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Judah

Judah

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Oct 1, 2020
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Those were hard times, it was the year 2199, civilization had disappeared, at least as our grandparents knew it. Poverty, hunger and dictatorships, supported by rich countries, caused the so-called "Third World" to rise up in arms at the beginning of the 21st century, and grouping together under the so-called "Battalion of Cochambre" caused the foundations to shake of the welfare state, the American dream, the romanticism of Paris and the mother who gave birth to him.

Before the perplexed gaze of UN bureaucrats, NATO officials and the gossip press, the rebel forces sowed Chaos and introduced soap operas to undermine the morale and intellect of Europe and North America (already damaged enough by football, reality shows, La Niña Pastoril and Jesús Hermida's threat to act as a commentator in the IV World Chess Championship). All these events led to what they called "The Hunger War", the third and last World War.

Years passed and, as expected, the revolution was crushed and reduced to a dream. There were neither winners nor losers, since humanity paid dearly for the use of nuclear and bacteriological weapons, the result of which was the total annihilation of all plant and animal life, as well as an unbreathable atmosphere. A new order was created: a select group made up of soldiers, politicians, bankers and prestigious programmers, around an enigmatic figure called "wishes.com", designed what for them would be a perfect world: Satania, a world without violence, without revolutions and, what is more important, without freedom of thought to create another alternative.

Time passed, and what was initially designed as an artificial paradise in which oxygen was rationed, reading was prohibited and sex was practiced in a "clean" and virtual way, little by little it deteriorated.

In Necropolis (federal capital of Satania) a small group of "doubters", people who did not agree with the progressive automation of the human race and opposed to the master's regime, begin the search for another alternative of life, based more on what spiritual and fleeing from progress, a progress that would lead to the slow but inexorable destruction of the planet due to the death of light and the sun, brought about by an alteration in the molecular structure of the silicon in the mother computer. Bribing with oxygen credit cards and supplying him with the strongest known hallucinogenic drug, "Tombola Show Highlights", they enlisted the support of fuckeveryone.net, (the most notorious hacker in the area), to start the search in the archive deprived of "wishes.com" of any indication or revelation that would determine at what moment in history, humanity deviated so much from its path, as to lead to that dark and cold present.

The discovery of a CD-ROM reveals the strange story of an enigmatic pilgrim who, at the beginning of the 17th century, walks the "Camino de Santiago" accompanied by a paid swordsman, in charge of watching over and guarding a small chest that the mysterious pilgrim hooded man carries the Apostle as an offering. At a time when the contrast between the brilliance of the arts and letters (Quevedo, Lope de Vega, Velázquez, Cervantes), and the obscurantism of the Inquisition, witchcraft, and the legends of druids and witches, made Spain of Felipe III a special time, a time of lights and shadows. Something is about to happen...

Year 2199, Satania. The story begins...

Welcome to the new age, to a world without pain
No love, no imagination
Where the rain quenches a forest you can't see
If you don't surf the net

the moon sister
She stopped combing her hair
Well, she couldn't find, no
The reflection in the mirror of her, the sea

Look up as far as reason reaches you
You can see that the sun has gone
Riding on a cloud of carbon and lethal gas
They went in search of a flower

well brother sun
He got tired of lighting
Fed by
A hard drive and a terminal

Oh-oh, in Satania you are
Your programmed thoughts are
Oh-oh, push the button
Navigate my world, wishes.com

Build yourself a paradise, a virtual lover
Send him orgasms by e-mail
Design yourself a tender kiss or a gesture of love
Open a file and save it

buy a program
special to cry
where in the tears
You can choose variety

I am the voice of your master
linked to your heart
I grant you future
in exchange for your freedom
 
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Judah

Judah

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Oct 1, 2020
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An intrepid swordsman named Diego Cortés receives a bag of gold in exchange for accompanying a silent pilgrim from Puente la Reina to Santiago de Compostela.

