Me persigue una alucinación desde el sábado por la noche. Todo empezó con un “buenas noches, cabrones” y ahí seguimos desde entonces, Bunbury, su banda y unos cuantos amigos en el salón de casa, como tantas y tantas tardes atrás. Me persiguen las guitarras y un acordeón, una rodilla flexionada, el cierzo y el viento de Levante. Si tuviera que irme ahora, él vendría en mis bolsillos para hacer las mismas preguntas desde otro andén. En vano, porque las palabras no sirven para nada.
Me persigue un tipo con pantalones imposibles y sombrero de cowboy (chapeau, sí, señor) que desata mis instintos más primarios. Todavía tengo agujetas en el estómago de tanto gritar, de gritar cantando, de gritar pidiendo 'el jinete' o 'alicia'. Gritar de puro placer. “Nada puede dañarme con mis amigos. Nadie puede. Nada puede”. Y ahí seguimos mis amigos, Bunbury y su banda y yo desgañitándome en el salón de casa.
Foto: www.enriquebunbury.com/José Girl
martes, 21 de octubre de 2008
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Me parto. A mí también me los desata. Pequeño Cabaret Ambulante...Y por lo visto tiene un estudio de grabación en el Puerto, aquí al laíto vamos, debería investigar esto.
A mí este hombre depende, su música, digo, porque él nada de nada. Sin embargo, te entiendo perfectamente. Esos momentos...
Ya no me parto pero me gusta más. Hay una segunda lectura o no y yo no lo ví a la primera.
AMY MACDONAL - THIS THE LIFE-
Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
So your heading down the road in your taxi for four
And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
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