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No podemos escoger las cartas que nos reparte la vida.  Pero si, como jugaremos la mano...

sábado, 14 de enero de 2012

Somebody i knew today...

Bonito despertar... Me mandan un link a una curiosidad musical (¡¡¡Mil gracias, Rudy!!!).  5 personas y una guitarra tocando una melodía deliciosa.  
Se podría hacer la lectura de que los recortes llegan a algunos grupos pero que, con talento, todo se supera, pero no es el momento de pensar en como está el mundo, si no que toca dejarse transportar momentáneamente a Universos de algodón rosa ...



La búsqueda de la canción original se hace obligada...




La letra es una melancolía preciosa...

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

(Somebody)
I used to know
(Somebody)
Somebody that I used to know
(Somebody)
I used to know
(Somebody)
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody

7 comentarios:

D. dijo...

Hola Albert:

Todo me pareció excelente: la letra, la canción y las dos versiones.

Te felicito, es una gran entrada.
La he disfrutado.

Saludos.
D.

Bidan dijo...

Me alegro. Estos días he estado haciendo un break en el break. Tengo un par de docenas de notas para posts.
En cuanto termine con la limpieza general de casa, vuelvo por aqui más a menudo...

la MaLquEridA dijo...

Me quedo con la primera versión porque es más alegre aunque la segunda es exquisita pero la primera fenomenal aunque la segunda es triste pero la primera dan ganas de tamborilear los dedos pero la segunda... je.

Me han gustado mucho las dos versiones aunque me quedo con la primera porque es más alegre aunque ... jeje

Saludos.

Bidan dijo...

Contra gustos, querida, no hay disputas... :)

María Beatriz dijo...

Muy linda canción en ambas versiones.

Besos

D. dijo...

Mirá Albert:

http://www.clarin.com/espectaculos/musica/musicos-guitarra-ultimo-exito-Youtube_0_628137422.html

Creo que bien puede decirse que tuvimos la exclusiva gracias a tu post.

Un abrazo.
D.

Bidan dijo...

Si ya te digo, D., que mal oído no tengo... :)

Me alegro que te gustara Maribé.

Besos a todos.