Stamattina mi è tornato in mente il concerto dei Garbage (non è un fatto strano, visto che li ho visti all’Heineken Jammin’ Festival, e ogni santa mattina quando mi vesto mi perdo in qualche strambo modo il braccialetto), e per tutta la giornata ho canticchiato questa canzone (devo anche ammettere che mi sono concessa alcune licenze poetiche a scuola, perchè non ricordavo proprio tutte tutte tutte le parole – causa: mente obnubilata.) Fatto sta che questa canzone rimane straordinariamente simmetrica, e ha dei cambi di ritmo che mi fanno impazzire
… ecco qui, ve la posto…
Why do you love me? – Garbage
I’m no barbie doll
I’m not your baby girl
I’ve done ugly things and I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they‘re to be believed
So what if I’m no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mudWhy do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
You’re not some baby boy
Why you acting so surprised
You’re sick of all the rules
Well I’m sick of all your lies
Now I’ve held back a wealth of shit, I think I’m gonna choke
I’m standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat
Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don’t feel good?
Nothing ever came from nothing man
Oh man, ain’t that the truthWhy do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
I’m not your baby girl
I’ve done ugly things and I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they‘re to be believed
So what if I’m no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mudWhy do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
You’re not some baby boy
Why you acting so surprised
You’re sick of all the rules
Well I’m sick of all your lies
Now I’ve held back a wealth of shit, I think I’m gonna choke
I’m standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat
Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don’t feel good?
Nothing ever came from nothing man
Oh man, ain’t that the truthWhy do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it, I do it again
I think you’re sleeping with a friend of mine
I have no proof but I think that I’m right
And you’ve still got the most beautiful face
It just makes me sad most of the timeI get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it, I do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it, I do it again
I think you’re sleeping with a friend of mine
I have no proof but I think that I’m right
And you’ve still got the most beautiful face
It just makes me sad most of the timeI get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it, I do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me? It’s driving me crazy
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Ah, quasi dimenticavo una cosa importantissimaaaa!!!
In libreria (da Loffredo in questo caso) c’è il libro di Leone! E perdipiù l’hanno messo in vetrina! da non crederci, eh? (detto tra noi, mettere Leone vicino a Woody Allen mi sembra un po’ una bestemmia, con rispetto parlando, eh? Ma Allen è un genio…)
questi siamo Woody Allen, io e Leone (detto tra noi, ho gli ochi più gialli del solito in questa foto…)
Babi sconvolta dal fatto che il libro di Leone sia DAVVERO in vendita (cioè, chi non ha pensato, almeno una volta, che si fosse inventato tutto?)
e questo è il libro di Leone
Finite le notizie shock… vi lascio…!!
See ya.
Mik
