In the beginnin… Read Full Bio ↴Love of Lesbian is a Spanish indie pop/indie rock band.
In the beginning they were influenced by The Cure (they toured with them in Spain), Radiohead and R.E.M. Today they have the personal Love of Lesbian sound and style. There is always a "sold out" at all their concerts. Each one is a mix of party-concert-celebration-catharsis.
Santi Balmes, the writer, main composer, and charismatic leader brings to each album excellent lyrics of high composition, from a delicious sense of humour to deep emotional tales. Their first three albums are sung in English, but their more acclaimed album is Maniobras de Escapismo (2005), the first sung in Spanish. With "Cuentos Chinos Para Niños Del Japón" (2007) they confirm again the band in the scene.
In 2009 (March 24) , they publish "1999 (o como generar incendios de nieve con una lupa enfocada a la luna)" a concept album that tells, 10 years later, the life of a relationship between a boy and a girl during 1999 (the year of their first album). It includes songs to dance to, to listen to in intimacy or just to think about.
Videoclips are another face of the LOL experience; the first video of "1999..." is "Club de fans de John Boy" and the second one is "Te hiero mucho (Historia del amante guisante)" both directed by the influent director Lyona, who also directed "Universos Infinitos" from "Cuentos chinos para niños del Japón".
Band websites:
www.myspace.com/loveoflesbian
www.lacoctelera.com/loveoflesbian
(lol)
http://www.diario-e.com/blog/vidas_ejemplares
http://www.fotolog.com/lampart
(santi balmes)
Band members:
Santi Balmes (voice, guitars)
Jordi Roig (guitars)
Joanra Planell (bass)
Uri Bonet (drums, percussion)
Julián Saldarriaga (accoustic guitar, guitars, backing vocals)
Nada
Love of Lesbian Lyrics
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empiezo a observar a los ancianos del principal.
Están bailando cuando él pide hablar.
"¿Y si yo, después de hacerse la oscuridad,
espero poder ver esa luz,
la que te anuncia que es el acto final?
¿Y si no se abre el telón, y todo se apaga?
Sería absurdo, como llegar a un hotel con puertas cerradas,
¿Seré capaz de poderte avisar?
Como el ruido sin aire, ¿qué haré?"
"Nada. Resignarte sin más.
Son así los ciclos de soledad."
Tragaluz. Y esa ventana que da a un mundo exterior.
Sigue cerrada por semanas,
y al fin nos encontramos de manera casual.
Y al preguntar si está más animada,
inspira y dice que al irse él entraron tinieblas.
Son mudas, densas.
Y es que incluso al abrir, ventanas y mantas,
o debajo de las sábanas... nada... nada...
La nada un rey que le prohíbe chillar.
Justo en aquel instante callé.
Nada es lo que dije,
si en mi generación el "para siempre"
es "casi" y en "nada"se quedó.
Ya no hubo un encuentro más.
Creí que ahora vivía con un familiar,
y no, los vi en dos mil portadas
Fue un caso singular.
Leí que se llevaron cien millones de un banco, y sí,
la cámara blindada brilló.
Y todo había salido genial.
Quién sabe dónde andarán...
The first few lines of Love of Lesbian's song Nada set the scene of someone looking out of a window and observing the elderly residents of a building opposite. They are dancing when the singer hears one of the people mention waiting for darkness to arrive and wondering if they will be able to see the light that comes in the end. The idea of the end is further explored when they ask what will happen if the curtain never rises and everything remains dark. The singer concludes that there would be no point in arriving at a hotel with locked doors, with no welcome or anything at all, and they wonder if they will be able to warn the person of what's to come. When one of the elderly residents responds with advice to simply resign oneself to the cycles of loneliness, the singer realizes that all the observations they had made previously were ultimately meaningless.
The scene then changes to a window that leads to the outside world, which has been closed for weeks before the singer and the other person finally meet by chance. When the singer asks if the other person is feeling any better, they exhale deeply and recount how darkness had entered once he had left them. The singer laments how even opening windows, curtains, or even blankets can lead to nothingness, represented in the image of a king that forbids screaming. When the other person falls silent after they say "nothing," the singer reflects on the notion of forever turning into almost nothingness and how they had missed the opportunity to meet them again. Instead, they realize that they had mistaken the elderly pair for relatives, only to later discover their story in the news about how they had stolen millions. The song ends on a note of uncertainty, as the singer wonders where the elderly couple might be now.
Line by Line Meaning
Tragaluz, ventana abierta, empiezo a observar a los ancianos del principal.
Looking through an open window, I start observing the elderly on the main floor.
Están bailando cuando él pide hablar.
They're dancing when he asks to speak.
¿Y si yo, después de hacerse la oscuridad, espero poder ver esa luz, la que te anuncia que es el acto final?
What if, after darkness descends, I wait to see that light which announces the final act?
¿Y si no se abre el telón, y todo se apaga?
What if the curtain doesn't open and everything goes dark?
Sería absurdo, como llegar a un hotel con puertas cerradas, ni bienvenidas... nada... nada.
It would be absurd, like arriving at a hotel with closed doors and no welcome... nothing... nothing.
¿Seré capaz de poderte avisar? Como el ruido sin aire, ¿qué haré?
Will I be able to warn you? Like noise without air, what will I do?
"Nada. Resignarte sin más. Son así los ciclos de soledad."
"Nothing. Just resign yourself. That's how the cycles of loneliness go."
Tragaluz. Y esa ventana que da a un mundo exterior.
Window. And that window that opens onto the outside world.
Sigue cerrada por semanas, y al fin nos encontramos de manera casual.
It remains closed for weeks, and finally we met by chance.
Y al preguntar si está más animada, inspira y dice que al irse él entraron tinieblas. Son mudas, densas.
And when I ask if she's feeling better, she takes a breath and says that darkness entered when he left. It's silent, dense.
Y es que incluso al abrir, ventanas y mantas, o debajo de las sábanas... nada... nada...
And even when opening windows and curtains, or under the blankets... nothing... nothing...
La nada un rey que le prohíbe chillar. Justo en aquel instante callé.
Nothing, a king that forbids screaming. At that moment, I fell silent.
Nada es lo que dije, si en mi generación el "para siempre" es "casi" y en "nada"se quedó.
"Nothing" is what I said, if in my generation "forever" means "almost" and "nothing" is what's left.
Ya no hubo un encuentro más.
There was no more encounter.
Creí que ahora vivía con un familiar, y no, los vi en dos mil portadas. Fue un caso singular.
I thought she was now living with a family member, but no, I saw them on two thousand covers. It was a unique case.
Leí que se llevaron cien millones de un banco, y sí, la cámara blindada brilló. Y todo había salido genial. Quién sabe dónde andarán...
I read that they took one hundred million from a bank, and yes, the armored camera shone. And everything went great. Who knows where they are now...
Contributed by Mackenzie W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.