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Versiones malignas

MC Chris - Twin Peaks

Na na na na na na na x2

Stack up donuts, pack up the pies,

Put on the trench coat, rack up the lies.

Overcast sky and the pines are swaying,

The bird gets the worm so I'm up in the a.m.

Gotta crack a case in a place called Peaks;

Where the lights all blink and your outlook's bleak.

Got a lotta caffeine; interrogating teens 'cause

The homecoming queen just rolled up on the beach,

Wrapped in plastic, white as a sheet.

Gave a heart attack to a man name Pete

Who couldn't make coffee, he offered it kindly,

Tasted like fish can't put it behind me.

Back to the hood got a mug of damn good;

They say something black is in the back woods.

Owls in disguise and the boys are in the book house,

Just like elm street - know you better look out.

Nothing in this world ever could prepare me;

Think later on I maybe need some therapy.

Talkin' to myself, my reflection scares me;

If I'm gonna die I'll have pie make it cherry

(Cherry, cherry, cherry, cherry)

(spoken)

That's right, motherfucker, word up!

CHORUS

This pie's so good it is a crime. (This pie's so good it is a crime.) x3

Excuse me while I break this rhyme. (Excuse me while I break this rhyme.)

Was it Audrey, oh so tawdry, freshly squeezed little tease?

Was it the baddie, Audrey's daddy, busy buying twin peaks?

Was it Leland, his attorney, always straightening his tie?

Was it Norma? She's a killer I'm still waitin' for pie.

Was it Jacoby? He's an oldie; used to run with the gangs.

Was it Harold Smith, or was his crime that he's just lame?

Was it Donna, the elitist, packin' peaches for James?

Was it Bobby Briggs? I think it is; keep hearin' his name.

Was it Leo? He's a creepo and his ponytail is evil,

And he got a lot of screen time in the unpopular prequel.

This detective got diminished so they could finish with Kiefer,

But I saw Kristen Davis naked; she got fish in her beaver. (What?)

CHORUS

Name is Cooper, I'm in a stupor,

Lying flat in a stained wood room.

Usually strapped, but I just got capped

By a man in black or so you would assume.

A dude like Lurch says on with the search,

Will you dare to dream like you did in Dune?

So I got three clues, and a gun shot wound

And a tick bite bruise, but whatcha gonna do?

The breeze in the trees will squeeze out your soul

Like that shit was tartar control.

Murder she wrote; nobody wrote back.

Gotta bust a ghost; no proton pack.

(spoken)

That's right, I put a Ghostbusters reference in a song about Twin Peaks.

Everybody's happy.

CHORUS

Feliz día...

Cada año me veo obligada a escribir esta entrada; este año la cabecera de la manifestación de Madrid me gusta menos de lo acostumbrado “Salud e Igualdad por Derecho” o en Santa Cruz "matrimonio=matrimonio". La noción de "por Derecho" me resulta de lo más perturbador.

Mi condición dubitativa y mi profundo rechazo epidérmico a las colectividades siempre me han situado en lugares incómodos. Entiendo la vindicación, entiendo que se juegue con las reglas que están puestas sobre la mesa, pero espero que en el precio a pagar no esté incluido olvidar que ni tenemos todas las cartas, ni la mesa en la que jugamos es la misma para todas.

Con este lema no sé si se está pretendiendo decir que salud e igualdad son cosas que tenemos garantizadas(idealmente) gracias al derecho, esto es a un cuerpo de leyes y a unas instituciones que las hacen valer, o si se está pretendiendo inferir que son, de hecho, derechos al modo inherente y kantiano.

A lo mejor se pretende decir ambas y quedarse tan anchas en ese lenguaje, moderno -s.s. xvi y xvii-, pulido por los avatares de liberales y marxistas de diversos pelajes durante el siglo en el que todas nacimos.

Sea lo que sea, siendo lícita la vindicación, la lucha de un colectivo para lograr no ser excluidos de la existencia política. La cuestión no consiste en formar parte del sistema, nunca seremos parte del sistema en realidad, hasta que el esqueleto cultural cambie. Y lo que sucede es que la osificación parte del sistema hacia las potencialidades de lo que "nuestra" forma de pensar vivir y desear suponen.

Por seguir con las metáforas orgánicas, el sistema "nos" digiere, como a toda disidencia, como a cualquier rama que se escapa del seto de la normalidad heteropatriarcal-capitalista pasando por un infinito proceso de ramoneo rumiante que lo desactiva todo en el marasmo del nunca obliterable y ubicuo Estado de Derecho.

No podemos olvidar que la perturbación en la fuerza que "implicamos" resulta y seguirá resultando algo inaceptable, y que lograr asentar leyes que defiendan la igualdad no es lo mismo que alcanzar la igualdad. Ni que la igualdad, al modo del Estado, deba ser considerada como el grial último. El problema está en otros lugares, tiene otra naturaleza, se levanta sobre el miedo y la naturaleza del poder.

Sumarse al poder no ha beneficiado a la vindicación de "nuestra dignidad" (que conste que me chirría mucho este lenguaje) Y pienso que la cosa debería ir más por caminos torcidos que por las rectas vías del derecho. Como bien nos mostró Bentham, no existe más derecho que el que emana de la ley. Y la ley es un artificio, uno que, por lo que nos conviene, no debería servir a buenismos hipócritas.

