Yo, poeta decadente,
español del siglo veinte,
que los toros he elogiado,
y cantado
las golfas y el aguardiente...,
y la noche de Madrid,
y los rincones impuros,
y los vicios más oscuros
de estos bisnietos del Cid:
de tanta canallería
harto estar un poco debo;
ya estoy malo, y ya no bebo
lo que han dicho que bebía.
Porque ya
una cosa es la poesía
y otra cosa lo que está
grabado en el alma mía...
Grabado, lugar común.
Alma, palabra gastada.
Mía... No sabemos nada.
Todo es conforme y según.
MANUEL MACHADO
LETRA.-
COULD YOU BE LOVED AND BE LOVED?
COULD YOU BE LOVED AND BE LOVED?
DONT LET THEM FOOL YA,
OR EVEN TRY TO SCHOOL YA! OH, NO!
WEVE GOT A MIND OF OUR OWN,
SO GO TO HELL IF WHAT YOURE THINKING IS NOT RIGHT!
LOVE WOULD NEVER LEAVE US ALONE,
A-YIN THE DARKNESS THERE MUST COME OUT TO LIGHT.
COULD YOU BE LOVED AND BE LOVED?
THE ROAD OF LIFE IS ROCKY
AND YOU MAY STUMBLE TOO,
SO WHILE YOU POINT YOUR FINGERS SOMEONE ELSE IS JUDGING YO
LOVE YOUR BROTHERMAN!
COULD YOU BE LOVED?
DONT LET THEM CHANGE YA, OH!
OR EVEN REARRANGE YA! OH, NO!
WEVE GOT A LIFE TO LIVE.
THEY SAY: ONLY - ONLY, ONLY THE FITTEST OF THE FITTEST
SHALL SURVIVE, STAY ALIVE! EH!
COULD YOU BE LOVED AND BE LOVED?
YOU AINT GONNA MISS YOUR WATER
UNTIL YOUR WELL RUNS DRY;
NO MATTER HOW YOU TREAT HIM,
THE MAN WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED.
SAY SOMETHING!
