so you have someone to talk to. My eyes will close right after yours so you won't be alone. Now I need you to fall asleep.
I'll wake up right before you do so you won't be alone. I'll close the door right after you, and I'll wait for you.
Track Name: Relojes y excusas
We have a lot on our plates, we have a lot on your plates. And we're already full, and we already ate. As time gets too tired, clocks worn out, we tend to think of reasons to not see each other anymore.
You've got something on your mind, you've got something on your mind. And idea best left unsaid, left behind. If you want to say it, say it, but decide before time gets too tired, clocks worn out, we tend to have excuses to not see each other anymore.
You have all the time you'll ever need to be alone.
Track Name: Breve y dulce
Where do I go after I lick my lips and say hello? There's an awkward pause between when I say hello to you and you say hello to me.
Let's keep this short and sweet, the way it's supposed to be. We'll go our separate ways, back to living our lives the same way we did before.
It's only black and white.
Track Name: Trece
Face in your hands, your fingers make rivers, your palms are the dams.
Head on your knees, you can't ever get a bit a relief.
You ask me why I think you broke my heart, I look at the floor 'cause if I look at you, I've got no place to start.
I've got an answer for you: one I wish it wasn't.
I've got some answers for you: about a baker's dozen.
Hands on your thighs, you need a stronger word than "despise."
You ask me why I think you broke my heart, I look at the floor 'cause if I look at you, I've got no place to start.
I've got an answer for you: one I wish it wasn't.
I've got some answers for you: about a baker's dozen.
Track Name: Nadador
Test the water with one extended toe, anticipating that it will be cold. Decide you're gonna jump into the deep end. Once you do, there's no use in pretending anymore, 'cause you'll be a swimmer, until they drain the lake. You'll be a swimmer, until they take out all the intakes.
Test the water with your arms held up high. Now you're waste deep, so long ago thigh-high. You should've jumped in, gotten it over with. Now you've got to make sure you can handle it 'cause now you're a swimmer, until they drain the lake. Now you're a swimmer, until they take out all the intakes.
Track Name: La linea fina
Listening to the AC hum all it says to me. It walks a fine line between loud and louder, and I walk a fine line to be who I am, and you can try as hard as you can to walk that straight line to me.
Waiting generations for the worst humiliation. We wear t-shirts for every race we've run, but not the ones just for fun. We're on edge, dishonest about keeping score in games we could never win.
When caring gets borderline scary, pull back and just shake a hand.