Historias Urbanas

Leyendo el comentario de Alice respecto a las fotos de "momentos robados (II)", en el que decía que le gustaba sentarse en una cafetería a observar a la gente (pequeño placer que comparto con ella), me ha venido a la cabeza Ani DiFranco. Si alguna vez hubo una mujer que supiera contar historias de cafeterias, historias urbanas, historias de personas anonimas, usando palabras sencillas, directas, etc., es ella sin ninguna duda. Bueno, también Suzanne Vega, pero en otro estilo. Dificil elegir un par de canciones, asi que siguiendo con la temática os pongo Little plastic castle y Deep dish. Una pasada. Es interesante fijarse en lo que hacen los otros, imaginarse sus vidas, si seran felices o no, si han tenido alguna aventura amorosa, los secretos que esconden, etc. ¿Enfermo? ¿cotilla?, es pura antropología...

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Little plastic castle In a coffee shop in a city Which is every coffee shop in every city On a day which is every day I picked up a magazine Which is every magazine Read a story, and then forgot it right away They say goldfish have no memory I guess their lives are much like mine And the little plastic castle Is a surprise every time And it's hard to say if they're happy But they don't seem much to mind From the shape of your shaved head I recognized your silhouette As you walked out of the sun and sat down And the sight of your sleepy smile Eclipsed all the other people As they paused to sneer at the two girls From out of town I said, look at you this morning You are, by far, the cutest But be careful getting coffee I think these people wanna shoot us Or maybe there's some kinda local competition here To see who can be the rudest People talk About my image Like I come in two dimensions Like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind Like what I happen to be wearing The day that someone takes a picture Is my new statement for all of womankind I wish they could see us now In leather bras and rubber shorts Like some ridiculous new team uniform For some ridiculous new sport Quick someone call the girl police And file a report In a coffee shop in a city Which is every coffee shop in every city On a day which is every day

Deep dish Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish Fluorescent light of the bathroom Shows my hands as they are See an eyelash on my cheek Pick it off and make a wish And walk back out into the bar Wind at the windows Neon lights, the pattered pane The waitress wields the weight Of her tray around her palm The doorman cups his hands And lights his cigarette again And the rain marches on (This is only a possibility in a world of possibilities. There are, obviously there are many possibilities, ranging from small to large, before long there will be short, before short there was nothing. When there was nothing there was always the possibility of something, becoming what it is) Don't even bother trying To say something clever Clever is as clever does No matter what it says I'm looking for a sign Says you're for real this time But I don't trust what's in your head I walk up to the bar And point to the top shelf And then I throw my head back And laugh at myself I raise a toast to all our saviors Each so badly behaved It's too bad that their world Is the one that they saved (Now you got to dance with me, now is when it's gotta be cuz I can't wait for the dance floor to fill in. If you want to dance with me, I'll show you how it's gonna be cuz I can't wait for the band to begin) There's a spider spinning cobwebs From your elbow to the table While my eyes ride the crowd In a secret rodeo I smile with my mouth Lift my watch up to the light Say, oh look I have to go

Os voy a regalar otras dos canciones que me gustan muchos Two Little Girls que habla....bueno, habla de muchas cosas, a mi me dice cosas diferentes segun tenga el día...y Pulse esta canción me rompe, me descompone, me inquieta...

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Two Little Girls you were fresh off the boat from virginia i had a year of new york city under my belt we met in a dream we were both nineteen i remember where we were standing i remember how it felt two little girls growing out of their training bras this little girl breaks furniture this little girl breaks laws two girls together just a little less alone this little girl cried wee wee wee all the way home you were always half crazy now look at your baby you make as much sense as a nursery rhyme love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time and i don't like your girlfriend i blame her i never seen one of your lovers do you so much harm i loved you first and you know i would prefer if she didn't empty her syringes into your arm here comes little naked me padding up to the bathroom door to find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor with my back against the wall while you distill your whole life down to a 911 call now you bring me your bruises so i can 'ooh' and 'aah' at the display maybe i'm supposed to make one of my famous jokes that makes everything okay or maybe i'm supposed to be the handsome prince who rides up and unties your hands or maybe i'm the furrow-browed friend who thinks she understands here comes little naked me padding up to the bathroom door to find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor so i guess i'll just stand here with my back against the wall while you distill your whole life down to a 911 call

Pulse you crawled into my bed that night like some kind of giant insect and I found myself spellbound at the sight of you beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuff bluffing your way into my mouth behind my teeth and reaching for my scars that night we got kicked outta two bars and laughed our way home that night you leaned over and threw up into your hair and I held you there thinking I would offer you my pulse if I thought it would be useful I would give u my breath except the only problem with death is that we have some hundred years and then they build buildings on our only bones a hundred years and then your grave is not your own we lie in out beds, in our graves unable to save ourselves from the quaint tragedies we invent then undo from the stupid circumstances we slalom through I realized that night that the hall light which seemed so bright when you turned it on is nothing compared to the dawn which is nothing compared to the light which seeps from you while you're sleeping cocoonned in my room beautiful and grotesque resting that night we got kicked out of two bars and laughed our way home I thought I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath x14 Let's hold here..... keep holding keep holding lets just stay here That's beautiful...