Me dijo: Si quieres hablar un poco sobre el mar y los peces y
cómo influyen en la caída del Íbex 35, avisa.
Yo estaba escuchando a Rod. Es
pájaro tremendo. Los dos vídeos son magníficos, cada uno por lo suyo. Y la
grandeza de sus zapatos, una constante que se mantiene a pesar del paso de los
años.
La versión primera de los
Persuaders es magnífica en otra dirección. Pero yo en realidad venía de un
lugar bien distinto, de cómo empecé el día, de lo que escuchaba antes de
salir a caminar: la sanguinaria versión de Camera obscura -la de la furgoneta
en concreto-. Sin saberlo, estaba absolutamente conectada con la meteorología
que me esperaba. Meteorología, digamos.
Some guys have all the luck
Some guys have all the pain
Some guys get all the breaks
Some guys do nothing but complain
Alone in a crowd on a bus after work
and I'm dreaming
The guy next to me has a girl in his
arms
My arms are empty
How does it feel when the girl next
to you
says she loves you
It seem so unfair when there's love
everywhere
but there's none for me
Someone to take on a walk by the lake
Lord let it be me
Someone who's shy
Someone who'll cry at sad movies
I know I would die if I ever found
out
you was fooling me
You're just a dream and as real as it
seems
I ain't that lucky
All of my friends have a ring on
their finger
They have someone
Someone to care for them it ain't
fair
I got no one
The car overheated
I called up and pleaded
There's help on the way
I called you collect you didn't
accept
You had nothing to say
But if you were here with me
I'd feel so happy I could cry
You are so dear to me
I just can't let you say goodbye
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