He was not the most honest man but he
He was a brave and faithful man
Nor was pity sheltered in him
He lived poorly, renting for three maravedís
The sword of him and Biscay in
Low-gloss and worst-end settings

They were hard times and bread had to be found
Picaresque reigned, the sword and the vote to such
The steel shines in his hand
Pearl the face of him sweat
Where the sea has no owner will go
will go looking

At his back, a shadow and on foot
He followed him without losing
No detail, he seemed to learn
His gaze reflected calm and peace
His voice deep and familiar
He recounted legends of old

Something mysterious enveloped him, he never slept
They say that he fed on the popular story
The Cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the sun
His face never discovered
The name of him hid

on the roof of time
In the attic of dreams he drowns out a voice
"Don't believe everything you see, just listen to your intuition"
And if you harbor doubt
You'll never, never find comfort inside
Roll the dice right cause the road game has begun

sharpen your wits
Use mancias, use tarot
Read in the soul of the forest and guess where death hid
The steel shines in his hand
Pearl the face of him sweat
Where the sea has no owner will go

The steel shines in his hand
Pearl the face of him sweat
Where the sea has no owner will go
The Cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the sun
His face never discovered
 
Judah

Judah

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"A Navarran legend tells that on the spring solstice they would gather around the fire in the hope that its light would guide them at times when the soul founders". Our unique Diego Cortés, performs this experience, because he can not find his way. The pilgrim watches, he seems to learn...

How much longer do I have to wait?
How much more do I have to look for?
So I can find the light that I know is in me

I have lived alone surrounded by crowds
I've never managed to love, because I don't even love myself

When you see a shooting star, keep it in your heart
It is the soul of someone who managed to give his love to his loved ones
When you hear a child ask "Why does the sun come and go?"
Tell him "Because in this life there is no light without darkness"

If you are able to return a betrayal with a smile
If you are able to give your hand to the one who pointed to you with his
Don't take root in one place, move
Well you are not a tree, for that you have two feet
The wisest man is the one who knows that his home is as big as he can imagine.

The best day is when the soul is hungry and thirsty
Do not forget what you learned, do not stop understanding
Surround yourself with good people and you will seem so
Surround yourself with wise men and something in you will stay

No, there is no good without evil
light without darkness
 
Judah

Judah

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A minstrel loaded with illusion and fabulous stories brought from Segovian lands arrives to Navarrese lands. His name is Óscar Sancho: a nice guy, raunchy and lustful, in short, he's a musician

You can rip my heart out of my chest
Turn my voice into a faint whisper
Reduce a whole life to just one line

You can about me, give biased opinion
Criticize my job that is not future
I feed the bonfire of imagination

May the rain fall on the sky
Let the sea, confused, go to a river to die
That at night the rooster crows in the morning
That with the souls he went to have fun

I live with passion on the surface
Between verses you will find my home
she waits for him to come back
And while I keep her kisses and her voice
In my heart

I search along the way for all the answers
And I have realized that they are in me
Communicator of dreams I want to be

I am a musician, I will be a musician
Conductor of sensations to your skin
I make memories that you tie with nostalgia to my song
I can never leave her
my life is a song
I am a sculptor of the soul
I am a musician and I love in treble clef
Until I hold my voice

We are crazy to tie
We are troubadours that in your city
We give brushstrokes of color to your gray reality
We are half gentlemen
Half bohemians and liars
We are not what a father wants for his little baby daughter
 
Judah

Judah

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It is said that whoever walks the Camino de Santiago simultaneously walks an inner path, a search for one's own self, in which they must face the loneliness of the path and the physical and spiritual hardship; also to some other test and temptation...

I need a medium
To get out
Of boredom and tedium
And in the chaos live

Hello, my owner, I am your remedy
I can help you
If he leaves his way, he seriously leaves it
He's going to get fed up with partying

And you will see that in me everything is fun
In my world you sleep only once a month
I can make crickets talk
I am the Lord of Springs
Say the magic words and I'll come
Hyrule (Ion Machine)
Hyrule, Ion Machine

I have a band of rock goblins
"The Chiquititos Band"
They do heavy versions of Nino Gramo
And to the voice Satan

To the lights and effects, Torquemada
In fires, he is the best
As dancers I have two burned witches
They move with ardor

And you will see that in me everything is fun, haha
In my world you sleep only once a month
I can make crickets talk
I am the Lord of the Springs
Say the magic words and I'll come
Hyrule, Hyrule, Hyrule, Hyrule, Ion Machine
 
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Judah

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In Riojan lands (famous for its wines and beautiful mountains) our two characters meet a bon vivant, who, having proposed to make a pilgrimage to Santiago, made a twenty-year stopover in La Rioja, to abandon himself to the meditation provided by the ingestion of wine and to the relaxation of the aroma of a girl. In short, not to give a stick. His name was Juan C. Flores.

