Ando melancólico últimamente. Rememorando mi etapa quinceañera, cuando aún Michael Jackson no era más malo que Satanás y Barrabás (y otras personajes bíblicos del antiguo testamento, siempre armando trifulca -Los Gandules dixit-). Por aquel entonces, yo llevaba en la carpeta fotos de este tipo, que empezaba a ser blanco… Y que me parecía un puto crack.

Hoy sigo pensando que es un fenómeno, al que un desastroso management y, por supuesto, sus idas de olla, han convertido en entretenimiento mediático barato. Al final, cuando pasen los años, se muera de manera trágica (y si no es así, ya se encargará el papafritismo rosa de crearlo) y sus creaciones se repasen se darán cuenta de que era un genio en esto de la composición popera, creando estilo y atesorando en su haber los mejores videoclips habidos y por haber (imprescindibles los DVD recopilatorios con su obra videográfica).

Ya veis que ando cambiante últimamente, vaya usted a saber por qué. Paso de la rumba agropop Winchesteriana al punk belga y ahora al único y verdadero Rey del Pop.

Ah! La inclusión de Billie Jean en este blog tiene otra lectura que conocereis mañana y que el Sr. Wao, en menesteres más importantes que éste, me sirvió en bandeja hace unos días.

Michael Jackson - Thriller

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don’t mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do ‘cause the lie becomes the truth

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

For forty days and for forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand
Her schemes and plans
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)

She told my baby we’d danced till three, then she looked at me
Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one

Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is

Not my lover
Not my lover
Not my lover
Not my lover

Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)
Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)
Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)
Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)

Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is

Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is

Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is
Billie Jean is