Kit Cat Club

Busco un vendedor de ilusiones…
Que me ofrezca bajarme la luna y las estrellas antes que jurarme amarme la vida entera.
Que me diga te necesito cuando realmente me necesite
A quien pueda confiarle un poquito de mi tiempo y mi vida
Que me llamé muy tarde por las noches sólo para decirme quería oírte
Que sea sincero y me diga siempre la verdad aún sabiendo que me sentiré herida
Que esté dispuesto a consolarme si me lastima
A quien pueda brindar caricias sin temor a nada
Con quien el tiempo juntos sea eterno y efímero
A quien escribirle cartas no de amor si no de la vida
Que no se rinda frente a mis inseguridades
Que espere cada nueva cita con la ilusión y alegría de la primera
A quien el tiempo que pasemos lejos no le importe.
Que encuentre refugio y descanso en mis brazos
Que sepa que junto a mi no tendrá ni luna ni estrellas ni un amor eterno y aún así permanezca a mi lado
Quien si algún día decide que lo eterno no existe al menos me diga adiós

Probablemente esta sea la declaración de deseo más interesante que haya escuchado. Si tenemos en cuenta el interés del sexo masculino con los autos y las curvas, Rihanna plantea su propuesta en estos términos comparándose a si misma con varios tipos de auto y desafiando al conductor a encederla y manejarla, pero dejando en claro quien es la que manda. Shut up and Drive.

Shut Up And Drive
Rihanna

I’ve been looking for a driver who is qualified
So if you think that you’re the one, step into my ride
I’m a finetuned supersonic speed machine
With a sunroof top and a gangster lean

So if you feel me let me know, know, know
Come on now what you’re waiting for, for, for
My engine’s ready to explode, explode, explode
So start me up and watch me go, go, go

[chorus:]
Getcha where you wanna go, if you know what I mean
Got a ride that’s smoother than a limousine
Can you handle the curves, can you run all the lights
If you can baby boy, then we can go all night
‘Cause I’m zero to sixty in three point five
Baby you got the keys
Shut up and drive, drive, drive, drive
Shut up and drive, drive, drive, drive

I got class like a fiftyseven cadillac
Got all the drive and a whole lotta boom in the back
You look like you can handle what’s under my hood
You keep saying that you will, boy I whish you would

So if you feel me let me know, know, know
Come on and what you’re waiting for, for, for
My engine is ready to explode, explode, explode
So start me up and watch me go, go, go

[chorus:]
Getcha where you wanna go, if you know what I mean
Got a ride that’s smoother than a limousine
Can you handle the curves, can you run all the lights
If you can baby boy, then we can go all night
‘Cause I’m zero to sixty in three point five
Baby you got the keys
Shut up and drive, drive, drive, drive
Shut up and drive, drive, drive, drive

Cause your maybach ain’t got what I’ve got
Get it get it, don’t stop, it’s a sure shot
Ain’t a ferrari, uh-oh boy, I’m sorry
Ain’t no need to worry, so step inside
And ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride…

So if you feel me let me know, know, know
Come on now and what you’re waiting for, for, for
My engine is ready to explode, explode, explode
So start me up and watch me go, go, go

[chorus:]
Getcha where you wanna go, if you know what I mean
Got a ride that’s smoother than a limousine
Can you handle the curves, can you run all the lights
If you can baby boy, then we can go all night
‘Cause I’m zero to sixty in three point five
Baby you got the keys
Shut up and drive, drive, drive, drive
Shut up and drive, drive, drive, drive

Shut up and drive, drive, drive
Shut up and drive, drive, drive
Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive….

Hace tiempo que no escribía o describía una canción que me llamara particularmente, esta la obtuve del soundtrack de Veronica Mars (tiene por ciertos buenos temas escondidos y variados). Hablando de lo queremos, lo conseguimos y luego ya no lo queremos más. ¿Sómos criaturas caprichosas?. De eso trata la canción del Capricho.

I Hate It That I Got What I Wanted
Clearlake
Albúm: Amber

I know, I know I can’t complain
And it doesn’t help when you’ve only got yourself to blame
I don’t know what got into me
But I don’t expect that I’ll get any sympathy

I hate it that I got what I wanted cause I don’t want it anymore
And I hate to say you told, but you told me once before
I hate it that I got what I wanted cause I don’t want it anymore
And I hate to say you told, but you told me once before

You know it’s never quite enough
and I don’t know what it was that I was thinking of
You know, no matter what I try
It just doesn’t ever really seem to satisfy

I hate that I got what I wanted cause I don’t want it anymore
And I hate to say you told me but you told me once before
I hate it that I got what I wanted cause I don’t want it anymore
And I hate to say you told me but you told me once before
I hate that I got what I wanted cause I don’t want it anymore
And I hate to say you told me but you told me once before
I hate it that I got what I wanted cause I don’t want it anymore
And I hate to say you told me but you told me once before

You told me once before
You told me once before
You told me once before