Lunes de verano

El primero de los que podemos considerar oficialmente veraniego, el primero de los muchos que quedan por soportar cubierto de sudor y mala leche. Y todo porque no aguanto el calor en absoluto, no me gusta NADA esas temperaturas que lanzan a las masas a nuestras costas a torrarse los melanomas y cocerse al sol en todos los sentidos posibles de la palabra. Dadme fresquito, dadme frío y dadme ropa de abrigo que yo seré feliz. Cuanto más bajen las temperaturas más ropa podré emplear, pero a ver cómo demonios puedo llevar menos ropa de la que ya llevo. En fin, en la semanita en que se estrena Superman Vuelve y España se enfrenta a Francia a vida o muerte en un partido que –como muy bien ha sugerido Nacho- a ningún miembro de Kill Me podrá dejar indiferente, no veo mejor forma de empezar que con esta cancioncilla.

Summer in the city
Lovin’ Spoonful

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

Cool town, evening in the city
Dressing so fine and looking so pretty
Cool cat, looking for a kitty
Gonna look in every corner of the city
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop
Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights

In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city