Sin internet (II)

Para todo problema humano hay siempre una solución
fácil, clara, plausible y equivocada

Hay veces en las que me doy cuenta de que las cosas se están enfangando y yo solo puedo chapotear. Podría parecer frivolo y tonto darle tanta importancia a la conexión a internet (y lo es) pero es que tengo ganas de olvidarme ya de todos los problemas que me está dando.

Algun dia voleré a tener una conexión sin problemas, donde los megabites corran por las lineas de telefono y entren en mi ordenador. Mientras ese dia no llegue a escuchar musiquita buena y para hoy os recomiendo:

Y la letra:

I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind
your door. I tried so hard to obey the law, and see the
meaning of this all. Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived next door. Long ago...

As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of
what I used to be. It's easier if you don't see me
standing on my own two feet. I'm taller when I sit
here still, you ask are all my dreams fulfilled.
They made me a heart of steel, the kind the bullets
cannot see

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

The light is green, my slate is clean, new life to fill
the hole in me. I had no name, last December, Christmas
Eve I can't remember. I was in a constant pain, I saw
your shadow in the rain. I painted all your pictures red,
I wish I had stayed home instead.

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

Are you gonna leave me now, when it is all over
Are you gonna leave me, is my world now over...

Raising from the place I've been, and trying to keep
my home base clean. Now I'm here and won't go back believe.

I fall asleep and dream a dream, I'm floating in the
silent stream. No-one placing blame on me
But nothing's what it seems to be, yeah.

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica.
Empty shell inside of me
I'm a replica. (repeat)

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me.

I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind
your door. I tried so hard to obey the law, see the
meaning of this all. Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived...

Y una recomendación visual mientras escuchais esta canción sería ver los relatos de los soldados que han sufrido ataques en las ultimas guerras y han sobrevivido.