Best lyrics... ever?
One of my all-time favourtites is "El Imperio Contraataca" (the Empire strikes back), a popular Spanish POP song of the 80´s by Los Nikis which tells the story of Spain being an Empire again. It starts with "Hace mucho tiempo que se acabó, pero es que hay cosas, que nunca se olvidan, por mucho tiempo que pase, 1582, el sol no se ponía en nuestro Imperio, me gusta mucho esa fraseee..." basically telling how biiiiig Spain´s Empire was a few centuries ago (which actually is true) and finishes with "Sereeeeeeemos de nuevo un Impeeeeerio..." or "We will be an Empire again" (which might become true once we win the World Cup in Germany this summer, just watch out!! Bets accepted here...). The song has wicked lyrics and puts you on the next level when you are in a party mood.
Special mention here for my buddy "Nachete". He must be the biggest, or at least TOP 3 fan of the lyrics worldwide and actually the only one who sung it with me wherever we were having some fun, no matter if we were in Düsseldorf, Bratislava, Amsterdam or even Moscow (in front of some Russian cops)... We´ll repeat in Leipzig and Berlin this June. Can´t wait! :))))
Well, let´s not get carried away and move on to the actual topic of the post. The following lyrics belongs to the song "Everybody´s Free (to wear sunscreen)" by Baz Luhrman, probably more famous for directing Moulin Rouge... Lots of truth and good advice whatsoever. Just read it and if you have a change to listen to the song, even better...
There goes my number 1:
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99: wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now:
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind! You will not understand the power and beauty ofyour youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recallin a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles inyour life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. onsome idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with theirlives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40,maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't beafraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your livingroom.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make youfeel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makesyou hard. Live in Northern California once, but leavebefore it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. Andwhen you do, you'll fantasise that when you were young,prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you havea trust fund. Maybe you have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Special mention here for my buddy "Nachete". He must be the biggest, or at least TOP 3 fan of the lyrics worldwide and actually the only one who sung it with me wherever we were having some fun, no matter if we were in Düsseldorf, Bratislava, Amsterdam or even Moscow (in front of some Russian cops)... We´ll repeat in Leipzig and Berlin this June. Can´t wait! :))))
Well, let´s not get carried away and move on to the actual topic of the post. The following lyrics belongs to the song "Everybody´s Free (to wear sunscreen)" by Baz Luhrman, probably more famous for directing Moulin Rouge... Lots of truth and good advice whatsoever. Just read it and if you have a change to listen to the song, even better...
There goes my number 1:
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99: wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now:
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind! You will not understand the power and beauty ofyour youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recallin a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles inyour life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. onsome idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with theirlives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40,maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't beafraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your livingroom.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make youfeel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makesyou hard. Live in Northern California once, but leavebefore it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. Andwhen you do, you'll fantasise that when you were young,prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you havea trust fund. Maybe you have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
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