Una joya escondida - bueno, no tan bien escondida como el 'Endless Nameless', que fue a la vez un susto y uno de los mayores descubrimientos de aquélla época: te dejabas puesto el CD del Nevermind, y sin darte cuenta, tras 'Something in the way' la pista se ponía en -19:00min, pero claro, tú estabas a tu bola escuchando música y te habías dejado el CD puesto, así que ni flowers. El caso es que cuando pasaban esos 19min empezaba una explosión de ira, distorsión, gritos... Sublime.
Ésta ya venía anunciada en la edición europea del In Utero, pero no por ello va a ser peor: ni mucho menos. Es como la antítesis al 'Endless Nameless': Aquélla comenzaba en High, ésta en Low, y el estribillo al contrario.
Un auténtica obra maestra de calidad e impro - momentazo "vamos a parar, estamos perdiendo el tiempo"- le dicen algo- se ríe - "One more solooo?"
Y esos Yeahs que le hicieron famoso.
La letra, para los frikis como yo, que no se quedan en la superfície:
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it?
In the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow
She's only been five months late,
even though we haven't had sex for a week
A meal a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's made my ...
Somebody else already used the word 'aurora-borealis'
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer
She's only five weeks late, but I haven't had a date forever ...
Ever ... ever ... forever!
Wish I had more ... more opportunity,
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my ...
On my ... on my, um ... ah, on my ... um ... um ... head
We'd have so much more diversity,
And so much more input, so much more creative flow,
If we had someone in school, a 'GIT' ...
GIT ... geeks ... in ... town.
Ha! ... Come on, Dave, think of one ... !
- Girls with trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC, fuck man this is a waste of time ...
{laughs}
(oh my, your laugh, such a beautiful sound...)
One more solo?
Yeahhhhhhhhh!
Yeaaaahhhhh!
You're ... personally responsible for, uhh ...
The entire strip ... to be washed away ...
Cleansed ... as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire.
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight.
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
And his ... silk ...
And he ... he erected a beautiful city ...
A city of stars.
Ésta ya venía anunciada en la edición europea del In Utero, pero no por ello va a ser peor: ni mucho menos. Es como la antítesis al 'Endless Nameless': Aquélla comenzaba en High, ésta en Low, y el estribillo al contrario.
Un auténtica obra maestra de calidad e impro - momentazo "vamos a parar, estamos perdiendo el tiempo"- le dicen algo- se ríe - "One more solooo?"
Y esos Yeahs que le hicieron famoso.
La letra, para los frikis como yo, que no se quedan en la superfície:
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it?
In the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow
She's only been five months late,
even though we haven't had sex for a week
A meal a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's made my ...
Somebody else already used the word 'aurora-borealis'
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer
She's only five weeks late, but I haven't had a date forever ...
Ever ... ever ... forever!
Wish I had more ... more opportunity,
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my ...
On my ... on my, um ... ah, on my ... um ... um ... head
We'd have so much more diversity,
And so much more input, so much more creative flow,
If we had someone in school, a 'GIT' ...
GIT ... geeks ... in ... town.
Ha! ... Come on, Dave, think of one ... !
- Girls with trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC, fuck man this is a waste of time ...
{laughs}
(oh my, your laugh, such a beautiful sound...)
One more solo?
Yeahhhhhhhhh!
Yeaaaahhhhh!
You're ... personally responsible for, uhh ...
The entire strip ... to be washed away ...
Cleansed ... as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire.
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight.
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
And his ... silk ...
And he ... he erected a beautiful city ...
A city of stars.
* Gallons of rubbing alcohol flow through the strip... - Nirvana
Es lo bello de los cds que uno pude llegar a descubrir tracks ocultos que nos llegan a sorptender. Espero que todo este bien nos vemos bye
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