Fucking Perfect

Ha llovido, nevado, granizado, y hasta ha habido terribles catástrofes desde mi último post.

No os voy a poner al día de todo lo que me ha pasado desde entonces, porque lo cierto es que quiero comentaros algo que acabo de descubrir acerca de mí mismo: realmente hay un cierto tipo de canción / video que me derrite, me hace polvo, me eleva al 7º... bueno, ya lo pilláis.

En su momento os comenté que me encantaba el Beautiful de la Christina Aguilera.

Cinco meses después, os mencioné mi recién nacida devoción por el My Life Would Suck Without You de Kelly Clarkson.

En la misma línea de estas dos joyas, descubrí hace unos diez días la versión que Nick Pitera y Meghan Tonjes hacían del F**in' Perfect de Alecia Beth Moore, más conocida como P!nk — versión "limpia".

Siendo como soy, inmediatamente me lancé a los YouTubes, y en un pis-pas, encontré otro de esos vídeos demoledores. El original.

P!nk nos recuerda en este caso que cada vez es más frecuente la gente que, por presiones sociales, inseguridad, marginación, etcé, terminan sucidándose, o en otros casos, automutilándose.

En este sentido, el vídeo es un cubo de agua helada en toda la cara, en contraste con la versión de Meghan y Nick, más relajada.

Incluyo ambos vídeos.

Que los disfrutéis, y besucos.

Yo voy a por más Kleenex.

Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire.
Bad decisions, that's alright.
Welcome to my silly life.

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood,
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.

Mistaken, always second-guessing
Underestimated
Look, I'm still around.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
like you're nothing — You're fuckin' perfect to me!

You're so mean when you talk
'bout yourself, you were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead

So complicated, look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game.

It's enough! I've done all I can think of.
Chased down all my demons.
I've seen you do the same.

Oh…

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
like you're nothing — You're fuckin' perfect to me!

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear.
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer.
So cool in line, and we try, try, try.
But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time.

Done looking for the critics, 'cause they're everywhere.
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair.
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time.
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?

Why do I do that?

Yeah…

Oh, pretty, pretty baby…

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
like you're nothing — You're fuckin' perfect to me!

Yeah…
You're perfect!
You're perfect!

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
like you're nothing…

You are perfect

To me.


© 2010 by P!nk (Alecia Beth Moore), Max Martin (Martin Karl Sandberg), Shellback (Karl Johan Schuster)

Bucle / Loop

Llevo un buen rato escuchando “Good Enough”, de Evanescence.

Es uno de esos días.

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I've been listening to “Good Enough”, by Evanescence for a while now.

It's one of those days.

Desprotección

Según lo que narra Anciloquio en la Cerca del Pino Pomposo, uno llega a la conclusión de que determinada gente ocupa un cargo público, pero sin desempeñarlo.

La falta de agua y otros suministros afecta a cerca de un tercio de los habitantes empadronados en un término municipal, y la entidad promotora de la urbanización en cuestión se desentiende del asunto.

El Ayuntamiento parece no estar tampoco por la labor de mobilizarse para garantizar el acceso a servicios de primera necesidad para estos ciudadanos que, no nos olvidemos, financian una parte de los sueldos de dicha Corporación con sus impuestos.

Es que hay cosas que me sacarían de quicio, incluso si no se tratase de mi familia.

Sam Tsui / Kurt Schneider (III de III)

Sam y Kurt interpretando un extraordinario medley de algunos de los mayores éxitos de Michael Jackson a capella. Bueno, en realidad son Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam y Kurt.

Éste es el último episodio de la serie dedicada a este dúo... trío... quinteto... bueno, a Sam y Kurt.

Que lo disfrutéis, y besucos.

The way you make me feel...

A B C - Easy as 1 2 3

You and I must make a pact
We must bring salvation back

Where there is love
I'll be there

Got to make a change
for once in my life
(I'll reach out my hand to you)
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference
Gonna make it right
(I'll have faith in all you do)

Just call my name
And I'll be there

A Summer's Disregard,
A Broken Bottle Top
And A One Man's Soul
They Follow Each Other On The Wind You Know
'Cause They Got Nowhere To Go
That's Why I Want You To Know

I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways
And No Message Could Have Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
Take A Look At Yourself,
And Make A Change

You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A Smooth criminal

She was more like a beauty queen
from a movie scene
I said don't mind, but what do you mean
I am the one
(Thriller)
Who will dance
(Thriller night)
on the floor
in the round
(And no one's gonna save you)
(from the beast about strike)

She told me her name was Billie Jean
as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed
of being the one
(Thriller)
Who will dance
(Thriller night)
on the floor
in the round
(You're fighting for your life inside a)
(killer, thriller tonight)

They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
(Billie Jean is not my lover)
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
(She's just a girl who thinks that I am the one)
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
(but the kid is not my son)
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it
(You and I must make a pact)
Just beat it, beat it
(We must bring salvation back)
Just beat it, beat it
(I'll reach out my hand to you)
Just beat it, beat it
(It's a thriller, thriller night)
Just beat it, beat it
(Billie Jean is not my lover)
Just beat it, beat it
(She's just a girl who thinks that I am the one)
Just beat it, beat it
(but the kid is not my son)
...


Del medley: © Kurt Schneider.
Del material original: © Michael Jackson

Sam Tsui / Kurt Schneider (II de III)

En esta ocasión, Sam se acompaña de sus cinco mejores amigos (Sam, Sam, Sam y Sam en las voces, y Kurt produciendo y... bueno, haciendo todo lo que no es cantar, que acabamos antes.)

Que lo disfrutéis, y besucos.

Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night.

Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night.

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights people

Don't stop believin'
Hold on
Streetlight people

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights people

© Journey