Peluchín, chín, chín...

Una de mis bandas favoritas de todos los tiempos es Stone Temple Pilots, surgida en San Diego a principios de los 90´s, estos cabrones sacaron a la luz una de las canciones que mejor han descrito mi vida o al menos una parte de ella con su canción "Plush".

El video es sumamente oscuro y extremadamente sórdido y la letra (aunque simple) habla de la desesperanza, adicción a las drogas mezcladas con la locura, una de las mejores composiciones melancólicas de la época grunge para mi generación: La generación X.

Es una verdadera lástima que la adicción a las drogas de Scott Weiland mandara a la banda al carajo y aunque regresó al medio junto a Slash en Velvet Revolver ya no es lo mismo... la trsiteza sandieguina se perdió.

And I feel that time's a wasted go

So where ya going to tommorrow?

And I see that these are lies to come

Would you even care?

And I feel it

And I feel it

Where ya going for tommorrow?

Where ya going with that mask I found?

And I feel, and I feel

When the dogs begin to smell her

Will she smell alone?

And I feel, so much depends on the weather

So is it raining in your bedroom?

And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray

Would you even care?

And I feel itAnd she feels it

Where ya going to tommorrow?

Where ya going with that mask I found?

And I feel, and I feel

When the dogs begin to smell her

Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her

Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow

To find it, to find it, to find it

When the dogs do find her

Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow

To find it, to find it, to find it

Where ya going for tommorrow?

Where ya going with that mask I found?

And I feel, and I feel

When the dogs begin to smell her

Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her

Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow

To find it, to find it, to find it

When the dogs do find her

Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow

To find it, to find it, to find it

To find it

To find it

To find it

¡Ay mi amorrrr! ¡Arráncale la costra y échale limóooon!