domingo, 28 de octubre de 2018

Midlife Crisis

Midlife crisis, midlife crisis... es lo que no he tenido al alcanzar los cuarentas. La verdad tengo otras cosas en las que pensar, y el tener una crisis es un lujo que de momento no puedo permitir.

Sin embargo el 40 es la edad en la que uno se supone empieza a tener esas crisis, y siempre hay alguien que lo haya dicho mejor, así que aquí está una rola buenísima del maestro Paul Simon, expresando esa crisis que se supone todos atravesamos. Tal vez la mía llegue pronto...


Notas:
  1. ¡¿Cómo es posible que hayan pasado más de dos meses desde mi último y raquítico post?!
  2. He pensado en iniciar una sección de videos para expresar ciertas ideas y pensamientos. Este es uno de los post pilotos, a ver que les parece. Me resisto un poco porque el blog es minimalista, orientado a texto. Si tienen una opinión por favor déjenme un comment diciéndome..

Now, sin further ado...






Paul Simon -- You Can Call Me Al

A man walks down the street
He says, "Why am I soft in the middle now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard"
Bonedigger, bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff
Amusing anymore

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says, "Why am I short of attention?
Got a short little span of attention
And, woe my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family?
What if I die here?
Who'll be my role model
Now that my role model is
Gone gone?"
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the third world
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound, the sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatter-lings and orphanages

He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says, "Amen!" and "Hallelujah!"

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me

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If you'll be my bodyguard
I can call you Betty

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can call you Betty

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