JUL1AN CASABLANCAS 0UT 0F THE BLUE

Somewhere along the way
My hopefulness turned to sadness
Somewhere along the way
My sadness turned to bitterness
Somewhere along the way
My bitterness turned to anger
Somewhere along the way
My anger turned to vengeance
And the ones that I made pay
Were never the ones who deserved it.
And the ones who deserved it
They'll never understand it.
Yes, I know I'm going to hell in a purple basket
Least I'll be in another world
While you're pissing on my casket

How could you be
(oh-oh-ohh)
So perfect for me
(oh-oh-ohh)
Why can't you ignore
(oh-oh-ohh)
The things I did before
(oh-oh-ohh)

Somewhere along the way
exacting vengeance gave excitement
Somewhere along the way
that excitement turned to pleasure
Somewhere along the way
that pleasure turned to madness
Sooner or later that kind of madness turns into pain
And the ones that I made pay
were never the ones who deserved it
Those who helped me along the way
I smacked them as I thanked them
Yes I know I'm going to hell in a leather jacket
Least I'll be in another world
while you're pissing on my casket

And all that I can do
is sing a song of faded glory
And all you got to do
Sit there look pretty and make 'em horny
Together we sing songs and tell exaggerated stories
About the way we feel today and tonight and in the morning

How could you be
(oh-oh-ohh)
So perfect for me
(oh-oh-ohh)
Why can't you ignore
(oh-oh-ohh)
The things I did before
(oh-oh-ohh)

Take all your fears
pretend they're all true
Take all your plans
Pretend they fell through

But that's what it's like
(oh-oh-ohh)
That's what it's like for most
people in this world
the rich or the poor
(oh oh ohh)
Muslims or Jews
(oh-oh-ohh)
The roles are reversed
(oh-oh-ohh)
Opinions are doomed
(oh-oh-ohh)
That's all I'm gonna say now
before they come knockin' on my door now


Hace mucho no había, por extrañas razones, un post musical en este blogcito cotorrón. Pero esta vez, parece que se alinearon los planetas (los del espacio, no la banda española. Esos son Los Planetas) y les pongo el primer track del primer disco solista de Julian Casablancas, vocalista de The Strokes.
Como les dije, o más bien, les escribí en el renglón anterior (si es que tienen muy mala memoria), es la canción con la que abre Phrazes for the Young, recién salido del horno y que si no le dicen a nadie, pueden descargar completo de acá.
Muy buen disco. Propositivo y suave para cotorrear. 8 tracks nomás, pero todos traen algo que vale la pena escuchar.
Y como este post ha estado bonachón, hasta les dejo la letra para que le llamen en la madrugada a sus exes y se las pongan sin decir nada. Pueden aplicar el copipeistismo y enviar el texto por meil o ese eme ese para que les terminen de entender. Que tengan diccionario o no, ya es cosa de ustedes.
Yo ya hice mi parte.