Siguiendo el tema musical, pero levantando los animos despues del ultimo post, aca comparto con ustedes una cancion de amor enfermamente ñami. El grupo? The Blow. El nombre de la cancion? Parentheses.

De mas que se preguntan “Quien carajo son The Blow?” Bueno, The Blow es uno de esos grupos freakys que uno escucha una cancion y le queda dando vueltas en la cabeza pero cuando piensas en bajarla te das cuenta que no te acuerdas el nombre, como era la cancion ni donde la viste. Para mi suerte, y ojala la de ustedes, yo si me acorde, baje el disco, y es increible. Segun lo poco que eh podido leer (no hay mucha info dando vueltas por ahi acerca de esta banda) son una onda indie electropop (wtf?).

Decidi subir esta cancion por que, aparte de que fue una de las pocas de las que pude encontrar las letras en internet, me gusto muchisimo la cancion y su letra, y el coro es increible.

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Some philosophies fuel a belief in the self,
constructed to keep one’s goods on one’s own shelf.
Built well you’re a strong letter I,
with the feet on the ground and the head to the sky.
Now and then you can bend,
it’s okay to lean over my way.
You fear that you can’t do it all,
and you’re right.
Even diligent day takes relief every day
from its work making light from the night.

And when you’re holding me
we make a pair of parentheses.
There’s plenty space to encase
whatever weird way my mind goes,
I know I ll be safe in these arms.

And when you’re holding me
we make a pair of parentheses.
There’s plenty space to encase
whatever weird way my mind goes,
I know I ll be safe in these arms.

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry
you know I ll put my arm around you
and I ll walk you outside,
through the sliding doors,
why would I mind?

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry
you know I ll put my arm around you
and I ll walk you outside,
through the sliding doors,
why would I mind?

You’re not a baby if you feel the world.
All of the babies can feel the world. That’s why they cry.

And when you’re holding me
we make a pair of parentheses.
There’s plenty space to encase
whatever weird way my mind goes,
I know I ll be safe in these arms.

And when you’re holding me
we make a pair of parentheses.
There’s plenty space to encase
whatever weird way my mind goes,
I know I ll be safe in these arms.

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry
you know I ll put my arm around you
and I ll walk you outside,
through the sliding doors,
why would I mind?

All of the babies can feel the world. That’s why they cry.

And when you’re holding me
we make a pair of parentheses.
There’s plenty space to encase
whatever weird way my mind goes,
I know I ll be safe in these arms.

And when you’re holding me
we make a pair of parentheses.
There’s plenty space to encase
whatever weird way my mind goes,
I know I ll be safe in these arms.