| Letras y Escritos inéditos |
Lo que sigue es un conjunto de borradores, primeras versiones de canciones de JD y canciones que no fueron grabadas
por la banda. Las mismas han sido tomadas del libro Touching from a Distance. Ian Curtis and Joy Division de Deborah
Curtis (Faber and Faber, Londres, 1995) con excepción de Chance que fue transcripta por mi.
También tomados del libro de Deborah Curtis, algunos textos fragmentarios e inconclusos de Ian Curtis
(Waiting For)The Ice Age (1977)
Out Of Touch (1977)
Deadline (1979)
Driftwood (1979)
Conditioned
Secret (1978)
Day Of The Lords (1978)
End Of Time (1978)
Overcrowding
Chance
-Sin Título (1978)-
-Sin Título 2 (1978) -
-Sin Título 3 (1978)-
-Sin Título 4 (1980)-
-Sin Título 5-
-Sin Título 6-
-Sin Título 7-
-Sin Título e Incompleta-
(Waiting For)The Ice
Age (1977)
(primer versión de (Living
in the) Ice Age)
Scratching out atrocity,
Splintered in the sand,
In a deathshroud looking back,
Walking hand in hand.
Draw the lines onto your face,
To make it look brand new,
Nothing here will fit in place,
To screen the likes of you.
Stranded in hostility,
Buried further down,
Waiting in a churchyard,
For the sons to come around,
Burning down conventions now,
To give me all the proof,
Nothing here will hold somehow,
To give a glimpse of truth.
Searching for some other life,
To hide behind your door,
On a strange wave plunging down,
With hopes for little more,
Someone might have changed somewhere,
To bring us into line,
All so near to hit and run,
To cut the gaps in time.
Waiting for the cold to come,
To face one final stand,
Viewing scenes in black and white,
Walking hand in hand,
Reaching from the distance,
To find some strength again.
Out Of Touch (1977)
On the wasteline,
Heartbreak, mainline,
In a hurry to get somewhere.
Divorced from what's real so early.
All a waste of nothing really.
Arrive too late - don't you know you're out of touch?
Pass the dateline,
All on your time.
In a hurry to get something.
Staring at your own two faces,
Feeding off your private crazes.
You're out on you're own - out - out of touch.
Nervous feeling,
No scene stealing,
Can you reach the outer limits?
Stuck inside your pen too long,
Forgotten moves where you went wrong.
You've lost the feeling, now you're out of touch.
Empty station,
Too long waiting,
In a hurry to get somewhere,
Divorced from everything so early,
All a waste of nothing really,
You were never there always out of touch.
Deadline (1979)
Destinations always change,
It could be hours,
It seems like days,
Wait around as though nothing's wrong,
But heaven knows we've tried so long,
To do the final breakthrough.
A choice of gifts,
With cards to deal,
A narrow table,
Legs of steel,
A window seat with views the game,
All down the line we play the game,
For two, now we are two.
Destinations never change,
It seems as though we're days away,
And all the points that lead us to,
We never stop, just pass on thru' again,
Do it again.
Driftwood (1979)
Moving on out in a new line,
Setting our course by the sun,
Leaving the shoreline behind us,
We're drifting apart while we run.
Wheels are in motion above us,
Metal and power in disguise,
Scared of the danger around us,
We're drowning in our paradise.
Wreckage and gold on the sea bed,
Souls we could never reclaim,
Grey are the skies that surround us,
Forcing us farther away.
Moving on out in a new line,
Setting our course by the sun,
Leaving it all way behind us,
We're drifting apart as we run.
Conditioned
(una de las primeras canciones de Warsaw; aunque no llegaron a grabarla, parte de la letra fue utilizada en Exercise One)
Sure I'll see you drown,
You do for me, I did for you,
You're on the rim of wheels that turn
In ignorance, no way to learn.
Cure just takes you down,
Not down for good, that's understood,
Lights on green, borrowed times,
It's just the same, a different name.
Conditioned - you,
Conditioned - me,
No way out that I can see,
Conditioned - you,
Conditioned - me,
Who selects your destiny?
Just who's in the chair,
To think for me to make me care -
Turn down the TV,
Turn down my pulse,
Control my heart,
The sound's too much.
Secret (1978)
He desires love, in some special way,
Against all perversion,
Fed with fruits of decay.
He remembers,
How the guilty have seen,
All the pure but selfish,
Buried deep in his dreams.
He sees a vision in the sky,
Looking down at him,
Calling him by name.
Yeah he sees faces from yesterday,
Of what might have been,
But the past must still remain.
He desires love,
Not some perfect affair,
In hotels of steel and glass,
Just to cross on the stairs,
But he can still see,
All the angels in time,
As his dreams of ecstasy,
Turned to nightmares of crime.
He sees a vision in the sky,
Looking down at him,
How the past will still remain.
Yeah he sees a vision in the sky,
Staring down at him,
He'll always see the same.
Sure I'll see you down,
You do for me I did for you,
Cure just takes you down,
We're down for good that's understood.
Day Of The Lords (1978)
(primera versión)
We won't forget you on the day of the lords,
When our hearts stopped,
When we put up the boards,
To relax from all this sickness of words,
To escape from the collapse of our worlds.
