domingo, 5 de agosto de 2007

Frankly, Mr.Shankly"

"Frankly, Mr. Shankly"

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave, you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly

Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I'd rather be Famous
Than righteous or holy, any day
Any day, any day

But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to Love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly

Oh, give us your money !



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traducciòn al español

“Francamente, Sr. Shankly”


Francamente, Sr. Shankly, esta posición que e creado
Paga mi camino, y corroe mi alma
Me quiero ir, tu no me extrañaras
Quiero ir abajo en la historia de la música

Francamente, Sr. Shankly, yo soy un repugnante resto
Tengo al siglo 21 respirando en mi cuello
Debo moverme rápido, tu me entiendes
Quiero ir abajo en la historia del celuloide, Sr. Shankly

Fama, fama, fama fatal
Puede jugar odiosos trucos en la mente
Pero igual yo soy bastante mas famoso
Que honrado o santo, cualquier día
Cualquier día, cualquier día

Pero a veces me siento mas satisfecho
Haciendo tarjetas de navidad con enfermos mentales
Me quiero ir y quiero amar
Quiero atrapar algo de lo que me sienta avergonzado

Francamente, Sr. Shankly, esta posición que e creado
Paga mi camino, y corroe mi alma
Oh, no me di cuenta de que tu escribías poesía
No me di cuenta de que escribías tan asquerosamente horrible poesía, Sr. Shankly

Francamente, Sr. Shankly, ya que pregunto
Usted es un flatulento dolor en el culo
Yo no quise ser tan rudo
Pero, debo hablar francamente, Sr. Shankly

Oh, dénos su dinero!

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