LOS CAMPESINOS- You! Me! Dancing




The beats yeah, they were coming out the speakers

And were winding up straight in your sneakers
And I'm dancing like every song he spins is bis
Or like all my dance heroes would if they existed

And yeah it's sad that you think that we're all just scenesters
And even if we were its not the scene you're thinking of
To taking props from nineties boy band fashions
All crop tops and testosterone passion

If there's one thing that I could never confess
It's that I can't dance a single step

It's you, it's me
And there's dancing
It's you, it's me
And there's dancing

Not sure if you mind if I dance with you
But I don't think right now you care about anything at all
If only there were clothes on the floor
I'd feel for certain I was bedroom dancing

And it's all flailing limbs at the front line
Every single one of us is twisted by design
And dispatches from the back of my mind
Says as long as we're here everything is alright

If there's one thing that I could never confess
It's that I can't dance a single step

It's you, it's me
And there's dancing
It's you, it's me
And there's dancing

If there's one thing that I could never confess
It's that I can't dance a single step

One thing that I could never confess
It's that I can't dance a single step

It's you, it's me
And there's dancing
It's you, it's me
And there's dancing

It's you, it's me
And there's dancing
It's you, it's me
And there's dancing

And I always get confused,
because in supermarkets they turn the lights off when they want you to leave,
but in discos they turn them on.
And it's always sad to go, but it's never that sad,
Because there's only so many places you're guaranteed of getting a hug when you leave.
And then on the way home, it always seems like a good idea to go paddling in the fountain, and that's because it IS a good idea.
And were just like, how Rousseau depicts man in the state of nature:
we're undeveloped, we're ignorant, we're stupid, but we're happy.

PROYECTO SEMESTRAL (JUNIO 2014)


Bitácoras de viaje es el proyecto que estoy manejando este semestre, te lo dedico a ti. Eres tú, soy yo tratándote de mostrar el mundo. Es absurdo, aunque vivas allá (la ciudad que odio), tú sabes más que yo.

Me pregunto tantas cosas, tengo más preguntas que respuestas ¿Soy yo misma quien me las tengo que responder? ¿Como pasar mis dudas a imágenes? ¿Te muestro el mundo o  soy yo quien me lo muestro a mi misma?