Sleepless for a month

Or two...or three, no se bien cuantos meses llevo ya con insomnio crónico, aún no me veo como Christian Bale en The Machinist (ni tampoco alucino tan gacho como el), pero espero mis próximas clases de danza aerea me ayuden a lograr el cansancio que necesito para dormir una noche completa y a recuperar mi flexibiidad perdida de hace unos años.

El mood de estos dias lleva inevitablemente a que Radiohead y un poco Interpol domine mi iTunes dia y noche, especialmente ésta canción la recuerdo porque llore y llore cuando Radiohead vino en marzo y la escuche en vivo, maravillosa despedida del DF un dia antes de irme de viaje selvatico. Tambien recuerdo que la escuche junto con Videotape y All I need en el avión de camino a Chetumal tambien llorando despues de una mala despedida. Es como mi canción no oficial para tristear un rato. Amo la letra.

Fake Plastic Trees

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out.
It wears him out, it wears . . .

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.

It wears me out...all the time