"Happy Endings" - Pulp

Oh yeah, imagine it's a film and you're the star
And pretty soon we'll come to the part where you realize that you should give your heart
Oh, give your heart to me.
And now the orchestra begins to make a sound
That goes round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round again
And we kiss to violins.
Oh, some sad people might believe in that I guess
but we know better, don't we?
We know all about the mess.
The aftermath of our affair is lying all around and I can't clear it away.
No. And do you think that it's so easy to find?
Somebody who is just your kind?
Well, it might take you a little time but I'm going to have to try.
Oh yeah, I'm gonna try.
And I know no-one can ever know which way to head
But don't you remember that you once said that you liked happy endings, happy endings...?
And no-one can ever know if it's going to work
But if you try, you try... then you might get your happy ending.
And I know no-one can ever know which way to head
But don't you remember that you once said that you liked happy endings, happy endings...?
And no-one can ever know if it's going to work
But if you try, you try... then you might get your happy ending.
The ending, oh, I think that you deserve
And I know no-one can ever know which way to head
But don't you remember that you once said that you liked happy endings, happy endings...?

"Lipgloss" - Pulp

"...there's something wrong.
You had it once but now it's gone.
And you feel such a fool for laughing at bad jokes
And putting up with all of his friends and kissing in public.
What are they gonna say when they run into you again?
That your stomach looks bigger and your hair is a mess
And your eyes are just holes in your face.
And it rains every day and when it doesn't,
The sun makes you feel worse anyway..."

nudo en la garganta
bulla
silencio interno
incertidumbre
confusión
tinta negra
(no) voluntad propia
obligación
embrollo
dolor de cabeza psicosomático

Johan (el silencioso)
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CONTRA

"... until it was hard for Hal Hefner to remember what he was really like back then, when he still carried in his head the sound of a madeup perfect voice, the voice that could speak his heart, the voice he used to wish he had, until the day he stopped wishing he sounded like anyone else and just started talking as he was"

Rocket Science

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Casi siempre (dan ganas de no escribir 'casi', pero no quiero generalizar) es CUESTIÓN DE ENFOQUE