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Musica: Why? - Elephant Eyelash

 El sello anticon fue creado en California por una serie de tarados mentales raperos para publicar sus discos, q evidentemente no queria publicar nadie mas, y ha degenerado en una especie de plataforma de hip hop experimental en la q la mitad de los artistas no tiene nada q ver con el hip hop. Un representante de estos tiempos es Why?, un judio de Ohio q no se sabe muy bien como acabo componiendo extrañas parabolas sobre la estupidez humana y la cotidianidad de la vida en general. El caso es q el chico hace una especie de pop meloso con bases electronicas y samples q pasa por encima de todos los grupos q los poppies-gafapastas adoran como zombis del Rock de Luxe. Como muestra, un boton, y la letra, claro:

Why? - Gemini (the birthday song) 

it starts with you
on a mattress in your parents' old room,
clipping your toenails into the room
like the room will fade
and you will move
onto other rooms
and you will go
to other places.
then the wedding,
then the woman passed out
in the driver's seat
at the order board at white castle.
we woke her up and she went
'round to the pick up window
like she knew exactly where she was.
then i wept
with my face in your night shirt,
trying hard as hell to say
"until death seperates us,"
loosening the skin on your breast bone.
i painted your nails
and you sleep
while i write all this down.

there was a moth caught in the soapdish
laminated in lye
will you still remember me well
if i don't get to two-o-o-five
my dead line gemini.

when we're on different sides of the globe
i thought we'd keep our veins tangled
like a pair of mic cables,
and if there ain't enough slack to reach
that we'd solder them together
and across oceans they'd stretch.
our faces reflected in seperate windshields
and all our body hair pricked up
an elephant eyelash.
should we be tempted by thief or by saint
it seems i leave you and you stay
to crowd the cage and curse.
but don't regret the done dirt,
there is no life plan set,
you just swallow the cold
and follow your breath until death
now even if the will to sleep persists
i can't, 'cause a harsh cloth grazes my blisters.

there was a moth caught in the soapdish
laminated in lye
will you still remember me well
if i don't get to two-o-o-five
my dead line gemini.

today i fell asleep in a bath of hair.
hair that once sprouted from my own
white wet chalk follicles.
i swallow a coal
and follow my breath
and i did it with the grapefruit soap
thinking of you.
bathed, shaved, and oiled,
your legs are two skinny dolphins swimming
between the mattress and the layers of bedding
turning in your drug dry sleep.
when i ask you to kiss my pulse
you offer to start the shower.
i want a verb and you give me a noun.
what do you dream up while i tongue you down.

there was a moth caught in the soapdish
laminated in lye
will you still remember me well
if i don't get to two-o-o-five
my dead line gemini.

you know my build
you know my size
the degree to which my eyes
are astigmatic.

Pelicula: No he podido resistirlo mas, Bobobo incluso provoca q los gafapastas publiquen sandeces sobre su espiritu punk en uno de los blogs mas repugnantes q he visto en mi vida, una pena perder el enlace de ese par de ingeniosas y gafapastas joyas, no tiene ningun sentido, y a la vez es una patada en los morros a todo el manga y anime establecido (hay mas series de coña, no se si mejores o peores, pero esta es la unica q he visto). Bajense, por ejemplo, el capitulo 32 del emule, la lucha sobre el gran water, espectacular.

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