Repeat Stuff by Bo Burnham (edited captions)

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.