"Cigarettes and chocolate milk
these are just a couple of my cravings
everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger
a little bit thicker
a little bit harmful for me
if i should buy jellybeans
have to eat them all in just one sitting
everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter
a little bit fatter
a little bit harmful for me
and then there's those other things
which for several reasons we won't mention
everything about them is a little bit stranger
a little bit harder
a little bit deadly
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part so broken-hearted
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sitting here remembering me
always been a shoe made for the city
go ahead, accuse me of just singing about places
with scrappy boys faces
have general run of the town
playing with prodigal songs
takes a lot of sentimental valiums
can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy
while running on empty
you little old doll with a frown
you got to keep in the game
maintaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of 'a lesson in tightropes'
or 'surfing your high hopes' or 'adios kansas'
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part so broken-hearted
still there's not a show on my back
holes or a friendly intervention
i'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see you
so please be kind if i'm a mess
cigarettes and chocolate milk"
Rufus Wainwright, "Cigarettes and chocolate"
Hoy me he despertado caótica: corazón y cabeza han perdido el compás. Mi dislexia ha pasado del teclado del ordenador al modo en que camino. Observo mi reflejo en los escaparates y me sorprendo en mitad de una sonrisa. Debo haber roto todos los días grises del calendario, porque ni siquiera el sueño me pesa. Y sin embargo sé que necesito tiempo, espacio, peñíscola, música, libros y mar de fondo para consolidar la alegría de este verano y convertirla en un estado de ánimo.
Chocolate milk. Cedo los cigarettes.
Mi padre me traía folios y lápices bicolores del despacho.Yo aún no sabía escribir pero pintaba filas de hormigas y las salpicaba de puntos. Así empezó todo. Desde entonces no he dejado de rayar cualquier cosa: desde los folios del juzgado hasta el cartón de las medias. Esto no se cura, así que lo mejor es vivir rodeada de letras.
jueves, 30 de julio de 2009
So please be kind if I'm in a mess
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