Pj Harvey y Björk

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm watchin' my TV
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
And I'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'Cause you see I'm on losing streak
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

I can't get no, I can't get no
I can't get no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction



Mi canción.



Hoy casi me atropellan. Debo reconocer que el control de historia del español, la noche de estudio y el insomnio que arrastro desde el jueves pasado, me tienen hecha un trapo... (ya no lo soy sólo por dentro).

Lo raro de todo es que el auto me topó, el tipo que manejaba me insultó hasta que se le atrofió la lengua y yo... impertérrita, ni siquiera di ese saltito que suelen dar las personas cuando pasan un susto. Lo miré alrededor de treinta segundos (los vehículos que estaban atrás empezaron a dar bocinazos) y luego seguí, sin asimilar que estuve a punto de ser aplastada.


Supongo que la vida no quiere acabarse aún...










Debe ser influencia del Quijote... lo sé