Este fin de semana estuvimos en la fiesta de cumpleaños de nuestro amigo, Theo, que se despedía de sus treintas a golpe de caipiriñas. Aparte de pasar un buen rato con todos sus amigos, pudimos disfrutar de la voz de Sylvia, soprano, estudiante de teatro y canto en Biel. Sylvia nos cantó una canción titulada “Coin operated boy”, que entre el ritmo y la letra me pareció divertida. He estado buscando sobre la canción y he encontrado el video. Aquí os lo dejo a ver que os parece y también la letra.
coin operated boy
by amanda palmer from “Dresden Dolls“coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boymade of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to choose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend….coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i’ll
never let him go and i’ll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy……this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i’ll never love you
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i’m dying to lose it…
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bathcoin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.
No, las fotos del canyoning aún no han llegado, al final acabarán llegando cuando esté de vacaciones ¬¬ Pero las colgaré, lo prometido es deuda.
Con esto y un bizcocho… Besos
Cris