Como inciar
La gente suele comenzar espectacularmente, hacer inauguraciones grandiosas, ominosas, pretenciosas. Yo no, señores. Al menos no hoy. Voy a abrir este blog con la letra de dos canciones de Pulp con las que me siento particularmente identificado, en especial en este trecho de mi existencia. Serán presentadas en su idioma original (ergo, inglés) y sin subtitular porque, a la manera de Boris Vian, je suis snob.
El Toro, por si alguna vez se lo preguntan, soy yo. Así me dicen, así me gusta y así me comporto. Si esto sigue sin responder a su pregunta, el problema me excede. Me mandan un mail, me invitan a salir (si son mujeres o, más importante, si NACIERON mujeres, en palabras de Vincent Gallo) y sino esperan a que algun día yo salga en la tapa del Espectáculos de Clarín. Cuando eso ocurra, sabrán que soy yo. Y si eso no ocurre, no desperen: sus vidas seguirán siendo igual de tristes, igual de monótonas y conseguirán menos sexo del que ustedes creen que se merecen.
A continuación, lo anunciado:
"Like a Friend", Pulp, banda de sonido de Great Expectations
Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.
"Common People", de Pulp, en el disco Different Class
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at St Martin's college
That's where I....
Caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine,".....
And then in thirty seconds time she said
"I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you."
Oh what else could I do?
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere
So it started .... there
I said "Pretend you've got no money."
But she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny."
I said "Yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure you want to live like common people
You want to see whatever common people see
You want to sleep with common people
You want to sleep with common people like me?"
But she didn't ... understand
She just smiled and held my hand
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
`cos when you're laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you called your dad he could stop it all yeah
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what ever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
Sing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along even though they're laughing at you
And the stupid things that you do
Because you think that poor is cool.
Like a dog lying in a corner
They will bite you and never warn you
Look out.
They'll tear your insides out
`cos everybody hates a tourist
Especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh
Yeah and the chip stain and grease will come out in the bath
You will never understand
How it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control
And with nowhere left to go
You are amazed that they exist
And they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why.
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
`cos when you're laid in bed at night
Watching .... roaches climb the wall
If you called your Dad he could stop it all, Yeah.
Never live like common people
Never do what common people do
Never fail like common people
Never watch your life .... slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, .... and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
I want to live with common people like you.
etc...
Espero que sean felices. Volveré y seré Melvin van Peebles.
El Toro, por si alguna vez se lo preguntan, soy yo. Así me dicen, así me gusta y así me comporto. Si esto sigue sin responder a su pregunta, el problema me excede. Me mandan un mail, me invitan a salir (si son mujeres o, más importante, si NACIERON mujeres, en palabras de Vincent Gallo) y sino esperan a que algun día yo salga en la tapa del Espectáculos de Clarín. Cuando eso ocurra, sabrán que soy yo. Y si eso no ocurre, no desperen: sus vidas seguirán siendo igual de tristes, igual de monótonas y conseguirán menos sexo del que ustedes creen que se merecen.
A continuación, lo anunciado:
"Like a Friend", Pulp, banda de sonido de Great Expectations
Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.
"Common People", de Pulp, en el disco Different Class
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at St Martin's college
That's where I....
Caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine,".....
And then in thirty seconds time she said
"I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you."
Oh what else could I do?
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere
So it started .... there
I said "Pretend you've got no money."
But she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny."
I said "Yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure you want to live like common people
You want to see whatever common people see
You want to sleep with common people
You want to sleep with common people like me?"
But she didn't ... understand
She just smiled and held my hand
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
`cos when you're laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you called your dad he could stop it all yeah
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what ever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
Sing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along even though they're laughing at you
And the stupid things that you do
Because you think that poor is cool.
Like a dog lying in a corner
They will bite you and never warn you
Look out.
They'll tear your insides out
`cos everybody hates a tourist
Especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh
Yeah and the chip stain and grease will come out in the bath
You will never understand
How it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control
And with nowhere left to go
You are amazed that they exist
And they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why.
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
`cos when you're laid in bed at night
Watching .... roaches climb the wall
If you called your Dad he could stop it all, Yeah.
Never live like common people
Never do what common people do
Never fail like common people
Never watch your life .... slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, .... and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
I want to live with common people like you.
etc...
Espero que sean felices. Volveré y seré Melvin van Peebles.
posted by Cadmo von Marble at 9:31 PM
3 Comments:
Number 1, with a bullet, welcome... (high fidelity).
Sebi.
Hey, Cadmo!!!
Felicito por tal emprendimiento. Un poco pretencioso debo decir, pero ud. ya nos tiene acostumbrado a sus arrebatos pretenciosos (ciertos arrebatos en el plano cinematográfico algunos de nos se lo agradecemos, pero solo a veces, así que no se agrande, esperamos ver "La sombra..." terminado para nuevos comentarios).
En fin, si necesita alguien para postear en su sitio sobre ciertas boludeces que acontecen en el cine local (tengo cosas curiosas, interesantes y hasta violentas para contarle, a ud. y a sus lectores), me avisa y estoy a su entera, o media, o cuarta disposición.
Felicito nuevamente y espero su "War of the worlds". ¿Lo recuerda? Profesional stuff.
L. Sender...
Gracias, Leo. Las colaboraciones son bienvenidas, aunque deben pasar por un filtro previo. Seguirá mi revisión de películas en DVD. Y podés contar con la grabación de War of the Worlds, versión radial de Welles.
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