SONG STORIES & CHILL

Telling stories, re writting history

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VAN HALLEN LOOKING SEXY BORING

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CYNDI WASN’T BORING

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FREDDIE MERCURY DOESN’T BITE THE DUST 80s

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(vía https://open.spotify.com/user/1142756474/playlist/12cylgogmuxqQYQhOn2foB?si=eEX4GPvtS1iQSROLoFVscg)

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THE BORING PEOPLE - 80s

Boring places are just boring because people don’t know how to have fun, but in this town, everybody wants to run the world, every rose has its thorn and for sure that those roses are the girls that just want to have fun with every breath they take.

 Not being boring consists in living, getting out of your comfort zone and bringing to life all your sweet drams, having your grandma livin’ on a prayer hoping you start behaving like a grown-up adult with a routine, because let’s be honest… who wants to stop living for getting a work place at a depressing office?

 There was a group of girls at this town’s college that lived every day -  and night - as if it was the end of the world, they acted like a virgin in front of their mothers just to avoid being under pressure in case they parents would believe they have a cure to their rebellion.

 Jane, Diane and Mariah loved dancing in the dark time after time and every night they would eclipse every boy’s heart making them believe they feel just like heaven every time they enter the disco, just because the three girls were there.

 They were a total femme fatale, they would take on everything they desired, they jumped into a popular person lifestyle, and lived their golden era, but it lasted only a few years... just like youth.

 Being desired was their goal, and they reached it, but years passed, and their young years did too, and they were physically different, mentally tired and youngest girls had token their diva places and the only thing left they had was their personality – which wasn’t remarkable.

 One night, Mariah called Jane with faith, hoping her friend would stop doing boring old people stuff and go for a drink to be in the air again this night, and she didn’t fail.

 The two girls, all dressed up, arrived at the bar and for their surprise they found Diana dancing drunk at the bar like a stripper, all desperate for attention. Both girls look at each other and left the bar ashamed of realizing what they dream ended, how their not-boring life was just an excuse to be – ridiculously – known in town.

 So not being boring is an option, is a lifestyle or it is just a way of avoiding some, but in this town they weren’t boring, they were lame and their dreams bit the dust.

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OZZY OSBOURNE AT THE PEACEFUL FARM

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DAVID BOWIE AND MICK JAGGER, PEACEFULLY 

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YOUNG ANGUS FROM AC/DC LOOKING FOR PEACE 

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(vía https://open.spotify.com/user/1142756474/playlist/4BqnXrFkez0D4HfvgxPDJd?si=73I_vvWCRKum_BEhJoP8YA)

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THE STRANGER - 70s

I was lost that day… It all started when I was looking for someone to show me the way to reach my destination. Since they kicked me out 2 years ago I was like paranoid looking for a place to stay, feeling that I would only survive away from here, since I didn’t know where I was. All I could see was a highway to what it seemed to be hell, a desert surrounding and a sun that was killing me, it burned. Staying alive seemed a miracle to me. After walking for a while I found a small farm and I decided to snuggle in there just to rest for a while and contacting my people.

 Since little my creator told me that I was born to be alive, but it seemed to me that I was just a freak… why no one accepted me? What was wrong with spreading love in the air? I wasn’t born to run, and that’s what I was doing for the past years.

 In that farm, surprisingly, I was accepted and the owners seemed happy to enjoy my presence, the couple  were always telling that they were made for loving each other, and they seemed to climb a stairway to heaven every time they went upstairs to their bedroom, they made love every morning after feeding the pigs and having a cup of tea with brown sugar, maybe that was the secret of their power.

 One day I decided to go visit the neighbor village since my creator told me that they needed me there, and I spent there a whole month trying to save a queen that god couldn’t, since she was attacked by a war. But after trying all I could, village people still hated each other, and I had to leave, with a bad feeling…

When I arrived at the farm everything changed… the couple were mad at each other, the woman was crying, she was no longer that happy dancing queen, she was depressed and her husband was drunk the whole day.

 But what happened?

 My creator told me that my presence is so important, I should be everywhere, but lately no one wants peace, everyone seems to don’t want me. It happened before, leaving a happy and peaceful place and destroy it, imagine how frustrating is to don’t be wanted, but secretly being extremely helpful to reach a kind society.

 The couple separated as quickly as a gong bangs, and they secretly missed each other, but hate overcomes love when it comes to self-pride.

 Being the peace sucks.

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THE RONETTES AT JACK’S FUNERAL

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CAROLINE AND JACK GOING FOR A WALK

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NANCY SINATRA 60′s

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(vía https://open.spotify.com/user/1142756474/playlist/5slHowM34GYIGYfZhoDwQE?si=ZNd4P_hMTESpyop93V9GGg)

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MOONLIGHT GAMES - 60s

Summer brings us good times and memories to keep, but also a fucking bright sun that annoys us till it goes down and lets the moon do its triumphal entrance. That moon… the one who sees a wild thing called youth, dancing to an unchained melody, shouting that a change is going to come because they would run away from their parents’ home, looking for adventures, money, love and some drugs.

So, the most known ever story starts: boy meets girl, good vibrations and California Dreamin’ moves their hearts. That first teenage love that some weird scientists call it as the true one.

Her name was Caroline, but he called her sweet Caroline because he couldn’t help falling in love with that amazing girl. He was Jack, the coolest boy in town, the quarterback, the heartbreaker, the boyfriend that any mother wants for her daughter (or for themselves).

They meet at a discotheque after twisting and shouting to the rhythm of the loud music, and after sharing the night talking, drinking, taking photos and kissing, and just like every innocent drunk girl, Caroline thought they could be happy together after that wild night. Maybe because of the big amount of alcohol running in their veins or maybe because of the magic of the moonlight, god only knows.

The following days they were great and everything they did was amazing, she told him “be my baby” just right after she heard him talking to his friends referring to her as “my girl”, and that drives crazy every teenager who still lives up to some love and cupid stuff. But let’s be clear and realistic…we all know how boys are, and teenage boys are the worst kind of boys, so the following chapter of Caroline’s life can be titled “The twist”, because all the sweet moments turned out being a fucking destiny’s joke, because he saw Jack fooling around with some blonde, and then he kissed her. So the not-so-sweet Caroline had the guts to go over there shouting what the neighbors said to the police that they listen: Wow, jack… just hit the road, lad.

Jack’s body was found on the sidewalk with a little knife stuck in his heart, no more beating, no more fooling around, because oh sugar, we can’t help ourselves when loves drives us crazy.

Caroline left the city, changed her name to Nancy and started working in a laundry shop in Alabama, she painted her hair black, but the truth is that she couldn’t ever get satisfaction of any man in her life, since she met Jude, a Jewish dentist that stand by her till he died.