We won't forget you, though in violence you go,
As the wheels turned in the theatres below,
An escape from the ends never met,
In apartments with the lives not formed yet.
You never really understood,
You never tried to change our minds,
As long as you were in control,
As long as we could spare the time,
And 'cause you needed to win on the day of the lords.
We won't forget you on the day of the lords,
In a new town, just clutching at straws,
With the door shut, now the running had ended,
And a last thought of the chances surrendered.
End Of Time (1978)
We resist all of times mutations,
And lose our hands for all lost creations,
We left holes in the best laid plans,
And registered every inward glance.
For all mysteries never seen and never revealed,
And the memories, always tired and never too real,
Yeah, the memories down on the paper cease to exist,
To uncover all true feelings inside just too much to risk.
We made out down the roads to nowhere,
And lost all purpose in the rush to get there,
From broken homes built on dust and ashes,
That marked the spots of last years crashes.
For all mysteries never seen and never revealed,
And the memories, always hazy, never too real,
Yeay, the memories of a future everyone shared,
But when the time came, looking over our shoulders,
Nobody cared.
Overcrowding
(escrita en el reverso de The Only
Mistake)
Faces pressed flat against glass windows,
Ten men in a room for two,
Censorship stops here,
No isolation,
Only detoxification.
Abnormal relationships formed,
In corners and on floors,
Breathless, breeding and cramped on all fours
No view, no sense of time.
It was a strange way to go.
Chance
(versión de Atmosphere, grabada en 1979 e incluida en el cd 3 de Heart and Soul)
Walk, in silence
Walk away, in silence
See the danger, always danger
Endless talking, life rebuilding
Don't walk away, face the danger
Walk, in silence
Walk away, in silence
See the danger, always danger
Rules are broken, false emotions
Don't walk away
People like you find it easy
Always in tune, walking on air
They're hunting in packs, by the rivers, through the streets
It may happen soon, then maybe you'll care
Walk away, walk away from danger
I'm just crossing the line, just crossing the line
Trying to get back, right where I was
Back where I was, see me crossing the line
Don't walk away
-Sin Título (1978)-
I can see a thousand wills just bending in the night.
And all the pretty faces painted grey to match the sky,
From a distance seeing friends just washed up on the shore,
A picture in my mind of what's to come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I can hear the voices lost in echoes as they build,
New homes to hide the sadness that the search for more had killed,
From a by road seeing friends just washed up on the shore.
Picture in my mind of what's to come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I can feel an emptiness and see heads held in shame,
Trapped inside a legacy of everyone to blame.
In the distance see myself just washed up on the store,
A picture in my mind of what will come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong to our own lifetime.
We won't crawl and never show our faces,
We'll stand firm and never show the traces,
Of the fear we knew but always could disguise,
Of this sinking feeling hid behind our eyes.
-Sin Título
2 (1978) -
I walked out and I thought for a time I could see
No defence, and I thought for a while you were me,
We were wrong,
In our time,
Always down,
Out of line.
I relaxed from the days filled with blood sport in vain,
And returned with the knowledge that we're two the same,
Two in Hell,
Two set free,
Too alike,
You to me.
And we watched everything pass us by in due course,
Always tied by a mutual feeling that lost,
We were two,
Two in Hell,
Two set free,
Known too well.
-Sin Título
3 (1978)-
Searching for some other way,
To bring some small relief,
Never to be satisfied,
And snatch at all beliefs.
Didn't have the energy,
To make up for my part,
Everything seemed easy but
I didn't have the heart.
Things that on the surface,
Seemed so very much the same,
But once you've made the move,
So long nothing else remains.
So afraid to make a break,
For fear of what I'd do,
It can cause repressive treatment,
When they put the blame on you.
I know now just where I stand,
These thoughts will never cross,
Victim of security,
Hoping to get lost.
But you've worked the whole machine,
And never missed out much,
Still staring in the mirror,
Trying so hard not to push.
Put you on a wooden cross,
Nailed reasons to your hands,
Covered in self-pity,
Maybe now you'll understand.
-Sin Título
4 (1980)-
Edging towards, a child you may keep,
Retreading the boards pretty young thing
You'll get your reward,
Permission to speak
A place for yourself,
A garden with swings,
Handwritten cards do nothing to ease,
To burden
Where is my release,
Face up to them all,
As they sway side to side,
They put me on show,
Disgusts and rewinds,
To take life away
Was life really there,
No sound, no
-Sin Título
5-
Just watchin' you -
Tearing strips off just for fun to get a better fit.
All eyes on you - sex induced, the labour proves,
Just watching every drip,
Waiting for you - brought us out to close all doors with broken laws - your laws don't fit.
It's all so coldly logical without a trace of fear,
Intentions, mask indifference, built up throughout the years.
Not televised, conceals the motives,
Not waiting for ease,
Till the cancer grows,
Replacing hope and you are the disease.
Just watchin' you -
Some minor accident -
An instant eyes turns blind,
All eyes in you -
Just some kind of accident,
In God's name, left behind,
Waiting for you -
Destroying gains,
All lost in vain, but kept in mind - you're way behind.
