1977

Ana Tijoux

1977

1970, 1970
1970, 1970

I was born on a day in June
From the year 77
Planet Mercury
And the year of the snake
Patent sign
Tattooed and on my forehead
That in my mother's womb
It marked the next step
It makes me cry
Without anesthesia on the stretcher
My father only said it's Ana Maria
If it were the first cry
What would I prove?
Burning the wounds
And giving me the battery
I used to be like an open book then
But I read the fine print of the text
As an architect
Building each effect
Right, wrong, you learn all about it
Knowing that some people
They want the damage
Climb a step
It takes time, it takes a year
With my stuffed animal watching the everyday
Drawings transformed
And winter in great summer
Dad gave me away under my insistence
A game, which was about blaming you and solvency
But in the yard they made the competition
It was when I felt my first helplessness

1970 shhh!
1970 shhh!
1970 shhh!

1977 don't tell me no
That one feels it
Everything that changes will make it different
In the year the snake is born-shhh

My adolescence
It was a bizarre stage
The body is a battery
And the guitar head
The orchestra narrates a tune
Broken for the gaze
From a girl who only carves swords
Hormone triggered
Overpopulated without forms
When seasons change
You walk in crossroads
Each one is his home
I was preparing the bait
The sacred devil
With a pissed off look
My row the truth
I never look for his chair
My search was mere
Pure stack process
Pupil of a poet
That marked our saliva
On the mountain range that looked at the exit
The military parade of monotonous pace
Polychrome colors
Low-key uniforms
I detonate my questioning
The voice did sound, didn't it?
My first rhyme that sounded
And he enrolled me
My search was not for me a stage thing
It was something necessary
That already marked my mistake
So you speak
More than necessary
That's when I understood
Everyone wants to be a privateer