Approach this old troubadour
For two coins or a loaf of bread
I tell my life to whoever wants to listen
Follow me, come! follow me, come! follow me, come!

I come from a country bathed by the sea
I was going for sir, and the truth
It's that tired of violating and oppressing
I heard a voice: "to know a world you have to go"

"Wherever your feet take you
And by destiny you will have the horizon
No creeds, no nations, just love."
Hard dick doesn't believe in God

And in this way I began to forget
All wealth, all comfort
But soon I noticed
That there was another world, there was another life outside of me

At nightfall the moon cradles me
And the stars surround me
At dawn the dew grooms me
And the breeze wakes me up

I am criminal by trade
Sometimes I eat cold
And, the least, hot
I rent my conscience
to soothe souls
Of faults that do not let sleep

In these years I learned the hard way
That only with dreams you do not pay bills
And only fools dream of what
With what never, with what never
they will never have

Don't talk to me about God or evil
because when i make love
I do not distinguish religion
Hard dick doesn't believe in God

I am criminal by trade
Sometimes I eat cold
And, the least, hot
I rent my conscience
to soothe souls
Of faults that do not let sleep

I assault on the way
To luck and destiny
And some clueless girl
I am a pacifist without a flag
So fight for peace
It's like fucking for virginity
 
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Judah

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There is a beautiful popular song that the mysterious pilgrim heard from a Basque shepherd, Ander Guisasola, who sang to a maiden from La Mancha named Ana, better known as the freckled one. The pilgrim watches, he seems to learn...

I want to be your skin in the winter
So that the cold in you cannot enter
I want to be the light on your path
Sun at night, fresh water in the sea

To be the door that I never let pass
To long, silence and loneliness
Being different bodies with the same purpose
Be my love, be me in you...

And if I have to break chains that bind me
As usual, I will break them
And if I have to move mountains that in my mind
Don't let me see you, my love, I'll move them

I put God as my witness that I will not fail you
I will be advice baby, but not your judge
Time taught me that the food of love
It is trust, respect and a cushion
 
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Judah

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That same night, Diego Cortés and his companion attend the most beautiful event that human eyes can contemplate: the birth of a peasant's son. She sings this song to him.

Sleep, sleep and dream of having
A life without temptation
Of delusions, of gold and power
To judge, even if there is reason

Greed is slavery
Of the soul and freedom
May envy never kiss you
Don't let hate and evil embrace you

Sleep, sleep and dream of being
The guardian of your best treasure
The love that I have poured into you
Of that you have a lot to give

Do not magnify yourself with wealth
Don't be afraid of poverty
Let neither defeat nor failure prevent you
See that tomorrow will be another day

Sleep, sleep, I'll be here
The clouds will be your mattress
That neither the wind nor the breeze leave you
To caress, because you are my gift
Sleep, sleep and dream of having
 
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Judah

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Any death gives way and room to a new life. It is the farewell of a man to his wife, it is not a goodbye, it is a see you later.

If it is true that there is something more
I'll wait for you
I need to rest
Your love I will take

I'm going to a place
where time is an illusion
the breeze is colored
The music voice, and the sun is made of cotton

I will walk through the light
in the form of eternity
my voice will be silenced
my body will be yesterday

In drops of soul I go
Sailing to the end
Do not doubt that when looking
Inside you, you can find me

when your time is gone
It's time to go
Prepare your trip well
Don't be afraid and go

cry no more for me
I'm always close to you
I will wait for you in the light
There where no, there is no pain
 
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Judah

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Matchday #11 on the road. In Valladolid they go, at nightfall, to a pagan celebration in which songs and dances are mixed with condemnations towards feudalism, the Church and the hunger suffered by the people.

