"Love's just an excuse to get hurt... and to hurt"

Se acerca ese día del año en que todos se sienten dispuestos a dar amor, los corazones nos invaden y las canciones románticas se ponen de moda... Puaj. Por esto, he recopilado una lista de canciones, imágenes y otras curiosidades para todos aquellos que están descorazonados o piensan que este día es sólo una excusa más para consumir.

Artículo de El Universal: El amor produce más depresión que felicidad

30 seconds to mars - The Kill
Frase anti-Cupido: "Come break me down / Bury me, bury me / I am finished with you, you, you. / Look in my eyes / You're killing me, killing me / All I wanted was you."

311 - You Wouldn't Believe
"First you love him then your loving him not / all the while he just smiles, giving all that he's got / do you find it in your heart to say he's not what you sought"

A Perfect Circle - Passive
"Go ahead and play dead / I know that you can hear this / Go ahead and play dead / Why can't you turn and face me? / You fucking disappoint me!"

The Academy Is... - Slow Down
"'Cause I regret every thing that I said / To ever make her feel like she was something special, / Or that she ever really mattered. / Or did she ever really matter? [...] I'm not saying that I'm not breaking some hearts tonight, girl."
- Checkmarks
"So suck your so called pity down. / Hey, that's not so bad, is it? / So take your cold, cold heart and drown / and don't forget to take deep breaths."

Alanis Morissette - You oughta know "And I'm here to remind you / Of the mess you left when you went away / It's not fair to deny me / Of the cross I bear that you gave to me / You, you, you oughta know"

*Alkaline Trio - Radio
"I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling / In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying / I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, / plugged in and ready to fall"

Billy Talent - The Ex
"Well, I heard she's great and her new boyfriend's lame, / She can go to hell I'll never be the same!"

*Bright Eyes - Lover I don't have to love
"But life's no story book / Love's an excuse to get hurt / And to hurt / "Do you like to hurt?" / "I do! I do!" / "Then hurt me.""

Buckcherry - Crazy bitch
"Hey! / You're a crazy bitch but you fuck so good I'm on top of it / When I dream I'm doing you all night / scratches all down my back to keep me right on"

Christina Aguilera - Fighter
"Never saw it coming, all of your backstgabbing / Just so you could cash in on a good thing before I'd realize your game / I heard you're going round play, the victim now / But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame / Cause you dug your own grave"
- Can't hold us down
"You're just a little boy, / Think you're so cute, so coy / You must talk so big, to make up for smaller things"

* The Corrs - I never really loved you anyway
"You bored me with your stories / I can't belive that I endured you for as long as I did / I'm happy, it's over, I'm only sorry / That I didn't make the move before you"

Dashboard Confessional -Rapid hope loss
"Cause now that I can see you, / I don't think you're worth a second glance"
- Best deceptions
"Don't you see, don't you see, that the charade is over? / And all the "Best Deceptions" and "Clever Cover Story" awards go to you. / So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I let you... / You're calling too late too late to be gracious"

Funeral For A Friend - She drove me to daytime TV
"I like the way you cry / Break my heart and break my hands and let me down / I want to snap your neck in two / And leave you for dead, so dead"
- Red is the new black
"There isn't anything wrong with giving up / And for what it's worth / I still hate you"

Garbage - Special
"Do you have an opinion? A mind of your own? / I thought you were special / I thought you should know... / Now you're here and begging for a chance / But there's no way in hell I'd take you back"

George Michael - Faith
"Before this river / Becomes an ocean / Before you throw my heart back on the floor / Oh baby I'll reconsider my foolish notion / Well I need someone to hold me / But I'll wait for something more"

Good Charlotte - Predictable
"So take your empty words / your broken promises / and all the time you stole cause I am done with this"

Green Day - Chump
"I don't know you / But,I think I hate you / You're the reason for my misery"
- F.O.D.
"You're just... a fuck, / I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck / I'm take--in pride / in telling you to fuck off and die"
- Platypus (I hate you)
"Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole,dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die... hey!"
- Jackass
"To know you is to hate you / So loving you must be like suicide"

The Hush Sound - City traffic puzzle
"I don't want to love you if love leaves me this cold / I don't want to love you if love is this alone"
The Juliana Theory - Shotgun serenade
"You're not my favorite mistake / You're just a simple regret / I though I knew who you were, / but watch how fast and watch how well I forget"

Justin Timberlake - Cry me a river
"Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn / To cry, cry me a river"
Para los que no son fans de Justin, Lostprophets hizo un muy buen cover de esta canción.

