Amy Pond: We didn't make a difference at all. The Doctor: I wouldn't say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey. [hugs Amy] The Doctor: The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
La masacre es permanente, la excusa es opcional. El odio es omnipresente, el motivo es brutal. La violencia es constitutiva, el freno es formal. El desprecio es indispensable, la consideración es frugal. La crueldad es necesaria, la astucia es legal. El insulto es inapelable, el saludo es banal. La amnesia es primigenia, el souvenir es venial. El tiro es ineludible, la mortaja es letal. La herida es irremediable, la cicatriz es mental. El silencio es imperioso, la queja es trivial La noche es sustantiva, el amanecer es verbal.
Minchin, qué decir, cada vez mejor. Como ya es un national treasure en Australia le dieron para hacer la cancioncita para el Sydney Opera House 50th Anniversary, y se mandó esta genialidad. Trajecito violeta, tan precioso, video perfecto, figurine en la escalera. Dice que cuando la escribió se la mostró a su hijo adolescente a ver qué le parecía y el pibe dijo que le daban ganas de hacer lo contrario.
Todavía resta humanidad. Un poquito al menos.
You've gotta keep it simple Life is like a song There are tunes that folk are used to So if you want 'em to sing along Just keep it simple
You oughta play it safe Life is just a game People like the rules as written So just give 'em more of the same
No one likes a smart-arse (No one likes a smart-arse) No one likes it complicated (You've gotta keep it simple) If you want to go the distance Find the path of least resistance And just take it
You don't want to stick your neck out (You don't want to stick your neck out) They'll take your head off if you do (They're gonna rip your head off) Just sit up the back and judge others (Hey, sit down!) It'll keep 'em from judging you
If you're too hard to stomach you'll never amount to nothing Ain't that something? No one cares what you have to say Just shut up and play the role you're cast in (You've got to play the role you're cast in)
You see, all the world's a stage So just say the lines you're given Exactly as they're written And for God's sake Act your age
No one likes a show-off (No one likes a show-off) No one likes a clown Just make sure you don't stand out in the crowd That way they can't cut you down You gotta build your walls around you (Build your walls around you) You build them straight and make 'em square (Build them straight and square) That way you'll blend in with the background That way no one will point and stare (No one will point and stare)
You gotta stick to your convictions (Stick to your convictions!) You gotta nail down your views (Nail 'em down) You wanna steer clear of the discomfort you feel When you walk in another person's shoes (You don't need that!)
You gotta work out who your team is Then wear the badge with pride Find a box that makes ya comfortable And then stay the heck inside
On the first day the Lord gave you television (Lord gave you television) On the next he delivered a couch (He delivers) Tell me how do you explain all this content If the universe wanted you out and about
Toe the line Don your suit Hide your truth Wipe your tears Don't cause trouble Find your bubble Stick to black-and-white ideas Play it safe Know your place Know your lines Know your limits Find a doctrine Get it locked in Build a box and stay in it
Toe the line Don your suit Hide your truth Wipe your tears Don't cause trouble Find your bubble Stick to black-and-white ideas Play it safe Keep it beige Keep it simple and sameish Leave the weird ideas to the Danish (To the weird old Danish)
You gotta play it safe Your mind is like a house If you keep it locked up tight You just might keep the world out.
De la pior remake del cine, City of Angels, que viene a ser Las alas del deseo de Wenders, aghhhh, un tema pectacular de Disco Alanis:
Like anyone would be I am flattered by your fascination with me Like any hot-blooded woman I have simply wanted an object to crave But you, you're not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight Must be strangely exciting To watch the stoic squirm Must be somewhat heartening To watch shepherd need shepherd But you, you're not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight Like any uncharted territory I must seem greatly intriguing You speak of my love like You have experienced love like mine before But this is not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight I don't think you unworthy I need a moment to deliberate
Cuando todo se vaya inexorablemente a la mierda, me voy a sentar a ver todas las pelis del Brat Pack, después de todo estaban hechas para mí. Curiosamente, The Breakfast Club la vi de grande, pero es un peliculón al que no le pasa el tiempo. Gracias John Hughes por tantos hitazos con densidad. Y por inmortalizar a Judd Nelson y a Ally Sheedy.
Es el Besnine Remix, que no está en espótifai y es mil veces mejor que la original, pero bueh, ahora está acá.
You said you'd never ever break, down But here I am sweeping, pieces off of the ground You said you'd never, ever play, to crowds But I've seen you hoping to play songs to them now I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, broke my alarm Everything's almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone We're fragile (Wish I'd have known) I never thought I'd be so fragile (You're not alone) If it didn't break before it's about to (We've been here before) I don't ever want to change I'm fragile I don't ever Some of the people appointed to give an opinion Never do get it I want you to come on and gobble a jimmy and... die N9na be giving the remedy and why? Critics are really the enemy and I Can't stand the way they slam today's gifted Effin' incredible, get fanned away with grands to pay This jam will lay scripted Deaf and impeccable Write a rhyme and I put everything in a flow I'm the N9ne I'm a look very mean When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show By the times it'll be better, leave it in the sto' 'Cause they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes Amateur writer dissin' He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks some may despise Never do try to listen It's real, I'm mad Clueless when you scribble on your pad How you gonna criticize with a chisel on your nads sizzling your ad You don't really get why I'm so pissed? Understand this (Understand this) I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit, yes I'm We're fragile (Wish I'd have known) I never thought I'd be so fragile (You're not alone) If it didn't break before it's about to (We've been here before) I don't ever want to change I'm fragile I don't ever Tell me that I'm famous Tell me that my name is Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uranus Tell me that your anus got your head in it I can smell the articles and know you're heinous Tell me that you love me, always thinkin' of me Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your favourite Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks That's the feelin' I get when you're concentratin' On this pen, on this pad Tell me you're willin' to diss on my craft Tell me the feelin' of pickin' apart this track Stop Puttin' my heart and my soul in these lines Tellin' me platinum and gold all the time Lookin' to bury, a deep hole for mine Drop This is more than you, and this is more than you And your entire building slanderin' and abusin' What I call the realest comin' from a student Told myself to use a poem as an UZI Empty magazine, I seen a magazine You seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin' That was nicotine, I'm 'bout to smoke 'em all And journalists involved should've known my music We're fragile (Wish I'd have known) I never thought I'd be so fragile (You're not alone) If it didn't break before it's about to (We've been here before) I don't ever want to change I'm fragile I don't ever
“(...) Me imagino a todxs estxs niñxs pequeñxs jugando algún juego en un gran campo de centeno y así. Miles de niñxs pequeñxs y no hay nadie alrededor ―nadie grande, quiero decir―, excepto yo. Y estoy parado al borde de un precipicio descomunal. Lo que tengo que hacer, tengo que atajar a todxs si empiezan a caer por el precipicio… quiero decir, si están corriendo sin mirar a dónde van tengo que salir de algún lado y atajarlxs. Eso sería todo lo que haría todo el día. Sería el arquero entre el centeno y así. Sé que es una locura, pero es lo único que querría ser”.
“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.”
"... los seis agazapados en torno al sabroso volátil. Como siempre, yo abrí el banquete comiéndome la rabadilla. La ceremonia umu takapu empezaba a serme harto familiar, pero nunca me resultó tan alegre como aquella noche."
Aku-Aku: el secreto de la Isla de Pascua, de Thor Heyerdahl, traducción de Antonio Ribera, Barcelona: Juventud, 1959.