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Debería crear una entrada que diga «PJ HARVEY». Pues bien... La crearé.

Pj Harvey: Interview + My beautiful Leah

Did you see her walking?
Did she come around here, Sir?
Black hair, brown eyes
My beautiful Leah
She was always so needing
Said, "I have no-one"
Even as I held her
She went out looking for someone
She only had nightmares,
And her sadness never lifted
And slowly over the years
Her lovely face twisted
Did she come around here, Sir?
I swear you would remember
Black hair, Brown eyes
Late September
October
November
December
It never leaves my mind
The last words she said
"If I don't find it this time,
Then I'm better off dead".

Pj Harvey/ Oh my lover

oh my lover
don't you know it's alright
you can love her
you can love me at the same time
much to discover
i know you don't have the time but
oh my lover
don't you know it's alright

oh my sweet thing
oh my honey thighs
give me your troubles
i'll keep them with mine
take at your liesure
take whatever you can find but
oh my sweet thing
don't you know it's alright

it's alright
it's alright
there's no time
so it's alright

what's that color
forming around your eyes
watch my lover
tell me that it's all right
just another
before you go...go away
oh my lover
why don't you just say my name

and it's alright
say it's alright
there's no time



















¿Qué hacer? Por la mierda, ¿qué hacer?

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

Rid of me

Si de pronto me convirtiera en la amante desquiciada y vengativa, despojándome de toda noción de culpa a la hora de intentar obtener a «ese alguien»... ¿Qué sucedería? ¿ardería en el infierno? ¿concretaría mis planes? ¿terminaría más dañada? ¿el bien triunfaría sobre el mal?

A cierta tipa le resultó, aunque en todo caso... Pfffff!





Rid of me


tie yourself to me
no one else no
you're not rid of me
you're not rid of me
night and day I breathe
hah hah ay hey
you're not rid of me
yeah you're not rid of me
yeah you're not rid of me
yeah you're not rid of me
I beg you my darling
don't leave me
I'm hurting

lick my legs I'm on fire
lick my legs of desire
I'll tie your legs
keep you against my chest
oh you're not rid of me
yeah you're not rid of me
I'll make you lick my injuries
I'm gonna twist your head off, see
till you say don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
I beg you my darling
don't leave me
I'm hurting
I've been lonely
above everything
above every day
I'm hurting
lick my legs I'm on fire
lick my legs of desire
lick my legs I'm on fire
lick my legs of desire
yeah you're not rid of me
yeah you're not rid of me
I'll make you lick my injuries
I'm gonna twist your head off, see
till you say don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
don't you don't you wish you never never met her
lick my legs I'm on fire
lick my legs of desire
lick my legs I'm on fire
lick my legs of desire


-PJ Harvey-





* Aunque no llevaría a cabo nada de eso, Medea sigue siendo mi mentora xD