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1.
It took me almost no time to grow accustomed to your love, honey you held the ladder when I was about to fall. For so long a lonely man haunted by a lonely ghost, I was about to give up trying when out of nowhere you came along. Now suddenly you’re standing there and everything makes sense: the darkest times, the endless roads, the nights without a friend. I never thought I’d see another sunrise till you came and brought it out, never thought I’d ever had a second chance, babe. Now everything makes sense, everything makes sense. I’ve seen the summer roses rot but now they’re blooming in my mind, they perfectly match the patterns embroidered on your bra. I’ve been through enough bad times to make a stronger man go weak, just about to give up trying when out of nowhere you came to me. Now suddenly you’re standing there and everything makes sense: the needless fights, the broken bones, the nights without a friend. I never thought I’d see another sunrise till you came and brought it out, never thought I’d ever had a second chance, babe. Now everything makes sense, everything makes sense, everything makes sense, now everything makes sense. Wake up wonder child, it’s time to go. Wake up wonder child, it’s time to go. Wake up wonder child, it’s time to go. Wake up wonder child, it’s time to go.
2.
Leave the Rubbish Out You should never come to me for right directions, no matter where you wanna get, how strong the impression I’m someone your dad would trust to keep you out of trouble. If you really wanna stay with me just leave the rubbish out, please leave the rubbish out. Everybody’s playing smart around the edges, playing out their dirty tricks, taking no chances. If you really wanna stay with me, the door is open, but I'm working hard on getting clean so leave the rubbish out, just leave the rubbish out. Now someone hints that someone holds someone’s attention by showing up with empty hands at odd occasions. If you think I’m waiting for your call, you must be crazy. Just show me what I’m waiting for and leave the rubbish out, just leave the rubbish out, leave the rubbish out, come on, leave the rubbish out. Let’s live a life of love, no time for broken hearts, let’s get drunk on the sweetest juice there is to find, drunk as skunks. Honey I’d be lying to you if I said I’m an easy man but if you really wanna stay with me there’s not a thing you cannot learn. You should never come to me for right directions, no matter where you wanna get or how strong the impression I’m someone your dad would trust to keep you out of trouble. If you really wanna stay with me just leave the rubbish out, just leave the rubbish out, leave the rubbish out, please leave the rubbish out. Now everybody’s playing smart around the edges, playing out their dirty tricks, taking no chances. If you really wanna stay with me, well, the door is open but I'm working hard on getting clean so will you please leave the rubbish out, just leave the rubbish out, oh leave the rubbish out, come on leave the rubbish out. Leave it out.
3.
I don’t wanna wait while you pick the horses for your wedding day, while you make a mess out of your wedding bed. I don’t want to be the echo in you bells I refuse to be your echoing bells. Would you say I do if they took their eyes away from you? If they knew all about me would you act so cool? You think you are in charge but you ain’t got a clue, you behave like you’re in charge but you ain’t got a clue. Goodbye, my love, goodbye, someday you’ll be sorry but now is now. The morals to the story are clear anyway: so bad a beginning had to come to a bad end, so painful a beginning had to come to a bad end. Mmmm, mmmm… Goodbye, my love, goodbye. Goodbye, my love, goodbye. Goodbye, my love, goodbye. Goodbye, my love, goodbye, someday you’ll be sorry but now goodbye, the morals to the story are clearly goodbye. So painful a beginning had to come to a goodbye.
4.
Home 06:46
You say it’s all in the stars and we have nothing to lose. Oh, you seem to forget it’s me you’re talking to. I say if it’s all in the stars we have nothing to win. Now I’m talking about me, mostly about me. I’d rather think you’re insane than accepting you’re gone. Nothing you ever said has yet proved me wrong. You really thrive in the fight, you really thrive in the pain. You must be insane, hey, you must be insane. You will never know where’s that place you call home, you will never know where’s that place you call home, you will never know where’s that place you call home, you will never know where’s that place you call home. You were my home, you were my home. You were my home, you were my home. If it’s all in the stars we are done anyhow, you know. The love we were running on was bound to run us down someday. It takes a second to trip and a whole life to fall. Pitch black is the night and we are no more. You will never know where’s that place you call home. You will never know where’s that place you call home. You will never know where’s that place you call home. You will never know where’s that place you call home. You were my home, you were my home, You were my home, you were my home.
5.
