Dimecres, 19 de març

Les lletres alcohòliques

M'agrada molt escoltar l'Amy Winehouse a l'Ipod. Voltar per Barcelona, anar amb metro a la feina, creuar-me amb pas ferm i ràpid amb la gent pel carrer amb la seva música glamurosa. Fragilitat i poder.

You Know I’m No Good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say why did you do it with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like roger moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in the place, but I cant get joy,
Thinking of you in the final throws, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chicks and bitter
You say when we're married cause youre not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion, jamaica and spain
Were like how we were again
I'm in the tub youre on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice lickle carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
To truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled, yeah ya know that I'm no good

Amy Winehouse. Back to black.

lasius i neglectus
19.3.08

 

Dissabte, 8 de març del 2008

Dominguerus

Com deixar d'escoltar-te, de llegir-te, de veure't?

No dubtis que t'enyoro. Molt. Moltíssim. La vida segueix amb el seu pas gris, trist i sec.

Gairebé un any sense tu. Quin aniversari més miserable.





Do it

Never heard from you “I’m doing fine”
You get depressed or you are on cloud nine
You look tasty or a sorry sight
Shine your light
Mmmm
Never heard you singing on my mind
And never heard you humming a melodic catchy line
You just give me one thing back
So shine your light
Mmmm

Do it, do it, do it, put yourself in my place
Do it, do it, do it

I can see it in you eyes
You are different and you know it right
any given Sunday, any time
Shine your light
Mmmm
If I didn’t love you as much as I do...
I don’t know what I would do ‘cause I’ve never not loved you
You just give me one thing back
So shine your light
Mmmm

Do it, do it, do it, put yourself in my place
Do it, do it, do it

The Sunday Drivers. The Tiny Telephone

lasius i neglectus
8.3.08