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Cuatro cuentos de Navidad

25 Dic

[wallcoo.com]_christmas_night_191576No me gusta la navidad, pero es como la lluvia, te guste o no la has de dejar caer. Te calará menos si dejas de lamentarte y haces por atravesar la cortina de agua lo menos calado posible.

Cada año, y hace ya unos cuantos, nos reunimos unos amigos y contamos cuentos. Dickens no es la navidad, Dickens es Dickens. Hacemos lo que hacían nuestros ancestros siglos antes de cualquier era cristiana, de cualquier tradición pagana: Reunirse frente al fuego y contar historias.

Disfrútenlas en Puedo Saltar Charcos, el blog de Alex, donde nos sentamos con Emilio y Angéline, y contamos historias.

El amigo Tom Waits nos aportará una triste postal de navidad.

“Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis”

hey Charley I’m pregnant
and living on 9-th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off cuclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he’ll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.

and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin’ station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?

hey Charley I almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so I went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in minneapolis
this time I think I’m gonna stay.

hey Charley I think I’m happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I’d buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn’t sell any of em
I’d just drive a different car
every day dependin on how
I feel.

hey Charley
for chrissakes
do you want to know
the truth of it?
I don’t have a husband
he don’t play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I’ll be eligible for parole
come valentines day.

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Feliz época de mierda en dónde los hipócritas se mienten a sí mismos, compran cosas que no necesitan y se sienten aún más miserables…

13 Dic

a-bill-hicks-xmas-greeting-10344-1293198329-0Son las pequeñas grandes cosas las que hacen que sobreviva a esa travesía en el desierto… Los amigos, los chistes iconoclastas, la gente auténtica, y Bugg versionando a Lennon.