I’ve become a lonely fellow, made a prison out of my days, I’ve become the lonely whisper in your head. I’ve become a lonely fool cause of the things I did for you, I’m a victim of the words I did not say. Now I walk an empty town, the streets I know no more. There’s an ever present danger of letting go. What I tried and did for you, honey you ain’t got a clue how it killed me, how it turned me into a fool. I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand it. Now I’m talking to your shadow as if I was talking to myself, unable to make out the difference between what’s there and what’s not there. When someone waves hello I look down and just walk on, I don’t have that much to say except in song. It isn’t so easy to please me these days, I wanna be pleased right now. For my fire to go on burning I gotta put out yours somehow. I’m not that easy to touch and you’re not that easy to hold, it isn’t so easy to please me, oh no, it ain’t easy at all. I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand the pain, I can’t stand it.
6.
It’s been almost two years of quiet grief and hidden tears since the girl with the restless eyes went and broke my heart. And nothing much has changed, sometimes I feel myself again but mostly I try not to think and bide my time. Trembling stars above the land, won’t you tell me where I am. I hate to admit it but it seems I’ve lost my way. Now I’m starving for some love but no one seems to stir me up and I can think of nothing else I care much for. I don’t know where to go from here, still got a musical career but I’m afraid if I keep brooding soon I’ll have none. Trembling stars above the road, won’t you tell me where to go. I hate to admit it but it seems I’ve gotten lost. Now these hills I drive across, they remind me of a song I wrote for you a million years ago today. I was young and I was proud and I just could not speak aloud the thirst I had for every little thing you said. Now these hills I drive across they remind me of a song but that song just didn’t have any words to it. Oh, the only song of love I’ve ever written for anyone wasn’t good enough for you, anyway. So for now I’ll just drive on, got some gas left, the road is long, there must be someone somewhere waiting just for me. And when I see her I will know that everything that went before was only a trial, an introduction, a bad dream. Trembling stars hanging up high, won’t you wish me now good luck. I hate to admit it but it’s time to leave her behind. Trembling stars hanging up high, won’t you wish me now good luck. I hate to admit it but it’s time to leave her behind.
7.
Thirty-One 03:30
The moon’s already high when she comes back home from work, she says she’s tired of trying, she often thinks of giving up. The dishes on the sink look like a scene from a cheap noir, she used to speak her mind with me, now she’s got herself a cat. Thirty-one’s too early for anyone to feel like that, she looks back at the good times like they will never return. Staring out the window like she once stared into the road, wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. The mirror says goodbye as she leaves late for her train, the wrinkles ‘round her eyes tell of nightmares and dead ends. Monday morning crowds resenting Friday evening drinks, no one looks her in the eye, they’re all walking in their sleep. Thirty-one and somehow it feels like everything is done, she looks back at the good times like they will never return. Staring at the TV like she once stared into the road, wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep.
8.
Strangers 04:19
I don’t think a broken heart makes any difference when the choices are going away or letting go. I might as well try to stop the sun, honey, when the night’s about to come: this has always been about you and you alone. Now, do you have the nerve to call yourself a giver? Did you really believe I’d be better off on my own? Of all the random things you said, some hit home and some just hurt; I wish any of them would’ve helped us out in the end. If you remember me, it must feel bad. If you judge yourself, it must be hard. When they find you out, where will you go? After all this time you never called, we’re strangers now, not even ghosts. Oh I wanted so bad, honey, to believe when you said all you ever needed was my love. You would not look me in the eye, but still I tried and tried; every time the doubts returned I simply fought them back. But it was not you, It was myself the one I gave up on, it was myself the one I tried so hard to forget. I lost every friend I had, I lost her, almost lost my mind, and when there was nothing left you just said goodbye, oh goodbye. If you remember me, it must feel bad. If you judge yourself, it must be hard. When they find you out, where will you go? After all this time you never called, we’re strangers now, not even ghosts. After all this time you never called, we’re strangers now, not even ghosts.
9.
I stay alone and wait for you, just like I promised I would do. I keep my job, go out at night or watch the news. Just killing time while I wait for you. I keep on writing for a living, but lately words have lost their meaning. It seems right now the only thing left for me to do is to hold my breath and wait for you. Of course I know you’re not coming back, but if it’s not you it’ll be no one. The seasons change, the rivers freeze and I face the truth. It breaks my heart, yet I wait for you. Your memory wakes me in the morning, your footsteps echo in the silence. I do not know what I would do if I could choose but for the time being I’ll wait for you. It breaks my heart, yet I wait for you.

