Hoy me desperté sin mucho ánimo
y el disco que tenía puesto
- y que escuché mientras me duchaba -
pareció aclararme muchas cosas
(o talvez aún estaba medio dormida).
Como dice mi amigo Roberto,
algo de autobiográfico tiene esta canción.
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic... don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
Well, isn't this nice?
And Isn't this ironic ... don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures
Well life has a funny way of
sneaking up on you When you think everything's ok and everythings going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think evertyhing's gone wrong
and
everything blows up in your face A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic.. and yeah I really do think...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny way of helping you out...
helping you out
Este mi post número 100 en este blog.
Ojalá hubiera sido menos patético
el post... y yo, por lo menos hoy.