Kelly Clarkson - Since u been gone
"Since u been gone / I can breathe for the first time / I'm so moving on"

Linkin Park - Place for my head
"Sick of the tension / sick of the hunger / sick of you acting like I owe you this / Find another place / to feed your greed / While I find a place to rest"

Matt Skiba - Good fucking bye
"So you broke down / Trying to leave town / I broke down crying on your return / You left me feeling hopeful / I'll never see your face again"

Millencolin - Montego
"Another spit in your face / Every time you need me / I am busy with my own / Whent it all comes down to it, we all stand alone"

Muse - Muscle museum
"Can you see that I am needing / Begging for so much more / Than you could ever give / And I don’t want you to adore me / Don’t want you to ignore me / When it pleases you / And I'll do it on my own"
- Falling down
"Too late / I already found what I was looking for / You know it wasn’t you / No, it wasn’t you"
- Uno
"This means nothing to me / Cause you are nothing to me / And it means nothing to me / That you blew this away"
- Hate this & I'll love you
"'Cause I was born to destroy you / And I am growing by the hour / And I'm getting strong in every way"
- Hyper music
"You know that I don't love you and I never did / I don't want you and I never will"
- Blackout
"Don't kid yourself / and don't fool yourself / this love's too good to last / and I'm too old to dream"

My Chemical Romance - Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us
"And you can cry all you want to / I don't care how much / You'll invest yourself in me / we're not working out... / And you can't keep my brother / and you won't fuck my friends / and we're not working out"
- Cubicles
"Sometimes I think I'll die alone, live and breathe and die alone / Sometimes I think I'll die alone, sometimes I think I'll die alone / Sometimes I think I'll die alone, I'd think I'd love to die alone"

New Found Glory - My friends over you
"And I didn’t mean to lead you on... / Though you swear that you are true / I still pick my friends over you"

Papa Roach - Scars
"I can't help you fix yourself / But at least I can say I tried / I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life"

Pencey Prep - PS. Don't write
"While you were fucking off / I learned to love myself again / Even better now / I learned to hate you / C'est la vie, baby / We're through"

Plain White T's - Hate (I really don't like you)
"Hate is a strong word / But i really, really, really don't like you / Now that it's over / I don't even know what I liked about you"

Savage Garden - Gunning down romance
"I'm gunning down romance / It never did a thing for me / But heartache and misery / Ain't nothing but a tragedy"

Senses Fail - One eight seven
"You ripped my heart out / you tore my eyes out / now you're gonna pay / I'll stab you one time / I'll eat your heart out / so you feel my pain"
- Tie her down
"You're worth more dead / Tell me your fantasies / I'll make you believe / That I really care"
- Lady in a blue dress
"Your points are trite and I'm too sober / To deal with you running over / Your same pathetic cliche lines / You say that you want respect / Well then you better get some for yourself"
- You're cute when you scream
"I'll take you to the top / Of this building and just push you off / Run down the stairs so I can see your face / As you hit the street"
- Choke on this
"Half smoked cigarettes and you're the trash that infests my sheets / can't make a wife out of a whore, don't want your skin on me... / I gave you these roses now but I left in the thorns / I'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself"
- Bonecrusher
"And I've got romantic ideas / But they're not meant for you / And my bed's filled with / Black roses to show that our love is through"
- Calling all cars
"I kept my word when I swore that I would let you down / And now that I'm gone / Try to forget me and just move on... / I don't have love left inside, inside"

Soft Cell - Tainted love
"Once I ran to you (I ran) / Now I'll run from you... / Don't touch me please / I cannot stand the way you tease"
Buenos covers de esta canción: The Living End, Marilyn Manson, etc etc

Taking Back Sunday - There's no "I" in team
"You never knew / well I never told you / Everything I know about breaking hearts I learned from you / it's true / I've never done it with the style and grace you have / but I've made long term plans / based on these mistakes"

Three Days Grace - Just like you
"I could be fake / I could be stupid / You know I could be just like you / You thought you were standing beside me / You were only in my way / You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you"

"Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. MUSIC IS BEST."

- Frank Zappa

Más opciones culinarias...

A manera de continuación de mi entrada anterior, pensé adecuado el hablar de 1984 puesto que también "estamos leyendo" esa obra para una materia. Entre comillas porque no creo que en este momento todo el salón esté leyendo el libro, sino porque también dudo que todos vayan a leerlo completamente, lo cual es una enorme decepción (sin embargo, mis pensamientos al respecto serán desarrollados en otra entrada).

Para quienes sí piensen leer o ya estén haciéndolo, el texto que presentaré a continuación es un pastiche, es decir, una pieza que podría estar dentro de una obra pero no lo está (bastante obvia mi explicación). Por ejemplo, escribir un capítulo extra para una novela o un final alterno. Este pastiche es un capítulo extra para el libro de Goldstein, intenté seguir el estilo y decidí "explicar" la frase "Big Brother is watching you" porque en los tres primeros capítulos, Goldstein racionaliza los slogans del partido: War is peace, Freedom is slavery, Ignorance is strength.

