Man, this day last year was so rad... to think of all the things I was doing then makes me a little sad.
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My bruises are so freaking cool... I'm endeared to them now. I feel like a bad ass... but of course, I don't immediately tell people how I got them. I'll only say once they start freaking out thinking I'm in some sort of secret, abusive relationship.
Sister: Dude, you better not show people that shit... they're gonna start thinking you have some sort of violent boyfriend.
Me: Well, at least they'll finally think it's a boyfriend.
Anyway, I've been listening to a lot of music thanks to my sister. She got me into liking country music (I was never under the persuasion that it sucked--most of those singers have rappers beat by a fucking long shot-- I just never really found lyrics I liked), I returned the favor by introducing her to Spanish Rock.
While I only really like the country singers she likes, she has this thing for a Spanish rock singer I really don't like.
Her name's Bebe (well, that's her artistic name, because her real name is "Nieves"). She had this really popular song a year ago, about domestic violence (haha, I just realized this went well with my post because I was talking about fake domestic violence when it came to my bruises. Man, my brain works in weird ways).
I never got into the song much... just the last part where she starts to speed up and says something about "y ahora yo me fumo un cigarrito y te echo el humo en el corazoncito..." because I'd think "Damn, that'd really piss me off to have cigarette smoke blown into my heart! What an insult!"
She's also kind of rude. She's those really outspoken Spaniards who smoke like a chimney, and when told to please stop smoking because the place they're currently at is a smoke-free zone they'll totally flip and go psycho on you. I dunno... I just don't like smokers... especially the violent ones (she got into a fight with a Fire Marshall at one of her Los Angeles concerts. That's hardcore).
Anyway, my sister downloaded two songs from Bebe... and one I hated right off the bat (I'm not much of a fan of songs concerning masturbation... call me immature, but it's just not of my taste. I can't listen without laughing).
But there's this other song, Siempre Me Quedara, that I find myself listening to repeatedly:
Cómo decir que me parte en mil
las esquinitas de mis huesos,
que han caído los esquemas de mi vida
ahora que todo era perfecto.
Y algo más que eso,
me sorbiste el seso y me decían del peso
de este cuerpecito mío
que se ha convertío (Drives me insane how she doesn't say "convertido". Man, how you can tell she's from Spain!) en río.
De este cuerpecito mío
que se ha convertío en río.
Me cuesta abrir los ojos
y lo hago poco a poco,
no sea que aún te encuentre cerca.
Me guardo tu recuerdo
como el mejor secreto,
que dulce fue tenerte dentro.
Hay un trozo de luz
en esta oscuridad
para prestarme calma.
El tiempo todo calma,
la tempestad y la calma,
el tiempo todo calma,
la tempestad y la calma.
Siempre me quedará
la voz suave del mar,
volver a respirar la lluvia que caerá
sobre este cuerpo y mojará
la flor que crece en mi,
y volver a reír
y cada día un instante volver a pensar en ti.
En la voz suave del mar,
en volver a respirar la lluvia que caerá
sobre este cuerpo y mojará
la flor que crece en mi,
y volver a reír
y cada día un instante volver a pensar en ti.
It's kind of sad... which makes my attempts of listening to happier music that much more difficult (because, once again, I'm not finding any happy songs that I dig besides that damn Springs Preserve song on that commercial; but that's not even a song!) .
I'm also not a fan of smokers-voices... but hers sounds so pretty in the song... and it makes me that much sadder (why is she making me change my standards?).
Damn Bebe, I must admit... you're good at what you do (you know... writing, singing... smoking).
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