Voy a volver a mi personaje.
Me he desmayado unos 20 segundos.
Gracias por venir.
Las canciones de amor solían ser tan bonitas.
"Vayámonos tú y yo"
"cuando el ocaso se esparce sobre el cielo,"
"como un paciente anestesiado, tendido en un estrado".
T. S. Eliot. Precioso.
Las canciones de amor de hoy son igual de bonitas.
Usher, Justin Bieber, One Direction. Ya los conocéis.
Pero estos artistas nuevos han cambiado un poco el formato de las canciones de amor.
He intentado captar cómo han cambiado el formato de las canciones de amor.
Con esta canción de amor. Espero que os guste y notéis las diferencias.
Jason Derulo.
I love you hair, I love your name, I love the way you say it.
I love your heart and you're so smart 'cause you gave away it.
I love your sis, I love your dad, I love your mum,
but more than all of that I love the fact that you're dumb enough
to not realize everything I've said has been said before
in a thousand ways in a thousand songs
sung with the same four cords
but you still love it and let me finger you.
Yeah, finger you, finger you!
Oh girl, I hope you don't think that I'm rude
when I tell you that I love you, boo.
I also hope that you don't see through
this cleverly constructed ruse
designed by a marketing team
cashing in on puberty and low self esteem
and girls' desperate need to feel loved.
America says we love a chorus
but don't get complicated and bore us
though meaning might be missing
we need to know the words after just one listen
so repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
¡Os la sabéis!
I love my baby and you know I couldn't live without her
but now I need to make every girl think this song's about her
just to make sure that they spread it like the plague
so I describe my dream girl as really really vague, like:
"I love your hands 'cause your fingerprints are like no other
I love your eyes and their blueish brownish greenish color
I love it when you smile, that you smile wide
and I love how your torso has an arm on either side".
Now, if you're my agent you might be thinking:
"Oh no, sound the alarms.
You're not appealing to little girls that don't have arms".
But they can't use iTunes, so fuck 'em! Who needs them!!
Oh girl, I hope --- Oh, hello Satan!
Satan, you taste so good.
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
¡Todo el mundo!
(repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff)
Vamos, más alto, no os oigo.
(repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff)
Jóvenes, escuchad.
I'm in magazines full of model teens
so far above you.
So read them and hate yourself
and pay me to tell you I love you.
(I love you)
And your parents will always come along
because their little girl is in love.
And how could love be wrong?
How could love be wrong?
When you repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
(Ahhhh, I'm a vessel, 666, oh oh oh oh, Illuminati, ahhhh)
We know it's not right
we know it's not funny
but we'll stop beating this dead horse
when it stops spitting out money.
But until then, we will repeat stuff.