Mr Precarious (digital single)

by Be Brave Benjamin

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This is the first single from the upcoming album, also called 'Mr Precarious', which will be released on March 18 by Discos de Kirlian.

The CD album can be pre-ordered here: discosdekirlian.tictail.com/product/dk23-be-brave-benjamin-mr-precarious

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released March 3, 2015

'Mr Precarious'

Benjamin Palmer - Vocals and acoustic guitar
Cristian Pallejà - Electric guitar, keyboard and handclaps
Vasco Batista - Drums
Mar Márquez - Backing vocals

Recorded by Cristian Pallejà
Mixed by Cristian Pallejà and Benjamin Palmer
Mastered by Javier Roldón at Vacuum Mastering


'El Niño Mudo'

Benjamin Palmer - Vocals, acoustic guitar, requinto guitar, slide guitar, harmonica, backing vocals
Ju Ortega - Backing vocals

Recorded by Benjamin Palmer
Mixed by Benjamin Palmer
Mastered by Javier Roldón at Vacuum Mastering

Music and lyrics by Benjamin Palmer

'El Niño Mudo' is a poem by Federico García Lorca

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Track Name: Mr Precarious
Mr Precarious

I’m a nanny goat on the surface of Mars
A goldfish wriggling on the seat of a car
I’m an elephant dancing on ice
A wedding cake guarded by mice

Don’t know how I ended up here or where I can go
But I’m not going to last long here, that much I know

I’m a pacifist at a NRA rally
I took a wrong turn down a dark alley
My head swims, my heart’s in a flurry
I try to run but it comes out a scurry

Don’t know how I ended up here or where I can go
But I’m not gonna last long here, that much I know

My position is precarious
And there ain’t nothing hilarious about that

I feel strange, I feel uncertain
Like I’m facing the final curtain
It’s been a while since I lost my faith
I’ve got to get the hell out of this place

Don’t know how I ended up here or where I can go
But I’m not gonna last long here, that much I know

My position is precarious
And there ain’t nothing hilarious about that

--

Señor Precario

Soy una cabra en la superficie de Marte
Un pececillo retorciéndose en el asiento de un coche
Soy un elefante bailando sobre hielo
Un pastel de boda vigilado por ratones

No sé cómo he acabado aquí o adónde puedo ir
Pero no voy a durar mucho aquí, eso seguro

Soy un pacifista en un mitin de la Asociación Nacional del Rifle
Me he metido en un callejón sin salida
Mi cabeza da vueltas, mi corazón late frenético
Intento correr pero apenas me muevo

No sé cómo he acabado aquí o adónde puedo ir
Pero no voy a durar mucho aquí, eso seguro

Mi posición es precaria
Y no hay nada de gracioso en ello

Me siento raro, me siento inseguro
Como si estuviera enfrentándome al telón final
Ya hace tiempo que perdí la fe,
Tengo que salir de aquí como sea

No sé cómo he acabado aquí o adónde puedo ir
Pero no voy a durar mucho aquí, eso seguro

Mi posición es precaria
Y no hay nada de gracioso en ello
Track Name: El Niño Mudo
El niño mudo

Por Federico García Lorca

El niño busca su voz.
(La tenía el rey de los grillos).
En una gota de agua
buscaba su voz el niño.

No la quiero para hablar;
me haré con ella un anillo
que llevará mi silencio
en su dedo pequeñito.

(La voz cautiva, a lo lejos,
se ponía un traje de grillo).

--

The Little Mute Boy

Translated by W.S. Merwin

The little boy was looking for his voice.
(The king of the crickets had it.)
In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice.

I do not want it for speaking with;
I will make a ring of it
so that he may wear my silence
on his little finger

In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice.

(The captive voice, far away,
put on a cricket’s clothes.)