mean to me

le cantaba buk, conciente, a cupcake:


you’re mean to me
why must you be mean to me?
gee honey it seems to me
you love to see me cryin’

i don’t know why I stay home
each night when you say you’ll phone
you don’t and I’m left alone
singing the blues and sighing

you treat me coldly
each day of the year
you always scold me
whenever somebody is near, dear

it must be
great fun to be mean to me
you shouldn’t for can’t you see
what you mean to me?

sweetheart I love you
think the world of you
but I’m afraid you don’t care for me

you never show it
don’t let me know it
everyone says I’m a fool to be

pining the whole day through
why do you act like you do?

you’re mean to me
why must you be mean to me?
gee honey it seems to me
you love to see me cryin’

please tell me why
i stay home
each night when you say you’ll phone
you don’t and I’m left alone
just singing the blues and sighing

you treat me coldly
each day of the year
you always scold me
whenever somebody is near, dear

it must be
great fun to be mean to me
you shouldn’t for can’t you see
what you mean to me?





y siempre es duro ver a un hombre así de enamorado y tan seguro de que no se lo ama de la misma manera.

el documental (que rogelio me hizo llegar por correo de verdad y en un sobre manila) es hermoso: born into this. va más allá de lo que había llegado barbet con las famosas cintas de bukowski y el propio libro la senda del perdedor.

hacía tiempo que no me ocupada del viejo indecente. cada vez es mejor. no se parece en nada al cerdo que pretendía. no pudo callar al pájaro azul. no pudo.





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