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PLACEBO - Blue American

I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious but it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
That's why it's vulgar
That's why it's blue
And I say, thank you
And I say, thank you
I wrote this novel just for Mom
For all the mommy things she's done
For all the times she showed me wrong
For all the time she sang god's song
And I say thank you Mom
Hello Mom
Thank you Mom
Hi Mom
I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where a whitey bastard made a bomb
But now Ebonics rule our song
Those motherfuckers got it wrong
And I ask
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
You are
I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care
I wrote this novel just for you
I'm so pretentious, yes it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you
Autores de la canción: Brian Molko / Stefan Olsdal / Steven Hewitt
Letra de Blue American © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

PLACEBO - The Bitter End

Since were feeling so anesthetized
In our comfort zone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
We're running out of alibi's
On the second of may
Reminds me of the summertime
On this winters day
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
Every step we took that synchronized
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
You showered me with lullabies
Had you walking away
Reminds me that its killing time
On this fateful day
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
From the time we intercepted
Feels a lot like suicide
Slow and sad, getting sadder
Arise a sitting mine
See you at the bitter end
I love to see you run around
And i can see you now
Running to me
Arms wide out
See you at the bitter end
Reach inside
Come on just gotta reach inside
Heard your cry
Six months time
Six months time
Prepare the end
See you at the bitter end
Autores de la canción: Martin Cohen / Samuel Forrest / James Galley / James Buchanan Galley / David Samuel Jones
Letra de The Bitter End © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

PLACEBO - My Sweet Prince

Never thought you'd make me perspire
Never thought I'd do you the same
Never thought I'd fill with desire
Never thought I'd feel so ashamed
Me and the dragon can chase all the pain away
So before I end my day remember
My sweet prince you are the one
My sweet prince
You are the one
Never thought I'd have to retire
Never thought I'd have to abstain
Never thought all this could back fire
Close up the hole in my vain
Me and my valuable friend
Can fix all the pain away
So before I end my day, remember
My sweet prince
You are the one
My sweet prince
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
Never thought I'd get any higher
Never thought you'd fuck with my brain
Never thought all this could expire
Never thought you'd go break the chain
Me and you baby
Still flush all the pain away
So before I end my day, remember
My sweet prince
You are the one
My sweet prince
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
My sweet prince
My sweet prince
Autores de la canción: Brian Molko / Stefan Olsdal / Steven Hewitt
Letra de My Sweet Prince © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
 
Última edición:
El la observaba cada dia a traves de su ventana, tan bella e inalcanzable, hasta el punto de no poder evitar el obsesionarse...

 
Última edición:
La soledad es algo a lo que nunca se termina uno de acostumbrar. Cuando parece que mas o menos ya lo estas, en el momento menos pensado, aparece esa sensacion de desolacion que lo envuelve todo. Como si de repente se bajara el telon, y te dieses cuenta de que ya no quedase nadie mas sentado en las butacas. La soledad puede resultar agradable y reconfortante cuando se saborea en pequeños sorbos, pero la cosa cambia cuando te la tienes que tomar a morro.

La soledad es una especie de dama invisible que no se espera a que la invites a entrar, para que se haga notar en todos los lugares de la casa. Y todo pasa a empaparse de su influjo, desde el mas pequeño rincon, al objeto mas insignificante. Como testigos mudos de un escenario sin funcion, ni personajes, ni historia ya que merezca demasiado la pena representar. Permaneciendo incluso incredulo ante el paso del tiempo, tan implacable como la propia soledad.

Por mas que la intentes despistar, ella siempre te dara caza, si no has tenido la precaucion de no darle nunca demasiadas confianzas. Porque de lo contrario, ya te tiene atrapado, para jugar todas las veces que le apetezca, con tu estado de animo. Engañandote haciendote creer que podria ser tu amiga, cuando en el fondo, lo unico que busca es amargarte mas la vida.

Y te das cuenta de que la mayoria no puede estar confundida, cuando van conservando o creando nuevos lazos con los que evitarla. Para no formar parte del grupo de los solitarios, de los que se tiran hasta las tantas en la misma barra de bar, o caminando por la calle como zombis con la mirada ausente, o como Brooks cuando le daba de comer a las palomas. Tragando saliva cada vez que aparece en las noticias, otro viejo muerto en su casa despues de cierto tiempo. El futuro se vuelve todavia mas incierto, ante la unica certeza, de que la soledad tampoco hace falta salir a buscarla para que te venga ella a buscar a casa.


Dedicada a los que por cualquier razon, estan y se sienten solos.

 

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