LOS ESPECIALES

La banda The Specials, o sea "Los especiales" (pero no los sanguches de salame y queso, son una banda.)

No les pasa que hay ciertas canciones que los dejan reeeeee-panchos? Pero no pancho en el sentido ofensivo de "Ah, mirá, qué pancho, le gusta esa canción". (Además no entendí la comparación de insulto = pancho. Es una comida, o sea, no me voy a ofender... es como que alguien te insulte diciendo "Loco, sos alta milanesa" o "Chabón, sos un asado".) Sino pancho en el sentido de tranca. Tipo, tirado, tranca... relajadito... te dejas llevar por cada sonido y disfrutas de la fusión y superposición que realizan distintos tipos de instrumentos.

Bueno, The Specials me genera eso. Y dejo:

"Do nothing" (Gracias Dancing Mood)

Each day I walk along this lonely street

Trying to find, find a future

New pair of shoes are on my feet

Cos' fashion is my only culture

Nothing ever change, oh no...

Nothing ever change

People say to me just be yourself

It makes no sense to follow fashion

How could I be anybody else

I don't try, I've got no reason

Nothing ever change, oh no...

Nothing ever change

I'm just living in a life without meaning

I walk and walk, do nothing

I'm just living in a life without feeling

I talk and talk, say nothing

Nothing ever change, oh no...

Nothing ever change

I walk along this same old lonely street

Still trying to find, find a reason

Policeman comes and smacks me in the teeth

I don't complain, it's not my function

Nothing ever change, oh no...

Nothing ever change

They're just living in a life without meaning

I walk and walk, do nothing

They're just playing in a life without thinking

They talk and talk, say nothing

I'm just living in a life without feeling

I walk and walk, I'm dreaming

I'm just living in a life without feeling

I talk and talk, say nothing

I'm just living in a life without meaning

I walk and walk, do nothing