Friday, March 30, 2007

Live Forever

Mañana se cumple un año de haber visto a Oasis en vivo. El mejor concierto de toda mi vida junto a Pirri y J.L.
Uno de los "tunes" que siempre prenden a la raza es "Live Forever"; todo mundo tiene una interpretación de lo que pensaba el maestrazo Noel al momento de escribirla. Yo creo que nadie imaginábamos una respuesta como ésta:


It was written in the middle of grunge, and Nirvana´s "I hate Myself and I want to die" and I was like, I´m not having that. As much as I fuckin´ like him and all that, I´m not having that. We can´t have people coming overe here on smack, fuckin´ saying they hate themselves and want to die, that´s fuckin´ rubish.
I´m not saying it was written directly as a retort, but that was my thinking, like fuck man, Kids don´t need to hear that nonsense. Seemed to me like, that was a guy who had everything and was miserable....We had fuck all and I still thought getting up in the morning was the fuckin´ great thing ever, ´cause you didn´t know where you´d end up. We didn´t have a pot to piss in but it was great.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Pequeño Noel Gallagher

Noel confirmó que su mujer está embarazada y que tendrá su primer varón.

Su predicción sobre como puede ser el junior, me resulta hasta cierto punto lógica:

Last night Noel spoke about the baby on a radio show, saying: “I’m looking forward to seeing a direct cross between me and my missus because she is gorgeous and I’m a genius — God help ya.”

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Bulletproof (I wish I was)

Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me
Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof

Wax me Mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it
was bullet proof

So pay the money and take a shot
Leadfill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate and bullet proof

And bullet proof
And bullet proof
And bullet proof

Monday, March 26, 2007

It´s good (to be free)

So what would you say if I said to you
It's not in what you say it's in what you do
You point the finger at me but I don't believe
Bring it on home to where we found
My head like a rock sitting upside down
In my mind there is no time