martes, febrero 12, 2008

Motion City Soundtrack - L.G. FUAD

Otro videito... claro que mi blog no se trata de eso, de hecho no trata de nada pero no me resisto a esta opción de YouTube de agregar el video al blog directamente, esta es una excelente canción de un grupo que conocí hace relativamente poco, con una letra que me sale casi palabra por palabra:

Let's get fucked up and die
I'm speaking figuratively, of course
Like the last time that I committed suicide.. social suicide..
Yeah, so I'm already dead
On the inside, but I can still pretend
With my memories and photographs
I have learned to love the lie

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong
And I need to get strung, and if memory serves
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.

(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die
I'm riding hard on the last lines of every lie
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode
I'm about to explode
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept
all my problems and shortcomings
Cause I am so visceral, yet deeply inept

I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds..
And all the things that don't get old
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself
through other peoples' descriptions of life
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless...

(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time with feeling
We'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That still shock and surprise.
I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.

Sister soldier
You’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you
I would, but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative

God damn the liquor store's closed
We were so close to scoring
It hurts, it destroys 'til it kills..
I am tired and hungry and totally useless
(In this department)

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