Dr. Fu

El verano que estuviste en la playa,
y yo estaba solo en casa
sin saber lo que pasaba,
y no me llamaste ni una sola vez.

x20

He anat ja tres cops a la platja aquest any! Sembla que es batran rècords…

Avui m’ha tocat renovar dni i fer-me passaport, i mentre estava fent-lo, un dels paios que treballava allà ha passat per la taula i li ha donat unes gominoles a la noia que m’atenia. I ja de pas, m’ha donat una a mi.

L’any passat no vaig anar a la platja de la Barceloneta fins l’agost. I fins poc abans no havia trepitjat cap platja, fins a Benicàssim, on era imprescindible per sobreviure.

Aquest 2007 m’he avançat un mes, i ja ahir vaig anar-hi una estona, per la tarda. Primer prenent el sol, llegint el Tristam Shandy (boníssim) i mig escoltant al grupet d’alemanyes que tenia al costat, a veure si entenia algo (només alguna que altra paraula). Després, a l’aigua a refrescar-me. La temperatura era realment ideal. Tornaré.

There’s nothing to do so you just stay in bed, (oh poor thing). Why live in the world when you can live in your head? And you can go out late from Monday till Saturday turns into Sunday and now you’re here at Monday so we can do it all over again. And you go aah ah ah, (etc.) I want a refund. I want a light. I want a reason to make it thru the night. Alright. And so you finally left school, so now what are you going to do? Now you’re so grown up, yeah you’re oh so mature. Going out late from Monday, chuck up in the street on Sunday, you don’t want to live till Monday and have to do it all again. And you go aah ah ah (etc.) I want a refund. I want a light. I want a reason for all this night after night after night after night. Oh I know that it’s stupid but I just can’t seem to spend a night at home ‘cos my friends left town and I’m here all alone. Oh yeah they say the past must die for the future to be born, in that case die little mother. Stomach in. Chest out. On your marks. Get set. Go. Now, now that you’re free, what are you going to be? And who are you going to see? And where, where will you go and how will you know you didn’t get it all wrong? Is this the light of a new day dawning? A future bright that you can walk in? No it’s just another Monday morning. Do it all over again oh baby. La la la la la la (etc.) Do do, do do do do (etc.)

Pulp – Monday morning.