Gurb Song

Hoy quiero dedicar, tras una larga tarde de paseo con lluvia por Madrid a esta canción que ha llenado mi cabeza y me ha hecho profundizar en diferentes estados que pueblan en mí, con esta canción he conseguido parar el tiempo y que nada más importara (así conseguir eludir la sensación incomoda que provoca la lluvia).
La canción en cuestión es de Migala, se llama Gurb Song y está incluida en "Así Duele un Verano", gran título de LP, o no es verdad que hay ocasiones en que duelen las cosas buenas.
Recomiendo que con un poco de calma presteis atención a la letra, es una autentica odisea mental para el protagonista, una montaña rusa, un tira y afloja entre la tristeza y la agresividad.

Migala - Gurb Song

I wanted someone to enter my life
like a bird that comes into a kitchen
And starts breaking things
and crashes with doors and windows
Leaving chaos and destruction

This is why I accepted her kisses
as someone who has been given
a leaflet at the subway
I knew, don't ask me why or how
that we were gonna share
even our toothpaste

We got to know each other
by caressing each other's scars
Avoiding getting too close
to know too much

We wanted happiness to be like a virus
that reaches every place in a sick body
I turned my home into a water bed
and her breasts into dark sand castles

She gave me her metaphors,
her bottles of gins
and her North Africa stamp collection
At night we would talk in dreams
back to back and we would
always, always, agree

The sheets were so much like our skin
that we stopped going to work
Love became a strong big man with us,
terribly handy, a proper liar
with big eyes and red lips

She made me feel brand new
I watch her get fucked up, lose touch
We listened to Nick Drake
in her tape recorder
And she told me she was a writer
I read her book in two and a half hours
And cried all the way through
as watching Bambi

She told me that when I think
she has loved me all she could,
she was gonna love me a little bit more
My ego and her cynicism
got on really well and we would say
"What would you do in case I die" or
"What if I had AIDS?" or
"Don't you like the Smiths" or
"Let's shag now"

We left our fingerprints
all around my room
Breakfast was automatically made
And if it would come to bed in a trolley,
no hands

We did compete to see
who would have the best orgasms,
the nicer visions,
the biggest hangovers
And if she came pregnant we decided
it would be God hand's fault

The world was our oyster
Life was life

But then she had to go back to London
to see her boyfriend and her family
and her best friends
and her pet called Gus

And without her I've been a mess
I've painted my nails black
and got my hair cut
I open my pictures collection
and our past can be limitless
And I know the process is
to slice each section of my story
thinner and thinner
until I'm left only with her

I've felt like shite all the time
no matter who I kiss or how charming
I try to be with my new birds
This is the point, isn't it?
New birds that will project me
along a wire from the underground
into the air, into the world

No queda, después de esto nada más que decir.