martes, 7 de septiembre de 2010

El punto justo de azúcar.

Recuerdo que en uno de tantos sitios en los que trabajé mientras estudiaba se solía escuchar música. Sobre todo standars del jazz, bossa-nova y algo de canción francesa. El primer día que aparecí con mi disco de Prefab Sprout no os podéis imaginar las críticas que tuve que soportar; sin embargo, al cabo de diez días no sonaba otra cosa y se multiplicaron las peticiones de copias. Todo el mundo se enamoró del grupo.
"When Love Breaks Down"
Steve McQueen. 1985





My love and I, we work well together
But often we're apart
Absence makes the heart lose weight, yeah,
Till love breaks down, love breaks down

Oh my, oh my, have you seen the weather
The sweet september rain
Rain on me like no other
Until I drown, until I drown

When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
The lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves,
When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down,
When love breaks down

My love and I, we are boxing clever
She'll never crowd me out
Fall be free as old confetti
And paint the town, paint the town

When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
The lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves,
When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
The lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves,
When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
You join the wrecks
Who leave their hearts for easy sex
When love breaks down,
When love breaks down

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