Desempolvando mi disco de Americana, cualquiera que me haya visto se hubiera asustado al verme cantar a pleno pulmón esta canción en el coche. Los chicos de The Offspring hicieron una versión [en 1998] de una balada de amor de Morris Albert [de 1975], cambiándole la letra y [como resulta obvio] el tempo.
La versión de Morris Albert:
Feelings, nothing more than feelings,
trying to forget my feelings of love.
Teardrops rolling down on my face,
trying to forget my feelings of love.
Feelings, for all my life I’ll feel it.
I wish I’ve never met you, girl; you’ll never come again.
Feelings, wo-o-o feelings,
wo-o-o, feel you again in my arms.
Feelings, feelings like I’ve never lost you
and feelings like I’ve never have you again in my heart.
Feelings, for all my life I’ll feel it.
I wish I’ve never met you, girl; you’ll never come again.
Feelings, feelings like I’ve never lost you
and feelings like I’ve never have you again in my life.
Feelings, wo-o-o feelings,
wo-o-o, feelings again in my arms.
Feelings…
La versión de The Offspring:
Feelings
Nothing more than feelings
Trying to forget my
Feelings of hate
Imagine
Beating on your face
Trying to forget my
Feelings of hate
Feelings
For all my life, I’ll feel it
I wish I’d never met you
You’ll make me sick again
Feelings
Whoa, feelings
Whoa, feelings
Of hate on my mind
Feelings
Feelings like I never liked you
Feelings like I wanna kill you
Live in my heart
Feelings
Feelings like I wanna deck you
Feelings like I gotta get you
Out of my life
Feelings
Whoa, feelings
Whoa, feelings
Hate’s in my eyes
Feelings
Whoa, feelings
Whoa, feelings
You’re not very nice
Go!
Feelings
Whoa, feelings
Whoa, feelings
Hate’s on my mind
Feelings
Whoa, feelings
Whoa, feelings
Get out of my life
The morning after the night before was the very first time I really felt that I have lost you. That’s why I wrote down my feelings, just to try to take them away and tie them with virtual words. I have failed miserably, they have come back to me.
Ir al cine solo me parece muy triste, casi tanto como ir a cenar a un restaurante y sentarte en una mesa para dos cuando sabes que la otra silla no se va a ocupar. Aunque supongo que la situación más poéticamente triste es caminar solo bajo la lluvia sin paraguas, empapado hasta los huesos y con el frío en el alma.
Los sentimientos no existen, existen pensamientos e interpretaciones derivados de reacciones fisiológicas. Nadie siente nada, simplemente sufre una serie de reacciones biológicas internas que son traducidas a ideas preestablecidas.