Translator: Amaranta Heredia Jaén Reviewer: Denise RQ
(Radio tuning)
(Tuning ends)
(Coins jingling)
(Rotary dial)
(Guitar)
(Repetitive sounds)
(Guitar)
(Coughs)
(Gibberish)
Do you have any tea?
What?
What? What?
Did you bring the bread?
Let's go shopping!
I ran out of... I think there's none.
Hey, you! Do you have...?
What? What? What? What? What?
(Beatbox)
Did you bring the bread?
Let's go and buy a banana, an apple.
There's no sugar left. The power went out.
Hey you, do you have any tea?
(Repetitive music ends)
What? Because otherwise, I can't clearly...
In the empty immensity you can feel the huge space around it.
I'm a micro-fragment with stale, guilty, brown feelings,
I'm like a used piece of furniture in a used room,
ready to feel empty and fall apart in dampness.
I see your forehead.
I see your forehead...
frown.
(Repetitive fusion music)
Did you bring the bread?
(Radio tuning)
(Music box)
(Whispers) In the empty immensity you can feel the huge space around it.
I'm a micro-fragment with stale, guilty, brown feelings,
I'm like a used piece of furniture in a used room,
ready to feel empty and fall apart in dampness.
(Rotary dial)
I see your forehead.
I see your forehead...
frown.
(Radio news): A pack of diapers or five bottles?
And it is important to queue as well.
Look there, Vero, the line goes five or six blocks away.
The good news is that...
Eric Mandarina: Hi. How are you?
I'm Eric Mandarina and I'll play some songs for you,
I'll play some so-, I'll play some so-,
I'll play some so-so-songs.
Well. Welcome again!
The police, the attorney, the feds...
Hi. How are you?
You're Eric Mandarina and you'll play some so-so-songs.
This is the bass drum.
(Bass drum)
This is the side drum.
(Side drum)
Bass drum.
Side drum.
(Beatbox)
(Guitar music)
(Guitar music ends)
(Radio crackle)
(Beatbox)
(Guitar music)
(Beatbox)
Hi. How are you?
You're Eric Mandarina and...
(Beatbox)
(Guitar music)
(Beatbox)
Error.
Well, I bought a pedal...
(Guitar music)
(Knocks on wood)
Everything all right?
(Audience) Excellent!
(Applause)
(Radio tuning)
(Guitar music)
(Beatbox)
I didn't get him,
he was speaking about God, forgiveness, and crazy stuff.
We got to the border and he started to act all crazy.
I told him: "Take it easy, bro.
I'll stop, you get in the trunk, all nice and quiet,"
and he said: "No, no, no, you know it now,
this time is for re-re-re-real!"
Once, back in New Mexico,
in a discount store, in Albuquerque, New Mexico, around 7 pm.
We get in and he changed his mind again,
and he told me: "Jack, I won't take this forever."
"Where do you want to go?
For God's sake, where in hell do you want to go?"
This is an excerpt from a movie my parents watched once
and then I wrote the chorus for it:
We are sleighing.
(Makes voices) What the hell? A sleight? We're in Buenos Aires, dude!
Who sleighs around here? Does anyone sleigh around here?
Come on, guacho!
The microwaves...
and its sound...
But-but-but, and that's it dude!
I strangled her
with a beige white-dotted tie.
My doorwoman didn't want to let me in my own room.
Stuff that happens to me!
Exiled, kicked out, I walked to the opposite corner,
under the sunshade of the storeroom:
"If you kick me out, I won't come back."
Ha, ha, ha! Hmm... Hmm...
When I'll have my own house, my completely white house...
Well, I'll keep everything tidy, man.
Except a bit of sloppiness.
When I'll have my completely white house, com-pletely-pletely white, white,
Well, I'll keep everything tidy.
Except a bit of sloppiness.
What, what, what, what, what?
When I'll have my house, com-pletely-pletely
whi-white.
We are sleighing.
Come on, guacho!
The microwaves,
the washing machine.
When I'll ha-ha-have my house,
com-com-completely...
You worry me a lot...
Hi. How are you? Everything all right?
Everything all right?
Is everything all right?
(Beatbox)
We are sleighing.
Error.
(Radio dialing)
(Applause) (Cheering)