He estado pensando cada vez más intensamente en la canción y el video y el disco y las reputemil categorías de la década existentes en mi imaginario ante la presión del venidero fin de la misma (espero y no de la era). Entonces, antes de sumergirme en mi torbellino de paréntesis y sinsentidos los dejo con la elegida en varias de las categorías.
Algún día quizás me anime a escribir acerca de mi amor por Jarvis Cocker, de lejos el más duradero de los que he tenido.
El video (la aparición de Cobain siempre será GLORIOSA):
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En vivo en TOTP (con letra en español para los monses):
La letra (mi cariño especial para la línea ''every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine''):
The word's on the street: you've found someone new.
If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you.
I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church -
she's trying to replace me, but it'll never work.
'Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine.
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
Such great disappointment when you got him home -
the original was so good; the one you no longer own.
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect
When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong
It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the two of them could talk
Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork.
Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second side of "'Til the Band Comes in"
Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let you down my friend.
If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you.
I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church -
she's trying to replace me, but it'll never work.
'Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine.
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
Such great disappointment when you got him home -
the original was so good; the one you no longer own.
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect
When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong
It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the two of them could talk
Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork.
Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second side of "'Til the Band Comes in"
Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let you down my friend.
Por cierto, quise llamar este blog badcoverversion, pero aparentemente un portuguesito de miércoles lo tomó primero (para no usarlo).
ResponderEliminarqué maravilloso que al fin te hayas decidido en hacer el bendito blog, señor Robert
ResponderEliminarSí, sólo bastaba con hacerlo, señora Rein
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