miércoles, 7 de enero de 2009

Descubriendo a The Cure



Aunque sea un grupo que conozco desde hace años y "Close to me" me chifla, nunca he sentido el gusanillo de escuchar detenidamente un disco. Ayer, montado en el coche de una amiga, estábamos escuchando Radio 3 y pusieron una canción de su nuevo disco. Hoy me he dedicado a escuchar sus grandes éxitos, así como su último disco mientras escribía la entrada anterior. Todo esto, of course, mientras iba leyendo las letras. Al final, y aunque sea más tremenda de lo que realmente siento, he flipado con esta canción (del último disco), que va encaminada con lo que llevo escrito en este año.

Ahí va la letra:

Switch

Sometime it seems
I stopped being myself
And without a word
Turned into somebody else
Full of wishes wants dreams
And desires
For a life
Of conceit and deceit
And repeat and rewrite
Not sure who I was
Before this me and I changed
But I know this me now
Is not really the same...

Friends are as strangers
And strangers as friends
And I feel like I'm wired in a why
Yeah my friends are as strangers
And strangers as friends
And I feel like I'm lost in a lie

And every day my world gets slower
And colder and smaller
And older and lower
And every day
My treat gets closer to trick
Yeah every day my world gets slower
And colder and smaller
And older and lower

And I'm tired of being alone with myself
And I'm tired of being with anyone else
Yeah I'm tired...
Like I'm sick

None of my favourite things
Are quite right
To the mirror man
Screaming at me
In the spite of another
False start
Dirty worn out and used
Up and down
To the ground
Disavowed
So confused
All made up in the belief
That me is the same
As the eyes in the glass
But I see my eyes change...

Friends are as strangers
And strangers as friends
And I feel like I'm wired in a why
Yeah my friends are as strangers
And strangers as friends
And I feel like I'm lost in a lie

And every night my world gets quicker
And lighter and shorter
And tighter and slicker
And every night
My truth gets closer to dare
Yeah every night my world gets quicker
And lighter and shorter
And tighter and slicker

And I'm sick of being alone with myself
And I'm sick of being with anyone else
Yeah I'm sick of being alone with myself
And I'm sick of being with anyone else

Yeah I'm sick...
Like I'm tired?

Like I'm scared...

3 comentarios:

Isabel Sira dijo...

Tengo que releerlo y reescucharla, pero espero que no sea una de esos amigos que se convierten en extraños y que tu mundo no se ralentice y se haga frío...

anthonytowers dijo...

Yo me quedo de todo esto con la primera palabra: Sometime.
De todas formas, ya he puesto que es más tremenda de lo que realmente siento.

Jose de la Vega Fernández dijo...

Viva the cure

vive el negro

viva the cure