Like a friend

Hay canciones que me prenden. Luego de haber visto de nuevo hace unos días "Great expectations", he recuperado del anaquel mi disco con mis favoritas de Pulp. Esta me hace pensar en mi amigo Mochila porque se que es de sus favoritas y a veces la recuerdo como música de fondo de eventos y personas ahora harto desagradables para mi. "Disco 2000" inevitablemente me arranca una sonrisa y pienso en el Mostro y de "Common people" luego les cuento.

Esto es lo que he venido cantando en el carro, en la oficina, en el baño, cuando camino hacia la impresora, en el garrafón de agua, en la caminadora, en el vapor... me encanta y por eso se las comparto en una versión en la que además pueden ver desnuda a Gwyneth Palthrow antes de Chris Martin y de un par de bebés con nombres presumiblemente exóticos.

Y ese diálogo:

-So you want me sitting or standing?

-Both

.........uuff

Sing along:

Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my timeLike some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.

Like a friend.
Pulp.