Llevo todo el fin de semana trabajando (a ratos) y al final para nada. Lo peor de todo es que lo que no ha funcionado no dependía de mí y parece que al único que le preocupaba que no se hiciera era a mí. No se por qué me preocupo por estas cosas, al final tendré que hacer mía la frase de mi amigo Alfredo para estos casos, pa qué. Encima con el cambio de hora me he levantado con dolor de cabeza.
Ayer estuve comiendo con Alfredo y Yoël. La comida muy buena, como siempre. Durante la comida estuvo sonando Jazz de fondo, aunque como decía Yoël, parecía que estuviéramos comprando en Zara Home. Y es que seguro que acaban sacando recopilatorios de música ambiental con nombre de tienda, me pienso comprar en cuanto salga 'Lo mejor de Zara Home'. Después pasamos a escuchar a la politoxicómana Amy Winehouse, y coincidimos en que la mejor cancion de su disco Back to Black es la que hoy incluyo en esta entrada. Eso si, me ha costado Dios y ayuda encontrar un video en youtube que no tuviera el odioso 'inserción deshabilitada por solicitud', de hecho dudo que dure muchos días disponible, mientras tanto disfrutadlo al igual que el segundo video de un directo en la BBC.
Amy winehouse - You Know I'm No Good
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say “what did you do with him today?”,
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
’Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say “when we married”,
'cause you're not bitter,
”There'll be none of him no more,”
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice likkle carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good.
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say “what did you do with him today?”,
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
’Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say “when we married”,
'cause you're not bitter,
”There'll be none of him no more,”
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice likkle carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good.
Relajate mas de vez en cuando!! Reconozco q me gusta esa cancion, pero para mi la mejor es back to black.... cuestion de gustos jejeje
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