Paris
Jose and The Wastemen Lyrics

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Hoy me sumerjo en el silencio,
no tengo nada que decir,
observo impávido el desierto,
mi mano no quiere escribir.

Hoy me abandona la poesía,
no hayo sentido a la canción,
algo me pasa en estos días,

siento un vacío si razón.

Amigo todos estos años,
fingí ser músico genial,
fui predicando en el desierto,
y en escenarios de cristal.

Pero el cansancio de apodera,
de la guitarra y de mi voz,
se quema todo en una hoguera
se va cansando el corazón.

Quisiera ser una cigarra,
de este mal sueño despertar
tomar de nuevo la guitarra
sentir la magia de volar.

Pero una lluvia de campanas,
no deja de roer en mí,
y más allá de mi ventana,

llueve en Santiago y en París
llueve en Santiago y en París

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "Paris" by Jose and The Wastemen express a sense of emptiness and a loss of inspiration for the singer, who is going through a difficult phase in his career as a musician. He describes feeling submerged in silence, observing the desert and feeling unable to write or find any meaning in his music. He admits that he had pretended to be a great musician for years, but now he feels exhausted and disheartened, as if his guitar and voice are burning out like a fire. He wishes to be reborn, like a cicada, and find the magic of playing his guitar once again. However, a "rain of bells" is eating away at him and outside his window, it is raining in both Santiago and Paris.

The lyrics reflect the frustration and self-doubt that can arise from creative blocks and the pressure to constantly produce new music. The reference to Paris, a city famous for its artistic heritage, adds an extra layer of meaning to the song, as the singer seems to feel a sense of connection to the struggles of artists past and present.

Line by Line Meaning

Hoy me sumerjo en el silencio,
Today I immerse myself in silence,

no tengo nada que decir,
I have nothing to say,

observo impávido el desierto,
I observe the desert without a care,

mi mano no quiere escribir.
My hand does not want to write.

Hoy me abandona la poesía,
Today poetry abandons me,

no hayo sentido a la canción,
I can't find meaning in the song,

algo me pasa en estos días,
Something is happening to me these days,

siento un vacío sin razón.
I feel an unexplainable void.

Amigo todos estos años,
Friend of all these years,

fingí ser músico genial,
I pretended to be a great musician,

fui predicando en el desierto,
I preached in the desert,