Para un programa de Radio de Barcelona me han pedido que elija una canción que pueda ser en algún momento la BSO de una mujer, evidentemente he comprendido que era un programa de hombres, dirigido por hombres. Estaban haciendo un especial no sé qué, por teléfono tampoco me enteré muy bien, ya que el enunciado me pareció ridículo. No sabía cuál elegir, y mi amiga Pris a través del facebook me dio la clave, Fredrika Stahl y su tema so High. Historias que parecen novelas pero luego es un compendio de relatos cortos. Tampoco entiendo muy bien el por qué de mujeres, creo que el género no importa tanto, por mucho que haya estereotipos y etiquetas. Claro, que también le han ido a preguntar a a la más indicada, si soy una incoherencia en mí misma, soy incapaz de mirar más allá del segundo que estoy gastando, y la pereza se apodera un poco de mí.
He moved my heart
And I moved his lips
I held him close
He laid his hands on my hips
No no I don’t wanna know why
I have my story
No no I need my bubble to fly
Fly away far from my worries
I offered him a dance
He offered me a seat
Seems he’d rather dance
With his hands than with his feet
No no I don’t wanna know why
I trust my feeling
No no I think this is the guy
For my broken-heart’s healing
And so I think to myself
I’m in my own world again
My head is spinning around
And there’s no exit to be found
And so I think to myself
He’s just like everyone else
But feeling far too high
To just let him walk, walk on by
He said “I like you”
I said “I love you too”, I love you too
He bought me twelve drinks
Such a gentle thing to do, to do
No no I don’t wanna know why
I have my vision
No if I pick to dream or to cry
Is my own decision
He followed me home
That considerate guy
Never called next day
Guess he was to shy
No no I don’t wanna know why
Don’t want your implication
No I don’t wanna leave my pink cloud
So I stick to my explanation
And so I think to myself
I’m in my own world again
My head is spinning around
And there’s no exit to be found
And so I think to myself
He’s just like everyone else
But feeling far too high
To just let him walk on by
And so I think to myself
I’m in my own world again
My head is spinning around
And there’s no exit to be found
And so I think to myself
He’s just like everyone else
But feeling far too high
To just let him walk on by
And so I think to myself
I’m in my own world again
My head is spinning around
And there’s no exit to be found
And so I think to myself
He’s just like everyone else
But feeling far too high
To just let him walk, walk on by
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