At the Parallel
Urban Echoes: A Tale of Love and Longing at the Parallel
Lyrics
He stands by the doors of the Rex all night
He spends the night near the doors of the Rex.
Chain-smoking Celtas
Continuously smoking Celtas cigarettes.
His eyes trouble more than one woman
His eyes attract the attention of multiple women, causing them distress or concern.
His voice is heavy and deep
His voice is low and weighty.
There's dirt on the sidewalk
There's filth or grime on the pavement.
And the newsboys yell
Newspaper boys loudly advertise their news.
Nothing ever changes at the Parallel
Nothing seems to change in the area called the Parallel.
Nothing ever changes at the Parallel
Reiteration: Nothing seems to change in the Parallel.
There's a girl at the Molino
There's a girl present at the Molino.
She wears a leather coat
She wears a coat made of leather.
The dust of Barcelona
She carries the dust of Barcelona on her shoes.
Sticks to her heels as she walks through the door
As she enters, the Barcelona dirt clings to her heels.
And he thinks “What the hell does she come here for?
The man wonders about her purpose for being there.
Maybe she wants me, and that's her way to say it
He speculates that maybe her presence indicates her desire for him.
Maybe she wants me, and that's her way to say it
Reiteration: He contemplates if her presence signals her interest in him.
Maybe she wants me, but who am I to tell?”
He questions his own ability to discern her intentions.
He bites his fingernails
He nervously chews on his fingernails.
Scratches his eyebrows
He anxiously scratches his eyebrows.
Lights another cigarette
He lights another cigarette in a tense state.
Watching the queens of the street
He observes the drag queens on the street.
Acting their parody of love
They perform a caricature of love.
And he feels like he stands by the gates of hell
He feels as if he's stationed at the entrance of hell.
Nothing ever changes at the Parallel
Nothing seems to change in the Parallel, reinforcing a sense of stagnation.
Nothing ever changes at the Parallel
Reiteration: The lack of change in the area remains.
That girl from the Molino
The same girl from the Molino is mentioned again.
Who wears the leather coat
She continues to wear the leather coat.
Sits there rocking slowly on a chair
She sits and rocks slowly in a chair.
Gazing dreamly at the door
She gazes dreamily at the door, possibly waiting for someone.
And he thinks “What the hell ist she looking for?
The man wonders about her intentions once more.
Maybe she wants me, and that's her way to say it
He considers the possibility of her interest in him once again.
Maybe she wants me, and that's her way to say it
Reiteration: He ponders if her actions imply her desire for him.
Maybe she wants me, but who am I to tell?”
He remains uncertain about his ability to interpret her intentions.
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