En plena fase existencialista me he puesto a recordar canciones con las que me habían relacionado. Que parte de mi se ha desarrollado a través de méritos que otros veian en mí, tal vez defectos desde otro punto de vista; y que parte es realmente el yo? “You say the things nobody dares to say and I’m not about to let you fly away…”.
Aunque la única canción con la que me relacionaron y sigue siendo una realidad, es una de mis favoritas de Bryan Adams (si, escucho Bryan Adams ¬¬” es canadiense)…
Maybe I told you right from the start
you can have me but you can’t have my heart
it’s easy enough to say but i couldn’t care less.
I mighta told you you were on my mind
guess I talked a pretty good line
hey I can talk all day but i just can’t confess:
That I’m a liar, I’m a victim of desire, I’m a moth into the fire
I’m over my head - forget what I said.
tell you I’m a liar, I’m just walking on the wire, I couldn’t get much higher
I’m over my head - forget what I said.
Baby, I’m a liar.
When I told you I was hard to pin down
you know I was just messin’ around
guess you know by now that that’s just my way.
And if you want some stories - well I got a few
but hey this is the truth I swear to you
how many more times do you want me to say…
That I’m a liar, I’m a victim of desire, I’m a moth into the fire
I’m over my head - forget what I said.
tell you I’m a liar, I’m just walking on the wire, I couldn’t get much higher
I’m over my head - forget what I said.
Baby, I’m a liar.
If I told you to go away
baby, you can’t believe a thing I say
listen…
