“There there” de Radiohead: (Terrible tema, genial letra, parece un conjunto de refranes y frases de esas que te sirven y perduran en el tiempo, mi preferida es la que cierra la canción: “somos accidentes esperando a ocurrir”. De tener esta letra un trasfondo o un significado posta, prefiero no saberlo, me quedo con mi primera impresión)
In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
There’s always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don’t reach out, don’t reach out [x2])
Stay away from these rocks we’d be a walking disaster (don’t reach out, don’t reach out [x2])
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder [x2])
Just coz you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder [x2])
There there…
Why so green
And lonely [x3]
Heaven sent you
To me [x3]
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen.
Neighborhood threat de Iggy pop: (a nivel superficial está claramente dedicada a una persona que vive en la calle o a las personas que viven en la calle, pero posiblemente tenga un significado más profundo. No es casual que Iggy Pop encuentre rasgos humanos, de integridad y dignidad en la “amenaza del barrio”, el tema está bárbaro)
Down where your paint is cracking
Look down your backstairs buddy
Somebody’s living there and
He don’t really feel the weather
And he don’t share your pleasures
No he don’t share your pleasures
Did you see his eyes?
Did you see his crazy eyes?
And you’re so surprised
He doesn’t run to
Catch your ash
Everybody always
Wants to kiss your trash
And you can’t help him
No one can
And now that he knows
There’s nothing to get
Will you still place your bet
Against the neighborhood threat
Somewhere a baby’s feeding
Somewhere a mother’s needing
Outside her boy is trying
But mostly he is crying
Did you see his eyes?
Did you see his cray eyes?
And you’re so surprised
He doesn’t run to
Catch your ash
Everybody always
Wants to kiss your trash
But you can’t help him
No one can
And now that he knows
There’s nothing to get
Not in this place
Not in your face
Will you still place your bet
Against the neighborhood threat
Now that he knows
There’s nothing to get
Nothing to get
Not in this place
Not in your face
Will you still place your bet
Against the neighborhood threat
The beautiful people de Marilyn Manson: (fui muy fana de purrete y la verdad que con el tiempo me han quedado algunas letras bastante buenas de Manson, como esta que está dedicada a la crema social holywoodense, a los caretas)
[SPOILER]And I don’t want you and I don’t need you
Don’t bother to resist, or I’ll beat you
It’s not your fault that you’re always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It’s all relative to the size of your steeple
You can’t see the forest for the trees
You can’t smell your own shit on your knees
There’s no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That’s in your way
[Chorus:]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it’s hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It’s hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It’s as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
[Chorus]
There’s no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That’s in your way
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh) [x4]
[Chorus x2]
The beautiful people [x8] [/SPOILER]