Para quienes NO han leído: CUIDADO, TIENE SPOILERS Y FORESHADOWING.


THE THEORY AND PRACTICE OF OLIGARCHICAL COLLECTIVISM
By
Emmanuel Goldstein

Chapter 4.
BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU.

Since ancient times, it has been known that the eyes are the windows to each person’s soul. Only preserving from the past what is good to them, the Party took this piece of old wisdom in order to protect themselves.

The true supporter of Ingsoc does not question the Party’s principles, he does not even stop to think about them. He is able to doublethink without even knowing it. This is the best way to identify a traitor, a thoughtcriminal, for he actually doubts the principles taught by the Party since Revolution, principles all goodthinkers follow unconditionally.

However, since the Party has not yet developed a method to read other people’s minds; they have to rely on other ways: spies, recording of images and sounds, the telescreen, etc. are common methods used to catch unorthodox people. Nevertheless, skilled Party followers and opponents are able to identify traitors or people committing thoughtcrime without these devices. The careful focus of these people on the other’s eyes allows them to unmask the enemies of the Party.

Having this kind of conscious over other people; knowing how should one behave to disguise as the rest of the Party supporters, and what look the eyes have during a thoughtcrime; might constitute a thoughtcrime itself. That is why only the Inner Party and the rebels identify clearly this sign.

Therefore, knowing how to disguise one’s true feelings while appearing unexpressive on the outside at the same time, is the key to successful rebellion against the Party. One should trust his own intuition more than anything else, one should forget what the Party has taught us.

These thoughtwatchers are capable of distinguishing messages that, for other people, are unrecognizable. They describe the feeling as though both minds open and the thoughts flow from one into the other through their eyes. Once this process of exchange happens, there is no mistake or misunderstanding between both people. They just know.

These incidents are just flashes, they last seconds or less; they never have a sequel, since the people caught then try to protect themselves by avoiding the other’s sight. And, after it, both people return to their usual inscrutable expression.

But thoughtwatch does not only occur when a thoughtcrime is being committed, but it also depicts guilt, sadness, doom, resignation. The knowledge that any person has these feelings is one of the most powerful weapons the Party has access to. But, the difficulty of it and the lack of practice and development of better methods, gives an advantage to people who are rebelling against the Party; people who are in danger of getting caught or denounced; people who actually have consciousness about Ingsoc.

When a thought police or a faithful follower of the Party is able to use eyes as a weapon,he will denounce every traitor that is foolish enough to reveal his innermost thoughts. When he is caught and taken to the Ministry of Love, Big Brother has won the battle over him. There is no way he will be able to obtain victory; no one is certain of what are the Party’s methods towards the traitors; but it is known that after being caught, all traitors are bound to die.

Even if an unorthodox is only recognized by his peers, they will end up confessing to the Party. Every thoughtcriminal will be caught some day. Big Brother, as explained in past chapters, is not a person, but the Party itself; which is immortal since the death of one (or even more) members can be replaced. Consequently, since traitors will always be persecuted, the Party will always defeat the rebellion. Big Brother will always win over the unorthodox because there will always be someone watching over the people for thoughtcriminals. From this comes the Party’s slogan: Big Brother is watching you!




Finalmente, siento muy adhoc el citar a Tim McIlrath (cantante) de Rise Against:

"A lot of what punk rock and this whole community is, is really hard to explain to someone outside of it, if not impossible."

Para mí, son una especie de Winstons dentro del punk... y con más esperanzas de salir victoriosos.

Qué menú tan pobre...

¡Increíble! ¡En la biblioteca de la escuela no tienen obras de Saramago ni 1984! No es posible que una biblioteca que se otorgue ese título carezca de obras tan importantes de la literatura contemporánea. Y como si esto fuera poco, ni siquiera sus instalaciones son dignas de un centro de conocimiento. Su estructura me parece estar basado en la envidia y el desprecio por el proceso, el ritual de ir a escoger un libro para obtener información o entretenimiento. Es como si en Louvre no exhibieran las obras y sólo tuvieran un inventario en línea, sin imágenes, y pidieras que te enseñaran X obra, escogida con base en su título y otras trivialidades. Esto es un ejemplo de los contras de la tecnología.

