¿Con cada disco que sacaron, los californianos Weezer se superaron? No, en realidad no. ¿Por qué titular la entrada "La superación", pues? A veces la música y todo el arte no tiene que ver con el mirarse el ombligo más o menos justificado del artista que la crea sino, como vimos y leímos en El cartero y Pablo Neruda, con el que la lee, la disfruta y la usa. En ese sentido lo titulo así.
Hay canciones de Weezer mejores y peores que ésta, our political song, como le decían a Paco Pérez Bryan en De 4 a 3 (aquel programa de los sábados de Radio 3 a mitad de los noventa); hay incluso otras con más peso en el mismo disco, pero es la que me gusta y la que me trae a la memoria tantas cosas.
Hoy me la ha recordado el bueno de Ángel Carmona en Hoy empieza todo, de Radio 3 también. Si alguien podia no estar despierto a esa hora, enhorabuena. Ha sido mi habitual desgracia, hoy suerte.
My name is Jonas
I'm carrying the wheel
Thanks for all you've shown us
But this is how we feel
Come sit next to me
Pour yourself some tea
Just like grandma made
When we couldn't find sleep
Things were better then
Once but never again
We've all left the den
Let me tell you 'bout it
The choo-choo train left right on time
A ticket costs only your mind
The driver said, 'Hey man, we go all the way'
Of course we were willing to pay
My name is Wepeel
I gotta box full of your toys
They're fresh out of batteries
But they're still makin' noise (makin' noise)
Tell me what to do
Now the tank is dry
Now this wheel is flat
And you know what else?
Guess what I received
In the mail today
Words of deep concern
From my little brother
The building's not going as he planned
The foreman has injured his hand
The dozer will not clear a path
The driver swears he learned his math
The workers are going home
The workers are going home
The workers are going home
The workers are going home
Yeah!
The workers are going home
The workers are going home
The workers are going home
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
My name is Jonas
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