JULII RACING: OKTUBRE

Lament......Luca

It's strange the way that past seems always fine

while the present wears me down and time and time

and time lies heavy over me as it does over you

and the distance and what you said I know it wasn't true.

Every hour every minute is like a hundred years

and the pain I feel is measured not in inches but in tears,

so woman, friend or foe,

just hold me close and please don't let me go.

Well, my life now is ok in the morning in the day

but the night is long the night is sad

and that’s when I have dreams I know you never had,

I know that I was wrong, I know that I was bad

so baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,

won't you come this way?

I'm walking down the street,

I see the people that meet each other

they kiss and talk and talk and kiss and talk

but I feel so alone.

And the world is made of stone

and everybody’s freezing to the bones

even known it might be warm,

even known it isn't cold.

martes, 21 de diciembre de 2010

OKTUBRE

Oktubre(1986)

"Es una tapa más conceptual. Las ideas salieron de una noche de fernet: el Indio veía banderas, multitudes. Primero iba a ser todo rojo y negro, pero cuando lo fui haciendo más abstracto le agregué el gris. La tipografía parece soviética al estar invertida una letra. En el reverso se ve la catedral de La Plata en llamas: un símbolo revolucionario. Me resulta raro ver mis obras en remeras y tatuajes: la gente se apropió de cosas como el puño y la cadena, hechas en 15 minutos para un aviso. En Palladium personifiqué a Patricio Rey con un viejo Gótico."

Curiosidad: el Che Guevara que se ve a la derecha, en el boceto estaba más grande y nítido.

Rocambole