Thursday, May 04, 2006

Catarsis versión 97

Hoy mientras trabajaba oí de nuevo una canción de mi época adolescente; y no sé, no pude evitar relacionarla con mi situación actual... así que aquí va publicada, desde las entrañas:

You Oughta Know

Alanis Morissette


I want you to know, that I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theater?
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby?
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

'Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough for you
To be open wide, No
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
You'd hold me until you died
Till you died, but you're still alive

And I'm here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well,
I thought you should know
Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face
How quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you f... her?

Ohh... aah... ahh... ahh...

'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
and I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails
Down someone else's back
I hope you feel it Well, can you feel it?

Es tan mordaz, tan cínica y dolorosa que hasta da risa; justo yo como llego a ser de hilarante y patética en mi dolor.

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