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Great Balcony Visions

by Hotel

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1.
"Jackson" 03:20
I left your father's first book of poems over the fridge in the house Diego grew up in Couldn't bear to look at what you had written down in those blank pages books tend to have right at the start I used to think they were meant for lovers, proud fathers and the like never thought they could be of use for those of us who have learned to swim in the light But I can hear you singing "Jackson" walking around your old apartment opening and closing the doors your husband had kicked to splinters yes, I can hear you singing "Jackson"
2.
Our house is filling up with teargas smoke I'm dreaming about your face in downtown Santiago I'm a young man in your arms you're cool water running down my throat we give new names to old things lost yet the bruise remains intact and you, you are over the waves trying not to rhyme with the sunlight at your heels and you, you are over the waves trying not to rhyme with the sunlight at your heels Stones fly through the glass yet the window appears unharmed took to drawing birds from our sheets of cremnitz white You're a woman in my arms yet a girl when about to drown numb your eyes against the glare find the rythm in the noise out there and you, you are over the waves trying not to rhyme, with the sunlight at your heels
3.
Shoreline 03:37
These are my father's bones inside these boxing gloves and here is last summer's yield beneath this winter's snow somewhere in the tangle lays a creature with its heart stopped never thought I'd live to see a sight like this Headlights chasing the horizon I'm in the midsts of transformation leave my younger body in the crisp air of empty stations somewhere in the tangle lays a creature with its heart stopped never thought I'd live to see a sight like this
4.
Jab-Jab 02:14
Why do you have to act so tough? why do you have to go into the cold without your gloves on? why does the oil paint soldify when everything should remain in pure flux? got a drawing of her laying naked in my bed, the sweetest crucifixion used to moan my name, used to laugh my name, used to say my name Empty bottle left in the kitchen floor taunts me to chase the river to where the dark days grow there's a secret in the water there's a hidden hymn buried in the ether I'm just too numb to feel it I'm just too dumb to hear it Old lover, hang your dresses out to dry Display them like religious signs I'm standing in this blinding light surrounded by senseless white Somehow the wind finds the spaces that leave the buttons of my coat and, sudendly, your name blossoms in my tongue
5.
I'm going to scream at the lights to shake a sound from the silence your voice sounded so sad I almost danced to Madrid Were it not for your sacred vanity that hollow god you feed with your youth She keeps emailing me her books of poetry signs her name with "forever yours" and I almost believe her Were it not for her undying sorrow how can you love pain so much you make it your god? (...descalzo por el lago escondiendo diamantes en las olas, nadie los ha encontrado)
6.
Tell me the truth, did you really understand what they tried to say? and if you did, won't you translate it for me? all I ever saw were some lanterns swaying in the breeze The girl that tends to the horses looks at me and smiles It's a fine spring day and the air's so pure it cuts through my lungs The future is sprawled across her face in bold new forms but it's already gone

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released August 30, 2019

All songs written, produced, arranged and performed by Diego García during the winter of 2019, except for "Jackson", written in 2018 and produced by Andrés Melo from Austin, Texas.

Cover art by Diego García. Drawing of the dreamer provided by Joana Galego and made while laying down somewhere in Hornstull in an impossibly hot summer day. Photo of my grandfather taken by either my grandmother or one of my uncles. It really doesn't matter much who took it, like most things in life. I have too many things to say to you and they won't fit this tiny liner-note space. I will call. Maybe. Probably. I will try to.

Stay warm.

Diego García, formerly known as Hotel
Nacka, 2019

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