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sábado, 31 de julio de 2010
KT Tunstall - Funnyman
Para hoy dejo una canción que dedico a esas pequeñas púas que, después de haber ido al campo, se quedan aferradas a tus dedos estorbándote. Esas pequeñas molestias que no sirve de nada tratar de quitar, porque nunca las encuentras y, al final, se van solas.
Locked inside your head
Do you realize the things you said
Never made sense?
We can sit here and laugh
But we don't know the half of it,
In your defense
We've been talking a while
And it seems to me each time you smile
Lights are coming on
But they don't burn too strong
And they won't stay for long
And then they're gone again
Funnyman, gotta plan to be something wonderful
Funnyman, listening to the world turning on its sail
Turn it into a brand new universe
Funnyman could never be anything else.
Do you remember the night
When I had to play your angel
Saving your soul?
Even though you were holding on tight
A part of you was taken by then demons below
When no one to lose
Said you feel like a bruise
On a beautiful body.
And all the damage you do
Is so honest and true
I don't want to feel sorry for you
Funnyman, gotta plan to be something wonderful
Funnyman, listening to the world turning on its sail
Turn it into a brand new universe
Funnyman could never be anything else.
viernes, 30 de julio de 2010
Train - Hey, Soul Sister
Hey, hey, hey
Your lipstick stains
On the front lobe of
My left side brain
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I went and let you blow my mind
Your sweet moonbeam
The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided
You're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind.
Hey, soul sister
Ain't that Mr. Mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move
Ain't fair you know
Hey, soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
Hey, hey, hey
Just in time
I'm so glad
You have a one track
Mind like me.
You gave my life direction
A game show love connection
We can't deny
I'm so obsessed
My heart is bound to beat
Right out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you.
Like a virgin
You're Madonna
And I'm always gonna wanna
Blow your mind
Hey, soul sister
Ain't that Mr. Mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move
Ain't fair you know
Hey, soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
The way you can cut a rug
Watching you's the only drug I need
You're so gangsta
I'm so thug
You're the only one
I'm dreaming of you see
I can be myself now finally
In fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you be
With me
Hey, soul sister
Ain't that Mr. Mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move
Ain't fair you know
Hey, soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
Hey, soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
Tonight
Hey, hey, hey
Tonight
jueves, 29 de julio de 2010
The Wombats - Let's dance to joy division
I'm back in Liverpool,
And everything seems the same,
But I worked something out last night,
That changed this little boys brain,
A small piece of advice,
That took twenty-two years in the make,
And I will break it for you now,
Please learn from my mistakes,
Please learn from my mistakes.
Let's dance to joy division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy,
Let's dance to joy division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
Yeah we're so happy.
So if you're ever feeling down,
Grab your purse and take a taxi,
To the darker side of town,
That's where we'll be,
And we will wait for you and lead you through the dancefloor,
Up to the DJ booth,
You know what to ask for,
You know what to ask for.
Go ask for Joy Division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy,
Go ask for Joy Division,
And raise your glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
So happy.
So let the love tear us apart,
I've found the cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,
let the love tear us apart,
I've found the cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,
(Let it tear us apart)
So let the love tear us apart,
I've found the cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,
(Let it tear us apart)
So let the love tear us apart,
I've found the cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,
Let it tear us apart,
Let it tear us apart.
Let's dance to joy division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But were so happy,
Let's dance to joy division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
Yeah we're so happy,
So happy,
Yeah we're so happy,
So happy,
Yeah we're so happy.
martes, 27 de julio de 2010
En primera, segunda o tercera.
Ondeaba el pañuelo, a media asta o asta entera. Ondeaba el pañuelo sin saber a quien mirar. Recojo los restos de la fiesta. Todos los silencios, la mugre. Todas las películas, los dedos y las cervezas. Me llevo a Muse, lo siento. Me llevo también las risas y este trocito de acera.
"¡Hola! ¡Adiós! ¡Hola!". El labio te tiembla.
sábado, 24 de julio de 2010
en el descanso
miércoles, 21 de julio de 2010
Las cosas que no se pueden contar
Se planteó su fortuna con media sonrisa dibujada en la cara. Pensar en las cosas que se había perdido porque sí, lejos de producirle una pataleta, le ralentizaban el latido de su sien. Era como si una avalancha de impotencia se le hubiera venido encima y, la única forma de no ahogarse fuera estarse muy quieta, callada, tranquila. A la espera.
Aquella lección de humildad, lejos de arruinarle el fin de semana, implicaba que su intuición no estaba tan dormida como ella creía, y, además, resultó ser de gran ayuda para bajar de la nube (sin demasiada violencia) a su ego incontrolable. ¡Será por noches! Esta la dedicaría a contar sus respiraciones.
No se había fijado en él en un principio porque le dio la impresión de que no estaban en la misma acera. Sin embargo, a medida que se iba rompiendo el hielo, sus hormonas despertaron del letargo y repararon en su sonrisa bonita. Tenía unos labios sensuales y un acento que hacía pensar que, en su boca, habitaba una lengua suave y de movimientos sugerentes.
Aunque podía intuirlos, nunca supo la verdad de sus pensamientos porque su timidez irremediable hizo que evitara su mirada constantemente. Se limitó a recostarse en el sillón de aquel monovolumen mientras se apartaba el pelo del cuello y a dedicarle miradas fugaces. Tenía complejo de musa al más puro estilo Clásico (;P).

Horas más tarde se encontraba ante el espejo del baño de su habitación. Una habitación de motel modesta, con una cama demasiado grande para ella sola. Un espacio desaprovechado al completo en el que podría dormir a sus anchas durante un máximo de 3 horas, con la única ilusión de robar el bolígrafo y los caramelos que había en la mesa de noche, junto a la nota de bienvenida.
Este debería ser su mejor momento, pero no era su mejor época.
sábado, 3 de julio de 2010
viernes, 2 de julio de 2010
The Killers - Who let you go?
And I promise that it won't get bad
But hopefully that story ends
But you ain't got nothing I never had
So let's take it slow
Someone must have loved you
Not the way that I do...
You're missing what I'm trying to say
Ain't nothing getting in my way
So tell me that's fantastic
And promise me, you'll always sigh
I find it so romantic
When you look into my beautiful eyes
And lose control
(gritos de quinceañera)
don't know what it means
But I've been wondering
Who let you go?
And honey, when you walk my way
It makes me wanna say...
Ohhh
(más gritos de quinceañera)
Sha-la-la-lo, sha-la-la-lo