Some stranger strocity commit in silence now,
Not in these times, another world, but it's so close somehow,
A shattered nerve, for those who serve, the reason lost its way.
In streets of fear and all those here, the internees of hate.
Just watchin' you - tearing strips off just for fun to get a better fit,
All eyes on you - broken causes, no one knows the real cause, you're it.
Waiting for you - ultimatum, change it soon don't cling to every bit -
it just won't fit.
-Sin Título
6-
In the back of my mind,
All I feel is mistrust,
In the back of my mind,
All I see is the dirt,
Segregation of thoughts,
Ideals turn to dust.
Where some houses once stood,
Stands a man with a gun,
In some neighbourhood,
A father hangs up his son,
In the back of my mind.
-Sin Título
7-
Don't think I'd have stayed just for one more day,
It seems so much like home,
No room to go astray,
Don't think I could watch - with
mindless, empty tasks,
Intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.
Pictures all around, of how good a life should be,
A model for the rest,
That bred insecurity,
I walked a jagged line and then came back for more,
It's always in my mind,
An institution with no law.
-Sin Título e Incompleta-
(parte de la letra corresponde a Ceremony)
Avenues all lined with trees,
Edens garden left for thieves,
I looked upon an empty stage,
Where all the young men once had played.
Inroads leading on and on,
Filled with strangers every one,
The arrived and here to stay,
Look then turn their heads away.
Buildings torn down to the ground,
Replaced by new ones thought more sound,
And as torches glor right thru' the night,
A sacrifice for all that's right.
I looked ahead an empty space,
A lifetimes erased,
(en el reverso de la misma hoja...)
hanging from trees by their necks
typecast forgotten young saviours
lost by their own grace and favours
hinder the paths of
Men who forget,
As empires start to crack,
Men who forget brought up to
Men who just lack,
Any justice and
Any thoughts for
Bitter and torn,
All prejudice for the like,
Turning out one by one,
Clasp your hands, don't forget,
Minority hold
* * *
Perverse reactions, the failings of mankind. What is your disability? What cross do you bear? Will your
crucifiction leave a better place for your cildren, your children's children. Can you expect so much as terrors
of the modern age loom over distant hills, in violent cities, quiet towns and settled homes. Ignorance, a poor
man's friend. Avenues lined with trees and bitter memories. Technology and the ghosts of Christmas past. A family
that haunts even in your more friendly dreams, Father can I go out now ...Father can I go, Father ...Who are you?
Where am I? What am I?
* * *
Nothing seems real anymore. Even the flames from the fire seem to beckon to me, drawing me into some great past life buried somewhere deep in my subconscious, if only I could find the key..if only..if only. Ever since my illness, my condition, I've been trying to find some logical way of passing my time, of justifying a means to an end.
* * *
Someone called her name...Taking her children by the hand she walked over to
the other side of the room and glanced sideways out of the window, straightening the mirror on her way. Nothing.
Someone called her name... Children are crying in their bedrooms. Don't you know it takes something more to cope
with these problems, this stress. This I can take but the way some people look at me, the way some people talk,
really gets me down. This is all I want. This is all I came for. This is my life.
Someone called her name. A noise outside breaks the afternoon silence.
'Aren't you glad I came. I need someone to realise my dreams. I can take you away from all this. I've already seen
your daughter. I picked her up in my car on her way to school this morning. She's beautiful. Don't you think you
need a change too.'
Someone called her name. Sound of children crying.
* * *
Cold wind moving in from afar - death in the park, another senseless murder,
child mutilated, red sky calling, inserts deep inside, warm glow from the feet up - this could be Hell.
Twelve noon lined up against the wall - about face, load fire. Ten shot echo in a faraway African town. CIA
reports 'No cause to worry - everything under control.'
On the beach looking for old friends - cities springing up all around - metallic glow reflecting a coldness felt
only once in childhood. Money for this, money for that, money for nothing. I guess they died some time ago. Walking
on water - Moses crosses the red sea - world peace intact, with a deep sigh he turns to face the wall, hand in
hand they disappear into the night.
* * *
Pictures, brown round the edges, occupying places on half empty walls. As the dust gathers so do the memories of
a child's past. Healing wounds opened again and letters in strictest confidence for the world to see. Follow me
down the garden path, I'll show you where it all happened, oh so many years ago. Follow me down the path. Tears
of a brother lost before birth, sentenced to no life at all. Tears of a mother who knew she had lost everything.
'We left her playing here besides the flowers and then...It was horrible. I just can't bear to think about it.'
The clock strikes six, everyone eats and then sleeps. A deep uneasy sleep. I can't understand why. Pacing the floor
I stare out into the night. What's left for me?
* * *
A wider alliance that leads to new roads beyond the limits, holding hands, jumping
off walls into dark seclusion,
cut off from the mainstream of most intimate yearnings, I left my heart somewhere on the other side, I left all
desire for good.
Clinging to naked thought, impossible tactics worked out for impossible means. This is the final moment of
respite. The final page in the book. A bitter challenge between old and new, with one last warning.