Hoy tengo hueva

Sí, hoy tengo hueva. No quiero escribir en el blog y aparte, no se me ocurre nada (al menos nada que pueda ecribir rápido, pues estoy ocupado). Así que los dejo con un par de letras de Radiohead, que en mi opinión e encuentra entre los mejores grupos de rock de finales de siglo. La primera letra es mas bien un poema que se incluye en el OK Computer, la segunda es Fake Plastic Trees, del disco The Bends. Según un periódico inglés, es una de las canciones que más deprime a los británicos de principios del siglo XXI, junto con Everybody hurts, de REM. Para mi es una de las canciones ideales para suicidarse, una deprimente delicia. Escribo algo más elaborado mañana o mas tarde.


Fitter happier

Fitter, happier,
more productive,
comfortable, not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym, 3 days a week
Getting on better
with your associate employee contemporaries at ease
Eating well,
no more microwave dinners and saturated fats
A patient better driver, a safer car,
baby smiling in back seat
Sleeping well, no bad dreams, no paranoia
Careful to all animals,
never washing spiders down the plughole
Keep in contact with old friends, enjoy a drink now and then
Will frequently check credit at moral bank, hole in wall
Favors for favors, fond but not in love
Charity standing orders
on sundays ring road supermarket
No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants
Car wash, also on sundays,
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
Nothing so ridiculously teenage
and desperate nothing so childish
At a better pace,
slower and more calculated, no chance of escape
Now self-employed, concerned, but powerless
An empowered and informed member of society,
pragmatism not idealism
Will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
Shot of baby strapped in back seat,
a good memory still cries at a good film
Still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick
That's driven into frozen winter shit,
the ability to laugh at weakness
Calm fitter, healthier
and more productive a pig in a cage on antibiotics

Fake plastic trees

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time