Goldenlady

sábado, agosto 23, 2003

I don't want a lover__ TEXAS


I don't want a lover, I just need a friend
I don't want a lover, I just need a friend

You can't just leave me-ee, to face life o-on my own
I know you don't love me no more, I knew this day it would come
Even when it cuts so deep, it's true I still want you
But the harder I try, the more I seem to lose

I don't want a lover, I just need a friend
I've had time to recover, Now that I know it wasn't love

It's always a different story-y, when it's me who's in the wrong
But you can't have it all, 'cause I'm the one who's stro-ong
I've already been burnt before, once but never agai-ai-ain
I know the time will come, that's when you'll need me then

I don't want a lover, I just need a friend
I've had time to recover, Now that I know it wasn't love
I don't want a lover, I just need a prayer
I know you never cared, Now that I know it wasn't love

You don't even care, 'bout what I'm saying
You don't even think, what you're doing
All you see is what you want it to be
But in there, there's just no room for me-ee

I don't want a lover, I just need a friend
I've had time to recover, Now that I know it wasn't love

You don't even care, 'bout what I'm saying
You don't even thi-ink, what you're doing
All you see is what you want it to be
There's just no room in there for me-ee

I don't want a lover, I just need a friend
I've had time to recover, Now that I know it wasn't love
Now that I know (I don't want a lover)
(I just need a friend) Now that I know




Dedicat a tots aquells que hagin estat burnt before, once but never again.





jueves, agosto 21, 2003

La paciència té un límit. El meu límit és molt limitat, (visca la redundància) per a determinades coses i molt i molt llarg per a altres.
En aquest cas el meu límit és petit. Mai he sigut amant dels metges, ni de les medecines, menys encara de quedar-me a casa a covar la malaltia i quan em fa mal alguna cosa el primer que penso és que ja se'm passarà. Si el que sigui persisteix, em dopo fins a les pestanyes i surto al carrer.
Porto set dies sense ser persona i ho sento molt mama però no vull més antibiòtics, ni més pastilles, ni més dietes per a contrarrestar els efectes secundaris de les pastilles, no vull més radiografies, ni més anàlisis de sang, no vull més electrodes als dits per mirar les meves constants vitals (que de vitals no en tenen res), no vull més opinions de metges (ni els d'urgències del Clínic, ni els del CAP, ni tan sols del meu tiet metge), ni més hipòtesi, ni esperiometries... o em doneu alguna dosi eficaç del que sigui, o em deixeu sortir de casa i les drogues que pendré seran les que jo vulgui.
He dit.


lunes, agosto 18, 2003

Amanece en el campo
y flota ya en el cielo
un intenso aroma a estiércol...
Sabañones y callos...
labrando todo el día bajo el sol!
Y alimentar con esmero
a bichejos traicioneros
y llegar doblado a casa a disfrutar
de tu lumbalgiaaaaaa!
laralalara laralalá!!!!!


Ja sé que es cutre pero em ric cada vegada que veig l'anunci!