That's really hard to follow.
[LAUGHTER]
I'm very nervous right now because of that
and piñatas kind of scared me because--
[LAUGHTER]
I don't know if you guys have been to a party with a piñata,
but they chase you around when you're trying to hit them
and it's not--
[LAUGHTER]
And then, especially, when it's shaped like SpongeBob,
that's like terrifying, so--
[LAUGHTER]
I don't even want to talk about that.
All right.
First, there was light, la luz, stemming
from la luna like a luminescent vine, moonshine.
As soon as they could see their shoes,
they danced grooves into landscapes
and made mountains with their steps.
Rivers of rhythm filled the Valley.
Sharp tongue cuts queer patterns into ribbon of every color.
Cheve and the cooler stacks like ice cold building blocks
since the beginning.
Es una fiesta.
Estrellita.
Fall from the sky in your cosmic low rider
complete with cool Chrome interior like a cyborg, dice,
fuzzy like dandelion, dangling from the dashboard,
and the supernova periwinkle paintjob
making ancient galaxies gasp.
[GASP]
Chingona.
[LAUGHTER]
[CHEERS]
Come to the party and bless us with your presence
in your favorite dress made of angel tears.
As a matter of fact, bring your whole family.
Let them drop like heavenly lemmings.
As a matter of fact, drop the whole damn sky
because, tonight, el mundo se acaba,
but we will still dance like there are broken beer
bottles lying beneath our feet.
We will still cry only on screen and drink like fish.
We will still pray like sinners and show love como
coyotes, hidden in the dark with barely visible kisses
and embraces.
Mi amor, Estrellita, kiss me at the party in pitch black,
where I will no longer be proud.
Bite my lip with no restraint, so I may still bleed Brown.
Touch my chest and feel mis flores.
Can you feel my thorns?
Can you bleed up a bath big enough for the both of us
to bathe in?
Baby, penetrate my chest with a dagger of chalchihueta.
Cherries stain my prickly pear sheets with sangre bendita.
Can you hear the memory of my sacrificial Aztec heartbeats?
Can you help me trace my roots with guava-laced fingertips?
Estrellita, can you hear the stories I tell?
Outside, the footsteps grow dimmer
as the bottles grow emptier as the last song plays on repeats.
(SINGING) Oye, como va mi ritmo.
Mi amor, do not leave when the sun rises as routine requires.
This party is too good to end.
Baila conmigo eternamente.
We can be murciélagos drinking fruit juice
and dancing all night long like the desert bats que
somos, mi amor.
I cannot see, if I cannot hear.
I cannot hear, if I cannot feel.
Your sonic touch, I cannot feel without you here.
I cannot dance sin ti.
[CHEERS]
[APPLAUSE]