yo también, Nick, yo también, la versión femenina de ese blues...

Cuando compré el disco, los escuché obsesivamente (a veces hago eso, el disco termina y lo pongo otra vez, termina, y lo pongo otra vez, termina y…). Hoy los redescubrí. Me encanta la voz de Nick Cave, y el tono sarcástico con el que canta algunas de las mejores canciones sarcásticas que he oído. Hay dos que me hacen sonreír muchísimo, y como ando muy desvelada y no-me-puedo-concentrar-en-lo-que-tengo-que-hacer, pues aquí se las dejo de regalito. Ah!, ellos son Grinderman, por cierto.

Las letras:
“Go tell the women”
We've done our thing
We have evolved
We're up on our hind legs
The problem's solved

We are artists
We are mathematicians
Some of us hold extremely
High positions

But we are tired
We're hardly breathing
And we're free
Go tell the women that we’re leaving

We're sick and tired
Of all this self-serving grieving
All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the morning
And maybe a bit more in the evening

We are scientists
We do genetics
We leave religion
To the psychos and fanatics

But we are tired
We got nothing to believe in
We are lost
Go tell the women that we’re leaving

We've done our thing
We’re hip to the sound
of six billion people
Going down

We are magicians
We are deceiving
We’re free and we’re lost
Go tell the women that we’re leaving

Come on back now to the fray

"No pussy blues"

My face is finished
My body's gone
And I can't help but think
Standing up here in all this applause
And gazing down at all the young and the beautiful
With their questioning eyes
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself

I saw a girl in the crowd
I went over, I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
But she said that she didn't want to

I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed the hairs across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to

I read her Eliot, I read her Yates
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
But still she just never wanted to

I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did her dishes in rubber gloves
I called her Honeybee, I called her love
But she just still didn't want to
She just never wants to
DAMN!

I sent her every type of flower
I played her a guitar by the hour
I petted her revolting little Chihuahua
But still she just didn't want to

I wrote a song with a hundred lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
But she just even then didn't want to
She just never wants to

I thought I'd try another tact
I drank a litre of Cognac
I threw her down upon her back
But she just laughed and said she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel
But she said she just never wanted to
She just didn't want to

I've got the No Pussy Blues
I've got the No Pussy Blues
I've got the No Pussy Blues!
DAMN!

y un videíto:
Grinderman