Hay una canción de "Pulp" que se llama "Common People", es una de mis favoritas, siempre pienso que tiene una letra tan cierta y habla de lo diferente q uno puede ser de otro y como nunca va a comprender la realidad q no tuvo y q el otro si. Habla de una chica rica y educada q quiere conocer la realidad de un chico de clase media-baja y el le explica q ella nunca va a poder entender esa realidad, q siempre va a tener lo otro que la reconforte porque en su mundo no hay nada que te reconforte. Mas alla de la cancion pienso que no sè si es cierto q va a haber siempre algo q a ella la reconforte, pero que que la experiencia de lo vivido es lo único que cuenta. El bagaje de lo acumulado cada día de tu vida, todos los días es lo q te forma. Creo también que hay sentimientos de tristeza, de alegría, de desolación, de apertura, de abandono, que se pueden experimentar con las mismas intensidades y de maneras parecidas no importa el lugar de donde vengamos.Por eso trato de que me importe el lugar de empatia con el otro, aun sin tener el bagaje de sus vivencias.
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aca Aca va la letra de la cancion de Pulp:
"She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine."
and in thirty seconds time she said,
"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you."
Well what else could I do -
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"Oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me."
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do