Apoyo la lucha y su observancia mor de unas leyes que aceptan mi realidad (especialmente por el escándalo del ojo y el oído del temor) pero desde la consciencia afiladísima del funcionamiento de esa realidad. Desde la memoria constante de que el objetivo no es, para mí, ser asimilado, sino vivir, mostrar el vivir como un hacerse con muchas posibilidades.

Bear McCreary - Sonatica

Nyman y los libros de Prospero

viejos temas

David Lynch - I know

I know, I know,

The bird, she stopped to sing,

Since I went and did that thing,

I know, I know,

Train take you now girl.

I know, you got to go,

Seen it comin' baby just as plain as day

Seen it comin' baby

No way you can stay,

I know, I know, I know,

I, I, I know.

Don't have to tell me baby,

See you go on the road now,

You're gonna live my sight,

But I'll remember you baby,

Each and every night,

Don't have to tell me

You got to go,

I know

Feel so Low

Annnd I, I see you go.

Train take you now girl,

The bird she stopped to sing,

Since I went and did that thing,

I know, I know

You got to go.

Monteverdi - Fouchécourt, Padmore - Zefiro torna e di soavi accenti

Zefiro torna e di soavi accenti

l’aer fa grato e’il pié discioglie a l’onde

e, mormoranda tra le verdi fronde,

fa danzar al bel suon su’l prato i fiori.

Inghirlandato il crin Fillide e Clori

note temprando lor care e gioconde;

e da monti e da valli ime e profond

raddoppian l’armonia gli antri canori.

Sorge più vaga in ciel l’aurora, e’l sole,

sparge più luci d’or; più puro argento

fregia di Teti il bel ceruleo manto.

Sol io, per selve abbandonate e sole,

l’ardor di due begli occhi e’l mio tormento,

come vuol mia ventura, hor piango hor canto.

Dave Gahan - A little lie

Cyriak - Cows & cows & cows

inquietud estructural

Joan as the police woman - The Magic

I don’t want to tell you what you already know

This is me that you’re talking to

and anything I say, I have said before

When will it be enough?

There’s something, and my mind shifts,

and in my eye

I slip on my ears

And I find I am face to face

with none other than me,

I’ve got the mirror up against the marquee.

And all it reads is, I am fine, I am divine,

But there is a wild side going on behind the sign.

I’m looking for the magic

I’m feeling for the right way out of my mind

Looking for the alchemy to release me from my maze.

I am makin myself

I’m lookin’ for the magic (x3)

Now I don't wanna come off like I am

I’m loosing my head

But the shadow inside of me

is begging for direction to illicit city.

Ooooh illicit city.

I wanna do better than to fight this life

‘cause it is a dream

I wonder if the wild animals livin’ in me

Well will they ever find freedom?

And all I fear is what I fear,

am I a Leviathan?

I feel the risin of the cove, my ocean opens

I’m looking for the magic

I’m feeling for the right way out of my mind

Looking for the alchemy to release me from my maze.

I am makin myself.

I’m looking for the magic

I’m feeling for the right way out my of mind

Looking for the alchemy to release me from my maze.

I am makin myself.

I’m lookin’ for the magic (x3)

I wanna be bad

I wanna be bad

My shadow must find a window in the wall.

I’m looking for the magic

I’m Feeling for the right way out of my mind

Looking for the alchemy to release me from my maze.

I am makin myself

I’m looking for the magic

I’m feeling for the right way out of my mind

Looking for the alchemy to release me from my maze.

I am makin myself

I’m lookin’ for the magic (x3)

Sufjan Stevens - You are the blood

Mildred!!

HISTORIETA de Ms. Millana!!

Chaka Khan - Ain´t nobody loves me better

Garbage - The trick is to keep breathing

The Backdoor Men - Evil

Sridevi in Mr. India

Me he quedado fascinada con esto

The Pierces - Boring

We look alright

We're going out

Boring.

Paris, France

Londontown

NYC

Boring.

Nothing thrills us

Anymore

No one kills us

Anymore

Life is such a chore

When it's….

Boring

Sexy boy

Girl on girl

Manage trois

Boring.

Marijuana

Cocaine

Heroin

Boring.

Nothing thrills us

Anymore

No one kills us

Anymore

Life is such a chore

When it's….

Boring

Galliano

Donatella

Dolce & Gabbana

Boring.

Caviar

Escargot

Dom Perignon

Boring.

Love of my life

Bear your child

Everything I've ever wanted

Boring.

Nothing thrills us

Anymore

No one kills us

Anymore

Life is such a chore

When it's….

Boring

(when it's boring)

Nothing thrills us

Anymore

No one kills us

Anymore

Life is such a chore

When it's….

Boring

God Is a Girl

Dios

Tobacco - Gross Magik

Pop/pensativo

Smooth Criminal by The Rock-afire Explosion

Barbra Streisand - Judy Garland

Xavier Dolan 'extrait'

La pieza está más quemada que la pipa de Popeye pero el conjunto del video resulta tan manierista, referencial y cursi que sale por el otro lado. Ese lado que te deja mosqueado y sin saber si te encanta o te parece una puta mierda.

Reflections in a Golden Eye

Rita Pavone - Viva la pappa col pomodoro