Una Pelotudez

Realmente me sorprendió el detalle en la descripción de este tema. O sea, el tipo que lo hizo, no? Miren lo que está entre paréntesis.

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky
Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova
'Cuz we don't believe
That they're gonna get away from the summer
But you and I will never die
The world's still spinning around we don't know why
Why-why-why-why-i-i (acá hizo copy paste)
(guitar solo) (ta bien)
How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova
'Cuz we don't believe
That they're gonna get away from the summer
But you and I will never die
The world's still spinning around we don't know why
Why-why-why-why-i-i (cuánta exactiud con las "i" separadas y todo.)
(a really guitar solo) ("a really" jaja)
(background - sounds like a bunch of "No"'s) (esto sería una opinión personal, no? qué garra, señores!))
(birds chirping) (cómo sabe?)
(more guitar) (acá ya está como hinchado las bolas de la guitarrita)
How many special people change?
(Fades out 7th-9th times to just one "Oooh-oooh") (realmente me saca una sonrisa mental)
(Song gets really quiet, fades to a peaceful guitar solo.) (definitivamente es gay)

Qué será de la vida de este ser humano? Es director de un coro? Nah. Es un fanático enfermo de Oasis? Mmmm... Para mí es ese tipo de gente que cuando estás cantando un tema, te corrige la letra. Los destesto. Es como la gente que te mete el dedo en la boca cuando estás bostezando, o te hace cosquillas cuando te estás desperezando. Odio la gente que estornuda para dentro. Desconfío de la gente que no critica nunca a nadie. Me pone nerviosa la gente que inicia un chat diciendo "hola!!!!" y después tarda mil horas en contestar. Me gusta incomodar con malas palabras a la gente que nunca las dice. No le creo nada a la gente dice "gracias" todo el tiempo por TODO. Odio a la gente que SOLO hace comentarios interesantes. Y me exasperan las personas que, una vez que elegiste, te siguen dando opciones y las repiten usando el "o" entre opción y opción. Yo, también... me detengo en cada pelotudez.