El pasado lunes nos dejaba el cantante David Bowie. Reconozco que no seguía su carrera pero siempre me gustó lo camaleónico que fue y algunas de sus canciones me encantaban. De todas, elijo esta de Rebel Rebel, que conocí en el programa radiofónico de La Ventana hace poco tiempo. Espero que os guste. D.E.P.
You've got your mother in a whirl She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey babe, your hair's alright Hey babe, let's go out tonight You like me, and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on [CHORUS] Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so! Don't ya? [CHORUS] You've torn your dress, your face is a mess You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test You've got your transmission and your live wire You got your cue line and a handful of ludes You wanna be there when they count up the dudes And I love your dress You're a juvenile success Because your face is a mess So how could they know? I said, how could they know? So what you wanna know Calamity's child, Where'd you wanna go? What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too 'Cause you've torn your dress And your face is a mess Ooo, your face is a mess Ooo, ooo, so how could they know? Eh, eh, how could they know?
No solía escuchar yo a Bowie...
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