Graveyards

Un amigo, en su blog, postea sobre Cementerios Musicales. En general, yo tengo millones de esos, no sólo por amor (de los cuales cuento como 6, por lo tanto son pocos), sino por cada cosa que me ha sucedido en la vida, trascendente o no. Asi, cuando me gradue, la única vez que decidi pegarle un combo a alguien, cuando me desmaye mientras era presentador en una graduacion, etc. Mi vida esta llena de accidentes y, como dijo alguien por ahí, tengo suerte extrema. O me pasa algo demasiado bueno, o demasiado malo o demasiado neutral.

Ahora, no se. Me cuesta demasiado darles cementerio a las cosas malas. El hecho de tener una memoria notable y acordarme de cosas con demasiada naturalidad causa que recuerde y sobre-recuerde mi vida. Pero, como buen humano, tiendo a recordar las cosas malas sobre las buenas. ¿Cuál es mi idea?

Cementerios? Más que cementerios, se parecen al museo de historia natural. Fotografías y modelos de cosas pasadas que cuando las miras te provocan tantas sensaciones que no sabes si quieres volver o no. Y al final vas a cada rato.

The Flying Teapot
Emily Bindiger
Sometimes I think oh yes
I'd move to where all the shooting stars are gone
With all of our wishes
How could they bare oh no
To carry around the stupid human hopes
So I'm going to help I will
Give a key to lock the door
To the secret paradise
There are so many queuing up
And I won't let them in
Look at them
They are cheeky
They are never worthy
to be saved
Sometimes I feel oh yes
I could do almost everything I wanted
And it makes cry
Lay your heart
Lay your soul
Upon my magic carpet
Now we are flying
To Venus just to kill some time for tea OK
Remember
Surrender
There's nothing you can do
Cause love's such a joke
Like a little jack in the box you know
A little jack in the box
Lay your heart
Lay your soul
Upon my magic carpet
Now we are flying
To Venus just to kill some time for tea OK
Lay your heart
Lay your soul
Upon my magic carpet
Now we are flying
To Venus just to kill some time for tea OK
Remember
Surrender
There's nothing you can do
Cause love's such a joke
Like a little jack in the box you know
A little jack in the box

Se han sentido alguna vez como una cancion?

Yo sí... Muchas veces...

Champagne Supernova
Oasis


How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you when we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high

Porque algún día me encontrarán atrapado en un alud, en una supernova de champaña del cielo