sábado, junho 07, 2008

Just Amy

La tipa será una drogadicta, alcoholica, anorexica, bulímica... en fin autodestructiva en todo lo que la palabra audestrucción pueda abarcar, sin embargo, es una genia. Su disco Back to Black es brillante, espectacular, buenisimo, bakan y todos los adjetivos genialísticos que se me puedan ocurrir. La tipa sabe cómo vomitar sus demonios en las canciones más geniales que me ha tocado escuchar en el último tiempo.
Todas las canciones tienen ese algo que te hacen ser adicta a ellas. No sé si será la honestidad, el ritmo, su voz, su mordacidad o todo esto conjugado, pero desde que escuché Rehab no me he podido despegar de esta señorita que si hay algo que hace bien, es crear canciones de puta madre.
Aquí mi canción favorita del disco

Tears Dry On Their Own

All I'll can ever be to you
Is a darkness that we know,
And this regret I got accustomed to.
Once it was so right
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night.

I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached.
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I don't understand,
Why do I stress a man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could've never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is an inevitable withdrawal.

Even if I stop wanting you
A perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon.
I couldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above
A blaze

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets.
So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In my blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I am grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry...

http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=I6LVGcIC1Tc

2 Comments:

Blogger Juancho, un moderno Mersault said...

oi, como va você?
e você a namorada de Maximiliano?
você tem alguma informação dele?
faze tempo que não consigo contata-lo
Con él (y con usted, por lo que he comprobado), compartimos el gusto de escribir, aunque me considero con menos experiencia, pero más vale tarde que nunca XD
que esté bien.
Até mais!

(A pesar de que no he ido nunca a Brasil, me encanta la lengua que ahí se habla)

10:30 PM  
Blogger Juancho, un moderno Mersault said...

MIRÁ ,MIRÁ! UNA COPIA TEXTUAL!


"... solo, eso, tu sabes que siempre me ha gustado lo q escribes... bueno menos ese texto e la otra vez q borraste.. menos mal q lo borraste
un beso
te amo y porq te amo no te quise ir a dejar
vuelvete llllllipi, y pasalo bien

7:17 AM"


ES POSIBLE EL AMOR DE HERMANOS?
CLARO QUE SÍ JEJE
A MIS HERMANAS LAS AMO IGUAL, COMO HERMANAS, CLARO.
ASI Q NO SOY TAN RARO XD
CUIDATE
TCHAUU!

8:24 PM  

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