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viernes, 27 de octubre de 2023

Lou Reed

 

Diez años sin Lou, mi temblor eléctrico para él en Muzikalia 



   Lou Reed, el poeta eléctrico en la oscuridad de la grieta



«Cantáis mis canciones para demostraros / Que no sois una basura».


Lou Reed – “Waste”



Sometimes when I’m all alone

I feel a type of fear

dawn’s descending, dusk is breaking

creep my darling near

I see my life before me

as a seamstress sees her pins

full and lined with failure

and coated then with sin

An education gone to waste

talent left ignored

imagination rent with drugs

someone who’s always bored

scared to death of life itself

but even more by death

not fit company for anyone

let alone a wife

no example for a child

therefore no sun for me

I am told never to think these thoughts

for they make me unhappy


The sin was craziness you see

don’t blame yourself for that –

a strange childhood, well that is true

but nothing can be done about that

The future is the same for all

we face it as we can

and there is nothing wrong with fear

it proves that you’re a man


Then other times I feel so good

the opposite you see

I think I’m full of talent

good old intuitive me

I write all hours of the night

terrible poetry

Others say that it is good

but they are lying to me

Why would they lie, you might ask

and to this I would reply

encouraging me encourages them,

to cut me shows their lie

For mine was illusion of life well spent,

everyone thought so

I was courted as a rake

wherever I did go

But I know warts, you can’t fool me

with flattering and praise

You sing my songs to prove to yourselves

that you are not a waste.

1 comentario:

  1. y no hay nada malo (ni bueno) con el miedo, porque demuestra que eres un hombre (o humano, no alienígena)

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