de los dos años del blog y las 50 "Canciones de la semana"

Hace más de un año que semana a semana [O.K. he faltado un par de veces] les pongo una canción en este blog, compartiendo con ello no solo mi música sino mis estados de ánimo, mis amores, mis decepciones, mi buen humor, mis ideas de la vida, mis pasiones, mis romances, mis enojos, mis ratos de buen humor... en fin, en una canción trato de describirles lo que pasa por mi cabeza, por mi vida, voy armando mi propio soundtrack... un soundtrack que hoy, día en que este blog cumple dos años ya, llega a 50 canciones.
Pero, como he faltado un par de semanas y el día lo amerita, les voy a poner más de una canción, historias breves que alguien canta y que encajan perfecto con la forma en que siento y pienso la vida.
La primera:
Gavin Castleton - Coffeelocks
Con un ritmo similar al del reggae, esta canción nos cuenta una historia de amor, y a mi en particular, me hace creer que las cosas pueden ser como en las películas, que enamorarse puede ser así de intenso y así de fugaz. Hace tiempo alguien me dijo que para mi era fácil enamorarme, yo, reflexioné acerca de ello y concluí que no es que me sea fácil enamorarme, es que vivo enamorada y, de vez en vez, hay alguien que se acerca y logra que yo deposite toda esa intensidad en él.
La canción me recordó las muchas veces que he visto a alguien por 5 minutos y, mientras lo veo leer, comer, dibujar, hacer música, me imagino su historia completa, me enamoro de ellos y me invento historias completas. El ritmo esta para bailarlo rico y a gusto, canten y escuchen:

She walked into the shop
and the windows broke,
the coffee crashing down
as this angel spoke.

I might've survived if it weren't for her eyes
that were eating mine up
she wanted a job so I brought her the forms
with my eyes held shut.

Was this love?
I wondered cause I'd never been
so absolutely jello-ed by a girl.

Was this love?
What other reason could there be
when such a little thing could break a world?

Was this love?
I knew that if she didn't get this job
then I would never know

Was this love?
so I told the boss that I would train her thoroughly from head to toe.

On that day in my heart
a castle rose a mansion fell apart

Love with us was such a waking up
warm and foggy as a coffee mug
a burning thing
full of steam
learning us savoring

[I walked into the shop
expecting nothing but no's
rubbed my bleary eyes
last night still on my clothes

Then I stopped in the door ‘cause I'd seen him before
my tongue suddenly thick
but I needed a job so he brought me the forms
like a conjuring trick.

Was this love?
This deja vu was turned into a pinball
ringing in my tilted head.

Was this love?
I couldn't understand how he had jumped offstage and landed here instead,

Was this love?
so I case the place for inspiration on the walls
and then my coffee cup

Was this love?
as I tried to think of clever things to say
to make him look back up.

On that day
in my head
movies played
of things he said,
constantly rewinding,
nothing there to remind me
that I don't believe in love]

Love with us was such a waking up
warm and foggy as a coffee mug
strong at first best served fresh
beautiful at it's worst
Yeah

La segunda:
Hawksley Workman - Piano Blink
Una canción que habla de amor -¿qué hay en la vida que no tenga que ver con el amor?- de los rompimientos, cuando te separas de alguien con quien a habías hecho planes para años y años juntos... de esa sensación de andar como sin rumbo; el intento eterno de tratar de sentir que todo va a estar bien cuando sabes que, en el fondo, hay algo que hace te hace falta. Cosas que aprendes a superar, que te van haciendo más fuerte pero que, sin embargo, no dejan de ser difíciles. El ritmo de la canción es perfecto para sonar de fondo mientras caminas con los audífonos por la calle, en mi caso, fue la canción perfecta para soltarme a llorar y reír pensando en todos los "hubiera" que se murieron con mi último amor... disfrútenla:

Let's lie and say that it's alright
When we fight together
Let's say we're happy even though
We know we're both done trying

How would we know
That we'd both end up crying
They say let go
I guess we're still stuck trying
I'm getting nervous
I'm lost in this heartbreak
How long will this love kick me down?

It started innocent at first
It started with some sweetheart words that I strung together
And then we saw each other's eyes
And it was like seeing the starry night
For the very first time

Remember when we both said it's forever
C'mon baby, were we just being clever
I'm getting nervous, I'm lost in this heartbreak
How long will this
Love take me down?

Some things don't softly go
But it's over now

They say it happens all the time
That early love will make you blind
As a sun eclipsing
But we just drove passed all the signs
Not caring what the wise might say
And what we might be missing

Y, para cerrar:
Black Kids - Hurricane Jane
Aunque hoy no sea viernes, esta canción siempre me pone en un muy buen mood... intenté por todos los medios de ver a esta banda en vivo el año pasado... no se pudo, espero que pronto pueda hacerlo. Al igual que las canciones anteriores, tiene un toque de romance, de esas ganas de poder compartir con alguien; hoy me atacó mucho eso, me dieron unas ganas tremendas de cocinar para alguien, de ir al cine con alguien, de jugar con alguien, de abrazar a alguien, de bailar con alguien, de platicar y dormir abrazada de alguien, de tomarme un café con alguien, de besar a alguien, de salir a caminar con alguien... y que ese alguien fuera el mismo en todos los casos... en fin. La última rola del día:

Jane, I've made it plain,
although I'm faded as a ghost:
I want you here inside me.
Say the word.
Oh, you've been playing nice,
but I can see it in your eyes,
you're thinking, "Christ.
He's everybody's girl."

You can't spend the night...

Jane, I've seen you at the club.
You were tearin' up the rug
with no regard for form.
You're such a brute!
You had a ready elbow
for the girls you hate
or just don't know.
You head-butt me,
cos you thought it was cute.

You can't spend the night...
Yes, I'm sure you're right.
You can't spend the night...
Yeah, I'm sure you're right.
You can't spend the night...
Yes, I'm sure you're right.
But we could spend the night together.
Or alone. That would be better.

It's Friday night and I ain't got nobody.
Oh, what's the use of making a bed?
I took something and it feels like karate;
it's kicked me down and left me for dead.
It's Friday night and I ain't got nobody,
so what's the use of pulling a shape?
I put what I want, when I want, in my body.
I'm never gonna give what I take.

Jane, I've seen the pain you've dealt.
You've been with all my friends.
You tell me guard my heart,
I might get hurt.
No doubt you'll hurt my feelings,
and it's a given I'll be kneeling.
But I'm telling myself
that it's gonna be worth it.

Mañana regresamos a la rutina normal de "La canción de la semana"... gracias por leerme, no saben lo valioso que es su tiempo.