In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
El reggae es nuestro diario y en él nos vertimos hoy
Con tierra, con cielo y con llanto oh, de la cordura al espanto.
A veces partimos la punta y rajamos la hoja con furia
Pero sólo un manchón queda, ay que no nos deja seguir
Hay que colgarse la cara pura
En este tiempo delirante
Dejar a un lado la furia
Hemos de mantener en el inventario ciertas emociones vivas
Pues si las emociones matan, oye, deben también curar
El reggae es nuestro diario y en el nos vertimos hoy
Con tecla, cuerda, cuero y canto, oh, liberando el encanto
Hay que colgarse la cara pura, mmmh
En este tiempo delirante
Dejar a un lado la furia
Quiero documentar la cosquilla, el dominó y el café
El palique en la esquina y el bembé
Documentar también el río que acaricia mi piel
Inspira los sentidos y energiza mi ser
Documentar la cosquilla que me echó a reir ayer
Para acordarme otro día y enloquecer otra vez
Documentar el tímido horizonte que se esconde
Tras la duna y la palmera que adornan la costa en piñones
Las olas de chatarra y aviones
Ay, el tumbao de los tambores que se escuchan en loiza
Cuando paso de prisa y se me olvida la carrera
Si, al fin, vivir el día es lo que cuenta
El pasado es un punto de partida
Y el futuro tú lo inventas
Documentar la cosquilla que me ha visto crecer
Para que otras culturas la gocen también
E,e, cosas de la vida boricua
Oyemé, oyemé, oyemé gozadera pura y viva tú ve
Vive el color de esta islita
Siente, siente, siente, siente, siente, siente el calor que regala mi gente
Vive el color de esta islita
Siente el calor, siente el calor
Si no te cura al menos te divierte
Digo que te enciende
No te deja ni un poro inerte
Uh, ja, já, uy
Cuidado que ahí viene la jara
Esconde el cachimbo y púyala
Con tierra, con cielo y con llanto oh, de la cordura al espanto.
A veces partimos la punta y rajamos la hoja con furia
Pero sólo un manchón queda, ay que no nos deja seguir
Hay que colgarse la cara pura
En este tiempo delirante
Dejar a un lado la furia
Hemos de mantener en el inventario ciertas emociones vivas
Pues si las emociones matan, oye, deben también curar
El reggae es nuestro diario y en el nos vertimos hoy
Con tecla, cuerda, cuero y canto, oh, liberando el encanto
Hay que colgarse la cara pura, mmmh
En este tiempo delirante
Dejar a un lado la furia
Quiero documentar la cosquilla, el dominó y el café
El palique en la esquina y el bembé
Documentar también el río que acaricia mi piel
Inspira los sentidos y energiza mi ser
Documentar la cosquilla que me echó a reir ayer
Para acordarme otro día y enloquecer otra vez
Documentar el tímido horizonte que se esconde
Tras la duna y la palmera que adornan la costa en piñones
Las olas de chatarra y aviones
Ay, el tumbao de los tambores que se escuchan en loiza
Cuando paso de prisa y se me olvida la carrera
Si, al fin, vivir el día es lo que cuenta
El pasado es un punto de partida
Y el futuro tú lo inventas
Documentar la cosquilla que me ha visto crecer
Para que otras culturas la gocen también
E,e, cosas de la vida boricua
Oyemé, oyemé, oyemé gozadera pura y viva tú ve
Vive el color de esta islita
Siente, siente, siente, siente, siente, siente el calor que regala mi gente
Vive el color de esta islita
Siente el calor, siente el calor
Si no te cura al menos te divierte
Digo que te enciende
No te deja ni un poro inerte
Uh, ja, já, uy
Cuidado que ahí viene la jara
Esconde el cachimbo y púyala
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