Cimientos

"Jueves por la noche, todo va bien excepto que tienes esa mirada que pones cuando estoy contando algo y a ti te aburre. Entonces piensas en algo que decir. Te lanzas, lo sueltas y me humillas delante de mis amigos."

"Entonces yo uso ese tono que te pone de los nervios y digo algo así como: "Si muy bien, una aportación muy inteligente cariño, ¿por qué no te tomas otra cerveza?"

"Entonces me llamas puta y toda la gente con la que estamos se siente avergonzada pero a mi me importa una mierda."

"Las puntas de mis dedos se agarran a las grietas de nuestros cimientos y sé que debería soltarme pero no puedo. Y siempre que nos peleamos se que no está bien, siempre que estás triste y yo sonrío, sé que debería olvidar pero no puedo."

"Dices que debo tomar muchos limones para ser tán ácida y yo digo que preferiría estar con tus amigos porque están más buenos."

Lindezas de este calibre a las que hay que añadir frases del tipo "no quiero mirarte a la cara porque me pones enferma" cantadas por una chica de 21 con una cara tan terrenal que parece un ángel en un sublime acento inglés barriobajero (escuchad el "can´t", es la releche!!) es lo que hace que "Foundations" de Kate Nash, sea una de las canciones que escucho compulsivamente estos días.

Thursday night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"

Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I wont give a shit.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause i am so bitter.
I said
"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."

Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.

Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',
and I purposely wont turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

Por cierto, y como no podía ser de otra forma, el video musical está censurado. No dicen la palabra puta ni la palabra mierda. Al parecer las putas no pueden cagar, pero los ingenieros sí. Qué cosas!