When you wake up one day and feel like you can't take it anymore
That in the name of the one above, your life is going to be managed
If you feel that fear sticks to your skin
For being a community member and wanting justice

If you give up brother, for you you will never think
When they go to ask you for tithes at the end of the month
And the holy inquisition invites you to confess
That's why friend you raise your voice
Say you never asked opinion
If it is true that there is a God who works from dawn to dusk

Stand up, raise your fist and come
To the pagan party, at the stake there is something to drink
Of the same condition is not the people or a lord
They have the clergy and we have our sweat

If there is no bread for yours and you see the abbot very fat
If his virgin wears gold, undress her
How are they going to silence the goldfinch or the canary
If there is no prison or tomb for the libertarian song
 
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Judah

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Diego Cortés finally finds his way and is honest with himself. He is homosexual, at a time when he has to hide his feelings towards the loved one.

How long do I have to wait to finally be able to find the other half of me to accompany me to live?
I swam time in a sea of appearance and drowned love.
You cannot hide the perfume of a flower.

How much does it cost me to survive?
How much to smile?
Without being able to take off the mask that disguises me as normal.

And I will come back to look for you wherever you are, I just want to love you and be able to have
Someone to lean on, someone to dump all the love that cut off what they will say.

No more fear of giving my lips without first looking, no more fear of caressing our bodies and dreaming.
And to hell with the cabinet and the divan.
Yes you have to fight, fighting is educating.
In matters of the heart there are no rules of two.
That we are different, we are the same, no more ghettos raise your voice.

Fight for the right to choose which head to share your pillow with.
Proud to be who you are and not how you should be.
 
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Judah

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Meeting of the pilgrim with a madman (a mentally ill person) who tells the pilgrim that if it is true who he claims to be, he should restore his sanity and build a temple for him.

Just like yesterday it rained sadness like a shooting star
That dies discreet, ephemeral without leaving a trace when leaving
Today the morning has the foolishness and the look of the sun
She is tired, rheumy and fed up
She unfolds her stripes in drowsiness

It hinders the morning to whom
She is not able to understand
That three and six are not ten
Who is who he is and not who he believes

I live inside this cage of bones
My mind one day took flight
beyond wonderland
Alicia one day she heard ask

Down the road to the land of oz
In search of clarity and reason
Get out of his cell, which is reality for him
Find the key hidden inside

Well I want to undress
My soul of darkness now
Well I want to wake up
And know why to love

Drowning out the madness is like trying
Cover and hide the sun with a finger
Giving birth to thoughts is like emptying
Only with my hands the sea

give me peace
And I will raise you a temple
shut them up
there are voices here
give me peace
Well, I search and I can't find
 
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Judah

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There is a legend that count in Ponferrada about a mysterious lady that appears, along the way, to everyone who "is pinocho".

Listen to the story I tell you
As a witness I put the time that this happened
The rain god moaned and cried
And by entourage the fog accompanied him

seconds before midnight
At the hour when the witches take tea
Where the forest horizon hides
In a clearing, an inn in the distance is seen

Her name was Kelpie
the lady of dawn
On the night of the dead she can be seen
your soul wants to possess

They say that she lived tormented
And her prince was to promise to put
And once laid, forget what was promised
And at nine months not even her hair was seen

For meeting a man she was condemned
Buried alive within walls Kelpie died
And since that day
her soul guides you
Towards the inn where she met him

don't kiss his mouth
If at midnight you see her
Well if you caress those lips
You will always die on your feet
Between the walls there are already 110
 
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Judah

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As the days go by, the mysterious pilgrim feels more and more interested in what surrounds humans (love, loneliness, hate, desire, friendship...). This little song sung by an old man makes him smile...

Sadness is always
like a sponge
Absorb the water of life
Until I make her die

Feel desire
And strangle him at a time
is to fill the sea with stones
And try to cross

When you see that you can't stand
the emptiness of loneliness
If the force is only in your saliva
learn to act

When you feel the need
It's not good to just give of yourself
The kind part and "everything is going well"
learn to cry

Learn to cry
The marks that life leaves
In the face they look
The traces that love leaves

In the heart are read
The marks that life leaves
In the face they look
The traces that love leaves

In the heart are read
learn to see and read
 
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