martes, 31 de enero de 2012

Memo rex musicquotum

En un impresionante esfuerzo de procrastinación nunca antes vista por la humanidad:


Some stuff you might want to know about me


Inside an empty room my inspiration flows. Now wait to hear the tune. The music is the key:


I ain't being funny, I ain't got the brakes, I ain't got the aces, I ain't got the stakes. If only… I ain't got the nerve, I ain't got the makings of the man you deserve, I ain't got the time. If only… I ain't got the memories of tears in your eyes. If only…


I've never been a smoker. Yet sometimes I feel like I could use a drag. Cigarrettes and chocolate milk are just a couple of my cravings. Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger, a little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me.


And there's those other things which for several reasons we won't mention. Everything about them is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder, a little bit deadly.


What have I become? My sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end. You could have it all, my empire of dirt. I wear this crown of shit upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. So I'll leave the ways that are making me be what I really don't want to be, leave the ways that are making me love what I really don't want to love. I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome, I guess I'm a little bit shy.


Everything has changed for me now. In the dark, it feels so real. And all this time, we've been sleeping on it. It's a sort of revolution. We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way, doing the best things so conservatively. Off to the land of sleepy time I'll go. I'm gonna take my shoes off at the door. I'm gonna go where dreams like rivers flow. When the alarm goes off I just won't go.


I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined. So you'll have to ask. No one else can speak the words on your lips. So tell me what you want, what you really, really what. I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try. Are you more than my hunger? Lord help me if I starve. If I could have just a taste of you, would I be addicted?


I open my heart to anyone at the first knock: Be gentle when you handle me. There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree. I bruise easily. Can't scratch the suffice without moving me underneathDefense is paper thin, one touch and I'd be in. Scar tissue that I wish you saw. We all bear the scars, yeah, we all feign a laugh, we all cry in the dark, get cut off before we start.


I just wanna fly. I often think of all the places I could be, people I could meet. Life's so small. Instead, I'm watching drops of rain on my window pane, empty streets, and no one knocks around, no one goes to town. And as I wonder where you are, I'm so lonesome I could cry. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome wold mean nothing to you at all. Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting, lying by me, then I'd lie in my bed once again. I can't see my reflection in the waters. I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps or can't remember the sound of my own name.


When it comes to love, every kind of love or at least my kind of love, must be an imaginary love to start with. The things that keep me alive keep me alone... This is the thing. No sex, no drugs, no life, no love when it comes to today. I just wanna feel real love, feel the home that I live in. I've got too much love running through my veins to go to waste. There's a hole in my soul, you can see it in my face. It's a real big place.


When growing up I had the easiest life, so I never got a chance to learn how to forgive. I still don't quite know how to do it. It's either love or hate. I can't find in between. I rather walk alone than chase you around. Right now I'm gonna bathe and shave, and dress myself and eat solo every night, unplug the phone, sleep alone, stay way out of sight. Sure it's kind of lonely, yeah, it's sort of sick. Being your own one and only is a dirty selfish trick. I guess I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish, a little bit tower of Pisa whenever I see you. So please be kind if I'm a mess.


I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned. But one thing I know and this I promise: I'll be the sun again... 'Cos I want to shine in the hearts of men, I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand. Another head aches, another heart brakes, I'm so much older than I can take, and my affection, well, it comes and goes… I'm the kind to sit up in his room, heart sick and eyes filled up with blue. But I will always wear a smile for you 'cos you see, baby's an awful lot like me. And I mean, I can shine even in the darkness, but I crave the light that he brings, revel in the songs that he sings. Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free. But those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me… And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone. With the birds I share this lonely view. And I know there's someone for me somewhere, and I still miss someone.


I'm walking on a wire, twisting in the wind, and something here is dying and I could use a friend. If you wanna call me baby, just go ahead now, and if you like to tell me "maybe'" just go ahead now. If you need me I can always be found, if you want me to stay I will stay by your side. This is where I'll be so heavenly, so sexy. I'm sexy. I'm all that you see, you wanna see. This is what I am, I am a man, so come and dance with me.


Usually when things have gone this far, people tend to disappear. No one will surprise me unless you do. So now you know the man I am. Here lies my life. It never felt that real to me. But maybe I'm crazy, maybe you're crazy, maybe we're crazy...


Con la colaboración especial de: Jace Everett, Melissa Manchester, Natasha Bedingfield, Kinnie Starr, Fink, Rufus Wainwright, Spin doctors, Spice girls, Ben Harper, Robbie Williams, Newton Faulkner, Lorna Vallings, Scott Matthew (not Matthews), Sugar ray, The Seatbelts, Gnarls Barkley, Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, Ben Harper, Lamb, Franz Ferdinand, The Zutons, Nick Drake, Hank Williams, Mika, Liars, Peter Bjorn, RHCP, The killers, The kinks, The white stripes, Tom McRae, Zoe, ATC y el par que de seguro se me pasaron.