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
"... 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.