about

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El séptimo álbum de Yuri Méndez se titula W. W es una estupenda colección de canciones estupendas grabadas en la frontera entre el lujo y la ostentación. Consultado al respecto, el propio Yuri comenta: «será por dinero». W se presenta en los formatos habituales —notablemente mejorados— y consiste en una variedad de instrumentos carísimos que, combinados impecablemente con miles de palabras escogidas casi siempre por su pertinencia semántica, no puede sino satisfacer a los hombres y mujeres de hoy en día que prefieran la alegría al crossfit y la mantequilla genuina al coaching grupal.

Por otro lado, a todas luces el izquierdo, Yuri envejece notablemente bien y continua escribiendo música sin tregua con el fin de saturar el mercado y cumplir en vida el sueño que a tantos otros les ha sido negado incluso más allá de la muerte: descansar los lunes y montar una tiendecita de import-export bien posicionada en Tripadvisor.

Por último, es necesario señalar que sus discos anteriores han sido recibidos con tanto entusiasmo por la crítica que al menos dos se han ido a vivir con ella y dicen no arrepentirse de nada. Afortunadamente forman parte de suficientes películas y series de televisión de todo el mundo como para seguir a disposición del público en general y del connoisseur avezado en particular. «Si será por dinero», insiste Méndez.
Son buenos tiempos en la tierra de W. o, como dijo el poeta, «duele un poco, pero los colores son admirables».

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W
-A Reference Guide-
W: 1. Double u / double you. The 23rd letter in the English Alphabet. Too much of a you. The you you are to yourself and the you you are to me. One you too many.
2. Double Yu: That's me. And me again. The one you love versus the one who loves you.
3. A beak facing down. Something naughty. A representation of the many ups and downs you need to go through to end up right where you started.
W/: With. A confusing state.
W/O: Without. An even more confusing state.
Wait: Short for waste.
Wannabe: A rabbit playing tennis using a broomstick as a racket.
Waste: To wait by a dustbin.
We: The only living being capable of walking in two opposite directions at the same time. Also aporia.
Weed: The soft bed where apricots fall.
What / where / when / who(m): Different interjections used to express surprise or a baffled ignorance.
Will Power: Australian race car driver (b. 1981).
Win-win: A situation where somebody else loses twice. Make sure it’s not you.
Wings: An excuse for birds to look down on humans.
Wishing well: A hole where wishes rot. A dangerous place to throw your coins into. The sort of thing you do when there’s nothing left to wish.
Woman: Not a bird, definitely.
Wonder child: See Wunderkind.
Woo: To wait on your wishes while holding back the rabbit with the broomstick. Also to play blind tennis.
Words: Those treacherous bitches.
Work: A jealous lover. A zealous cover.
Wunderkind: You as a child, when summers were brighter. And longer. Try and remember.
Wanderlust: A wish not to be here. (Not to be confused with weed or woman.)

Yuri Méndez’s 7th album is called W. W is a collection of finely crafted songs. The instruments are many and their intonations, variegated. W comes in the usual formats, only better, and full to the brim with sensitive lyrics for the man and woman of today.
On the other hand, presumably the left, Yuri’s ageing well and intent all the while on writing more numbers in order to keep a steady flow of fresh material ready at any time.

These are good times in W land or, as the poet said, ‘it hurts a bit, but the colours are admirable’.

Yuri Méndez is Pajaro Sunrise. Initially a duo, he’s been working on his lonesome ever since the release of the second album, 2008’s Done/Undone. Tons of praise have been dumped over his previous releases, as a matter of fact so many tons of praise that in the most critical cases (no pun intended), a shovel would be required to actually listen to the music. Thankfully, it’s been featured in enough movies and TV series all over the world to be still available both to the odd connoisseur and the public in general.

These are good times in the W land or, as the poet said, ‘it hurts a bit, but the colours are admirable’.

credits

released October 26, 2018

Performed by:
Jesús Montes: bass on Thirty-One and Strangers
Juan Diego Gosálvez: drums and percussion
Yuri Méndez: everything else

Written, recorded and mixed by Yuri Méndez.

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