Puesto que mi indignación es bastante elevada y mis ganas de leer algo de Saramago son muchas y mi presupuesto poco, me conformaré con recordar todos aquellos manjares literarios de las obras que he leído. Y ya que no terminaría de expresar mi amor por Saramago (incluso sus perturbadora y confusamente escritos libros para niños), sólo dejo una prueba de él; un cuento inspirado por sus libros:


El Bufete

Lenta y solemnemente, todos los asistentes a la audiencia se levantaron, Por sí solas, se abrieron las puertas del salón y mágicamente, o debido al frente de nubes que transitaba por terrenos celestiales en esos días (nunca se sabe en tan altos rumbos), entró el juez vestido en una finísima túnica hecha con hilos de cola de cometa y bordada de lentejuelas de estrella y rodeado de una espesa niebla, la cual creaba un ambiente místico alrededor de él y ataques de tos a aquellos asmáticos que asistían a la audiencia, y que tendrían que soportar la molestia cuantas veces se le antojara al juez entrar o salir.

El juez se acomodó tranquilamente en su silla, más parecida a un trono, como quien sabe que ese día todo saldrá bien; dispuesto a disfrutar de la encantadora paz, al saber que al siguiente día tendrá que lidiar con los casos individuales de todo un circo y sus espectadores, muertos en terrible incendio que ni los dioses paganos pudieron apagar; además de que en los próximos días el Sindicato de Ángeles y Apariciones se pondría en huelga por tercera vez consecutiva desde que un fantasma decidió pasarse por ángel y aparecérsele a su hijo sin ningún tipo de preparación pedagógica para realizar semejante locura, lo cual había llevado al pobre joven a un estado tal de paranoia que ponía en riesgo la credibilidad de los ángeles calificados para estas tareas divinas, situación desagradable para ellos pues la sola idea de una crisis de desempleo divino era, irónicamente, infernal.

Alejando estas premoniciones de su mente, el juez se sentó y esperó a que el resto de los asistentes hiciera lo mismo, ya conocía a la perfección el método a seguir: el secretario leería los cargos que se le imputan al acusado, “La Corte Suprema del Más Allá, Nube cinco millones novecientos, Montículo sesenta, acusa al condenado numero nueve billones ochocientos mil cuatrocientos cinco, con fecha de arribo del día de ayer a las siete horas locales, de violar el artículo sexto, capítulo cincuenta y seis, línea ochenta y nueve, donde se específica que el cuerpo y alma de cualquier creación divina son propiedad exclusiva del Altísimo sin excepciones, por lo que cualquier tipo de actividad que atente contra ellos, exceptuando las especificadas en el capítulo 58 que se refieren a las diferentes maneras de flagelación, califica como pecado; incluyendo y principalmente el terminar con la vida del acusado, es decir, el cometer suicidio.”

Así pues, El juez conocía el resto de la sentencia, el acusado sería condenada a rondar el purgatorio hasta el día del Juicio Final, se originarían murmullos entre los asistentes, los miembros del jurado, integrado en su mayoría por los grandes intelectuales del pasado y en menor medida por ángeles ya jubilados, estrecharían sus manos en señal de satisfacción y se pondrían de pie, después de lo cual Él podría desalojar la sala y regresar a sus planes para el futuro, ayer por fin había terminado de planear la vida de un hombre al que llamaría Mohandas Karamchad Gandhi y se encontraba ansioso por llegar al desenlace de la vida de un tal Albert Einstein, además de que aún no lograba idear una conclusión para lo que en el futuro se conocerá como la Segunda Guerra Mundial.

Absorto en sus pensamientos, el juez escuchó los murmullos de siempre y vio al jurado de pie, así que procedió a retirarse del lugar, disfrutando anticipadamente de sus próximas creaciones... tanto ruido y caos le habían dado la idea para un final triunfal de la guerra... sería sencillo gracias a los avances científicos y tecnológicos que habría en esa época. El juez ya se había incorporado de su asiento para retirarse; sin embargo volvió a sentarse, siempre con el mismo porte de tranquilidad, pues tal como estaba planeado, había olvidado que en esta ocasión, el acusado tenía como defensa a su hijo, Jesucristo, quien por primera vez se había mostrado interesado en un caso de suicidio y decidido a ganar el caso.

Definitivamente, la vida en el más allá, o más acá, dependiendo del lugar de origen de quien lo diga, era más tranquila antes de que su hijo llegara, y no era que no disfrutara su compañía, pero el haberlo hecho socio del negocio y darle el título de la Santísima Trinidad implicaba demasiadas responsabilidades y había hecho más burocrático el funcionamiento de los asuntos divinos, pues el Hijo exigía estar al tanto de todos los asuntos y casos que antes sólo manejaban el Padre y el Espíritu Santo, como lo exigió con este caso. Y como Él sabía, lo exigiría de ahora en adelante tras ganarlo.


Dividí el cuento en varios párrafos para facilitar su lectura, pero la versión original es un solo párrafo (al estilo Saramago).




Terminaré con unos buenos comics de Nothing Nice To Say: