Dont you think that is boring how people talk? Making smart with their words again... Well, Im bored. Explosions on TV and all the girls with heads inside a dream. But its so easy in this blue, where everything is good...!. I remember when your head caugh flames... It kissed your scalp and caressed your brain. Well, you laughed, Baby, its okey. Its buzzcut season anyway. And nothings wrong when nothings true. This dream isnt feeling sweet... Were reeling through the midnight streets, and Ive never been more alone... It feels so scary getting old. Ill let you in on something big. I am not a white teeth teen. I tried to join, but never did. The way they are, the way they seem... Is something else, its in the blood. Their molars blinking like the lights, in the underpass where we all sit. And do nothing, and love it. Welcome to your life. Theres no turning back. Even while we sleep we will find you acting on your best behaviour. Turn your back on Mother Nature... Everybody wants to rule the world. Im kinda over getting told to throw my hands up, in the air... So there! Go all the way, have your fun, have it all, this will take you down. Call all the ladies out, theyre in their finery! A hundred jewels on throats, a hundred jewels between teeth. Now bring my boys in! Their skins in craters... like the Moon. The moon we love like a brother while he glows through the room. Baby, be the class clown... Ill be the Beauty Queen in tears. Its a new art form, showing people how little we care. (Yeah!) Were so happy, even when were smiling out of fear... Lets go down to the tennis court and talk it up like Yeah. (Yeah!) And well never be royals! (Royals!) It dont run in our blood. That kind of lux just aint for us... We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler... (Ruler!) You can call me Queen Bee, and baby, Ill rule... (Ill rule, Ill rule, Ill rule!) Let me live that fantasy. We live in cities youll never see on screen. Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things. Livin in ruins of the palace within ma dreams... And you know: were on each others team. Im not in the swing of things. But what I really mean is not in the swing of things... yet. Riding around on the bikes... Were still sane. youtu.be/GloxIGGBk2s Esta mañana he encontrado el que se ha convertido antes incluso de verlo terminar en mi directo favorito de mi amada neozelandesa Lorde, en el que fusiona dos de sus temas más conocidos, Tennis court y Team. Podéis verlo en esta misma entrada. Así pues, y dado que no me encontraba lo suficientemente inspirado, he decidido hacer algo similar y mezclar varias estrofas de la mayoría de sus canciones (entre ellas, las dos antes mencionadas) para crear una pequeña protesta musical contra los males del mundo de hoy: los conflictos del tercer mundo, la indiferencia, la ostentación, la arrogancia, los problemas de nuestra alocada juventud... Todo ello con un toque final algo más positivo y, como dirían nuestros vecinos británicos, unionista. Por último, para quien interese, los títulos de las canciones de las que he extraído los fragmentos son los siguientes (por estrofa): Tennis court. Buzzcut season. Buzzcut season. Buzzcut season. Ribs. White teeth teens. Everybody wants to rule the world. Team. No better. Team. Tennis court. Royals. Team. Still sane.
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