Y me apetece.
Pero si pudiese elegir, estando como estoy estos días, sin dudarlo elegiría ver y escuchar a Lucinda Williams.
Llevo ya varias semanas oyendo recurrentemente su música, que tiene algo de obsesivo: el mismo tempo, los mismos temas (amor, desamor, ausencia, muerte, los eternos temas del blues y de casi cualquier música seria), la irresistible monotonía de su voz grave y cansada, de vuelta ;-).
Mi fantasía: pasar una tarde, un día entero, tirado en el sofá, bajo una manta, escuchando una y otra vez sus discos, bebiendo cerveza, quizá con un peta.
Y con alguien a quien dar calorcito, alguien con quien ni siquiera haría falta hablar.
Aunque...
Something about what happens when we talk
If I had my way I'd be in your town
I might not stay but at least I would've been around
Cause there's something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Does this make sense It doesn't matter anyway
Is it coincidence or was it meant to be
Cause there's something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Conversation with you was like a drug
It wasn't your face so much as it was your words
Cause there's something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Well I can't stay round cause I'm going back south
But all I regret now is I never kissed your mouth
Cause there's something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Cause there's something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Lucinda Williams
(Podéis bajar esta canción aquí)
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario