Tenía que haber insertado esta entrada el día 1 de junio, pero como todos los finales de semestre, éste ha sido un lío bastante especial. Aunque teóricamente ya estoy de vacaciones, sigo trabajando en tareas atrasadas. Hasta el lunes, en que comeré cacahuetes de bolsa y beberé charco on the rocks. Bonita la letra de la canción, ¿no creen? Aquí les endilgo las lyrics, para que practiquen su inglés gracias al Pobresor Gafapasta. Ah, Bowie... ¡Cómo me gustaban en la adolescencia sus discos Space Oddity y el de Ziggy Stardust!
Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and t.v.s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought Id need so many people
A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadnt a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, dont think
You knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, youre beautiful, I want you to walk
Weve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Weve got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Weve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Weve got five years, what a surprise
Weve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and t.v.s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought Id need so many people
A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadnt a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, dont think
You knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, youre beautiful, I want you to walk
Weve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Weve got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Weve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Weve got five years, what a surprise
Weve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years
3 comentarios:
Felicidades. Ya tenemos algo que celebrar el día 1
Yo sé que a ti no te gusta el Futbol, pero con "gran orgullo" te digo que, por nuestra parte, ya tenemos qué celebrar el 26 de Junio, también. Muy buena letra, que aborda la "carencia" y "premura" que caracterizan nuestro modo de "vivir" actual. Steely Dan, mi conjunto musical predilecto, tiene una melodía similar llamada "The Last Mall" (O, más o menos en español, "La Última Tienda Departamental").
Pues nada, que se acaben los contratiempos, que ahora sí puedas llamar a esto vacaciones, y que el mar se te haga chico para hacerte un buche o lo que apetezcas más.
Salucita!
Espero beberme el mar con whisky, pero mejor no, no sea que me intoxique con tanta agua.
Saludos
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