Don’t bother saying you’re sorry. / No te molestes en decir “Lo siento”
Why don’t you come in? / ¿Por qué no pasas?
Smoke all my cigarettes – again. / Fúmate todos mis cigarrilos – otra vez.
Every time I get no further. / Cada vez no llego a nada
How long has it been? / ¿Desde hace cuanto?
Come on in now, / adelante por favor
Wipe your feet on my dreams. / arrasa con tu pie mis sueños

You take up my time, / Tomas de mi tiempo
Like some cheap magazine, / como cualquier revistilla
When I could have been learning something. / Cuando podría estar “aprendiendo algo”
Oh well, you know what I mean. / Bueno… sabes a lo que me refiero

I’ve done this before. / He hecho ésto antes
And I will do it again. / Y lo volveré a hacer
Come on and kill me baby, / Ven y mátame nena
while you smile like a friend. / mientras sonríes “como una amiga”
And I’ll come running, / Y vendré corriendo
Just to do it again. / Sólo para hacerlo otra vez

You are the last drink I never should drunk. / Eres el último trago que jamás debí beber
You are the body hidden in the trunk. / Eres el cadáver escondido en la cajuela
You are the habit I can’t seem to kick. / Eres el hábito que no me puedo quitar
You are my secrets on the front page every week. / Eres mis secretos en primera plana cada semana
You are the car I never should have bought. / Eres el coche que jamás debí comprar
You are the train I never should have caught. / El tren que jamás debí tomar
You are the cut that makes me hide my face. / La cicatriz que me hace esconder mi rostro
You are the party that makes me feel my age. / Eres la fiesta que me hace sentir mi edad

Like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid. / Como un choque que puedo ver, pero no evitar
Like a plane I’ve been told I never should board. / Como un aeroplano que se me advirtió no tomar
Like a film that’s so bad but I’ve gotta stay til the end. / Como una película mala que tengo que ver hasta el final
Let me tell you now, / Déjame decirte:
It’s lucky for you that we’re friends. / Tienes suerte que seamos amigos

¿Qué? Está chistoso

Well you’re walkin and a talkin
And a movin and a groovin
And a hippin and a hoppin
And a pickin and a boppin
Those bods are being bad
You better take a stand
You gonna wake up that thing in your hand
You’re looking all around
There is trouble to be found
Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud
Gotta code three
Need back up
Bring me
My bright red fluro jacket

He’s fat and he don’t run too fast
But he’s faster than me
Last night at the show we saw him
Going out of his tree

Well you’re walkin and a talkin
You’re my walkie talkie man
Well you’re walkin and a talkin
Go Go Go Go

Well you’re walkin and a talkin
And a freakin and a yellin
And a bossin and a speakin
And a lookin and a pointin
Always tell us what to do
With your high top shoes
And you wave your torch
With your black short shorts
Don’t let em get away
Don’t think they can play
Nail ‘em to the wall
Cause you really need to say
Gotta code three
Need back up
Bring me
My bright red fluro jacket

Y ya que estamos en esas… y si tienen tiempo… Otro video consentidote!

We barely remember, who or what came before this precious moment.
We are choosing to be here, right now. Hold on, stay inside…
This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in…

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.

Alive, I

In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in…

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.

Twirling ’round with this familiar parabol.
Spinning, weaving ’round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
chance to be alive and breathing,
a chance to be alive and breathing.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember; we are eternal,
all this pain is an illusion.

Somos eternos después de todo, de una manera u otra. O eso esperamos. Siempre es bueno tener la esperanza que todo lo que está en este momento es simplemente pasajero, la interesante espera para algo superior.

Se las comparto, porque me parece una obra de excelente calidad, en un mundo donde la mayoría de las cosas tienden a ser Light.

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
Help me…
I broke apart my insides
Help me…
I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me…
the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself,

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

You can have my isolation…
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith…
You can have my everything

Help me… you tear down my reason
Help me… it’s your sex I can smell
Help me… you make me perfect
Help me become somebody else

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

Through every forest
Above the trees
Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey, inside your hive…
You are the reason I stay alive…

Creo que es muy explícita. ¿Hacen falta comentarios adicionales?

Mi última movedera de tapete

I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do!
Now there’s poetry in an empty coke can.
I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do!
Now there’s majesty in a burnt out caravan.

You got me off the paper round, just sprang out of the air.
The best things come from nowhere:
I love you and I don’t think you care.

I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do!
And the symmetry in your northern grin.
I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do!
I can see myself in the refill litter bin.

You got me off the sofa, just sprang out of the air.
The best things come from nowhere:
I can’t believe you care.

Y no me importa que sea popera y melosa, me encanta!

Pero hay ciertos factores a señalar que hacen que me encante: Es una crítica al estilo de hacer balada pop de nuestros tiempos (“Ahora hay poesía hasta en una lata vacía de coca!!”); crítica que contiene profundo sarcasmo hacia las letras absurdas tan de moda (“Ahora hay majestad en caravanas chamuscadas!”). Y el primer coro tan claro:

“Me sacaste cual periódico, justo al ser lanzado al aire. Las mejores cosas vienen de la nada: Te amo y no creo que te importe”. La balada pop perfecta!!, con todo y explicación. (“Te amo y no creo que te importe”, a poco no hasta parece salido de la boca de N’sync, My chemical romance… o como tópico principal de una gringuísima “Teen Movie”).

Bueno, total que la rola es tan cursi y tan intencionalmente dulzona, que pues, no podemos negar que es alguien que se la dedica al primer amor. Así que “dedicada al primer amor”