música, Recuerdos

Esta mañana vi

En el semáforo de Conde de Casal, cruzando por el paso de peatones, vi a una chica con tremendo taconazo. Zapatos de color crema. Se le salía el zapato izquierdo. Y he pensado primero en lo incómodo de los tacones tan altos, y después en lo incómodo de tener un zapato que se sale y tener que estar así todo el día hasta llegar a casa. Porque seguramente iba a trabajar. Llevaba un bolso y una bolsa típica que lleva los tupper dentro.

Después he mirado a la derecha y he visto un niño o una niña que iba de paquete en una moto. El niño/a se movía muchísimo. Supongo que le estaría contando algo a su ¿padre? Supongamos que era su padre.

Y mientras esto pasaba sonaba en Radio 3 la canción que comparto más abajo, porque había ganado un Play Off contra Yes.

Después se ha abrió el semáforo y seguí en busca del lunes

Feliz día

You shouldn’t hide but you always do
‘Cause even when you’re gone I can see right through
You want disconnection
You want me there enough for two

Pull a woolen blanket across my eyes
Dream a quiet place for us to fight
Oh no, your heart is broken
Don’t you think that’s a little trite?

I climb where I can see
You’re close but I won’t reach
Blank stare at the TV
CNN’s on channel three

In the passing line on 1 and 9
Stuck in sad, car stuck in drive
Oh well, your heart is broken
Well, you can have what’s left of mine

I climb where I can see
You’re close but I won’t reach
Blank stare at the TV
The Howling II’s on channel three

Oh, I drift off to sleep
While the snow falls on the screen

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fin de semana, finde, música, Pensamientos

Siete minutos, un segundo

La canción que descubrí esta mañana en la radio dura exactamente siete minutos, un segundo.

Siete minutos quedan para terminar el día.

Un segundo para desearte un feliz fin de semana.
Prometo volver.

We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nothing
We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nothing
We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nothing
This is nowhere
We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nowhere
There is no one
Here

It moves like a virus and enters our skin
The first sign divides us, the second is moving to Berlin
But that’s not the state I’m in
The air is thin but that’s not the state

The old guys are frightened and frightening to behold
Their heads come out fighting and still doing what they’re told
But you’re waking a monster that will drive you from your orioles of gold
And your body will get cold

And we don’t waste time with love
It’s just death from above

Your head is on fire, your hands are getting weak
We all, we all get stupid in the heat
You’ve basted your brains with the shatter and defeat up on the street
And this is nowhere

The early years were boring
The quiet, unhappy punk
See mother was a cripple and my father was a drunk but gentle man
So we do the best we can

This is the plan
Wear your makeup like a man

‘Cause we don’t waste time with love
Yeah, we don’t waste time with love
It’s just a push and a shove

Well, there’s a full-blown rebellion but you’re easy to confuse
By triggered kids and fakers and some questionable views
Oh, call the cops, call the preachers!
Before they let us and they lose

When oh, we all start arguing the history of the Jews
You got nothing left to lose
Gives me the blues

And we don’t waste time with love
And we don’t waste time with love

So call the police
Yeah, call the police
Yeah, call the police
Yeah, call the police
Yeah, call the police
Yeah, call the police
Just chase the cops
Yeah, call the police
You’re crazy, man
Yeah, call ‘em up
Just call the police
The first in line
They’re gonna eat the rich