Good Morning, Joan
The Cardigans

Good morning, Joan
Now pick up your phone
It was bad but just a dream
And you are remembered

Put on something pretty
Go back to the city
In town the sky’s just space
No starlight in your face

Listen to Eve
She’s got stuff up her sleeve
To her there’s no excuse
You’ve gotta use before you get used

Or talk to Louise
She knows all about freezing
She got lost in early may
And now it’s december

I’d call on you if I could
If you were less like me I would

Good morning, Joan
Did you wake up alone
Did you dream you woke up happy
With a phonebook full of names

Just forget about Mary
She says everything’s scary
She got locked inside her skin
Get near her, she’ll drag you in

I’d call on you if i could
If you were less like me I would

Save you from this, if I could
If I were less like you, God knows i would (save you from this)
Spare us all this shit
But you’re all just like me so I quit!

My name is yours
Can I sleep on your floor
See, my heroes changed their minds
And I lost my numbers

Alanis Morissette
Hand in my pocket (acoustic)

I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fine
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m restless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chickenshit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

Por qué la historia no vuelva a repetirse.
Sigo sin saber qué ganan con ésto.

No, no es “Volverte a ver” de Juanes, tampoco su “Camisa negra”, ni esa especie de balada-pop-rap-latina que es el nuevo single de Jennifer Lopez, ni siquiera la canción (o rollo incesto-lésbico, como prefirais) de Sonia Arenas con su hermana. La peor canción de la historia musical ya tiene nombre: Mi barrio, de Andy & Lucas (que cool queda poner “&” y luego pronunciarlo como “y” ¿verdad?).

No sé qué da más grima, la canción o el videoclip. Mi mente sufre un conflicto, no logra decidirse entre el intento de rapeo de Lucas y lo poco que pega con el pachangueo del estribillo, o su aspecto todo lo que constituye el video. Y es que no se les ocurre nada mejor que hacerse pasar por personajes de Los Sims. Así conectan con la generación chupifantásticaquinceañera que juegan al juego 8 horas al día.

Me imagino a Quique Santander analizandolo todo: ¡Está genial, colega, tronco, hey! Yo le pondría la palabra “corazón” cada dos frases, como hago con las de Bisbal. Pero oye ¡eso de los Sims es una buena manera para conectar con las pocas niñatas que no han sido alienadas! Mírame a mí, tengo casi 50 años pero sigo diciendo “mola”, “colegui” y “marcha”. En fin, ¿cuando hacemos la versión salsa?

Lo peor de todo es que todavía no han aparecido las canciones de verano. Esperaremos a David Civera…

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