El tablón naranja

No me preguntéis por qué, pero esta canción siempre se atribuye a Bob Marley en lugar de a Bobby McFerrin...

Y por cierto, me viene que ni pintada ahora mismo. Y eso que yo no tengo mucho de qué quejarme.

Here is a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now

Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy

Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy

Look at me, I'm happy
Don't worry, be happy
Here I give you my phone number
When you worry call me, I make you happy
Don't worry, be happy

Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got not gal to make you smile
But don't worry, be happy
'Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy (now)

There is this little song I wrote
I hope you learn it note for note
Like good little children
Don't worry, be happy
Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
But when you worry
You make it double
Don't worry, be happy

Don't worry don't do it, be happy
Put a smile on your face
Don't bring everybody down like this
Don't worry, it will soon pass
Whatever it is
Don't worry, be happy

Hoy estoy tontorrona, y cuando estoy tontorrona me pongo música para animarme. Ahora que tengo un huequillo en el curro, entre reunión y reunión, mando esto por e-mail de mi querido David Bowie.

Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years

Lo único que puedo decir de este vídeo musical de Electric Six es que hay que verlo. Sin pestañear.

Fire in the disco
Fire in the taco bill
Fire in the disco
Fire in the gates of Hell

Don't you wanna now how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire
It's my desire
It's my desire
Don't you wanna now how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire
It's my desire
It's my desire

Danger! Danger! High voltage!
When we touch
When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High voltage!
When we touch
When we kiss
When we touch

Danger! Danger! High voltage!
When we touch
And when we kiss
Danger! Danger! High voltage!
When we touch
When we kiss
When we touch
When we kiss

Well, don't you wanna now how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire
It's my desire
Don't you wanna now how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire
It's my desire

Danger! Danger! High voltage!
When we touch
When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High voltage!
When we touch
When we kiss
When we touch

Danger! Danger! High voltage!
When we touch
When we kiss
When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High voltage!
When we touch
When we kiss
When we touch
When we kiss
No more

Fire in the disco
Fire in the disco
Fire in the taco bill
Fire in the disco
Fire in the disco
Fire in the gates of Hell

Gates of Hell
Gates of Hell
Gates of Hell

Sin palabras. Sólo una bonita canción de INXS, del (para mí) su mejor disco, Welcome to wherever you are. Una canción que siempre, siempre, consigue subirme el ánimo.

Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry

When you're down and confused
Nothing seems right
And it's you who decides
Who's going to make it right

Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry

Well life ain't no joke
But it's good when you smile
Do you know where you are?
Steal everything
But you won't get far

Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry

Sometimes you will fall
What cha gonna do?
Give your friend a call
Call me, call me baby!

Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry

We know that you can smile
Even though it takes a while
To lose your fears and say
Gonna lose your fears and say

Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry

Do you know who you are
And where you're going to?
Don't you know that love's
Gonna pull you through
Gonna pull you through baby?

Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry

Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry

Face to face
Anything is possible
Not political, or analytical
Never givin' up on the wrong
You've got a choice
Why don't you use it?
Change, is an attitude
Guaranteed to take hold of you
So welcome, to the turnstile
Take a turn with a new vow
Hey, I know what you know
All the sympathy
Made a mess of me
Respect the sacrifice
Before the number one
Now it has begun

Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, Baby don't cry

Llevo toda la semana con esta canción y con Sucede, también del disco Agila. La verdad es que Extremoduro es uno de los pocos grupos españoles que realmente me gustan.

Puede que me deje llevar
Puede que levante la voz
Puede que me arranque sin más
A ver qué me dice después

Quiero ser tu perro fiel
Tu esclavo sin rechistar
Que luego me desato y verás
A ver qué me dice después

So payaso
Y me tiemblan los pies
A su lado
Me dice que estoy descolorío
La empiezo a besar
A ver qué me dice después
So cretino
Y me tiemblan los pies
A su lado
Me dice que estoy desconocío
Empiezo a pensar
A ver qué me dice después

Acércate y ya verás
Que no sé cómo hacerlo peor
Despacito pero mu mal
A ver qué me dice después

Hago casas de cartón
Ayer bebí hasta jurar
Pero hoy no me levanta ni Dios
A ver qué me dice después

So payaso
Y me tiemblan los pies
A su lado
Me dice que estoy descolorío
La empiezo a besar
A ver qué me dice después
So cretino
Y me tiemblan los pies
A su lado
Me dice que estoy desconocío
Empiezo a pensar
A ver qué me dice después

A ver qué me dice después
So payaso
Y me tiemblan los pies
A su lado
Me dice que estoy descolorío
La empiezo a besar
A ver qué me dice después
So cretino
Y me tiemblan los pies
A su lado
Me dice que estoy desconocío
Empiezo a pensar
A ver qué me dice después

So payaso
Y me tiemblan los pies
A su lado
Me dice que estoy descolorío

So cretino
Y me tiemblan los pies
A su lado
Me dice que estoy desconocío

So payaso
Y me tiemblan los pies
A su lado
Me dice que estoy descolorío...

Hoy, por fin, y tras tres años, sale Sounds of the Universe, el último disco de Depeche Mode. De momento lo que está sonando en la radio es su single Wrong.

Como el disco sea tan sádico como el vídeo oficial del single, me hago pis encima y todo. Y luego me lo compro, claro.

Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to
The wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place
At the wrong time
For the wrong reason
And the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day
Of the wrong week
I used the wrong method
With the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong

There’s something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix
In the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends
By the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory
For the wrong man
The wrong eyes
On the wrong prize
The wrong questions
With the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page
Of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition
Of the wrong look
With the wrong moon
Every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing
Till it sounded right, yeah

Wrong
Wrong
Too long
Wrong
Too long
Wrong
Too long
Wrong
Too long
Wrong
Too long

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to
The wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place
At the wrong time
For the wrong reason
And the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day
Of the wrong week
I used the wrong method
With the wrong technique

Wrong

Hoy me apetece algo retro.