Pues sí, me gusta el disco de Scarlett Johansson.

¿Algún problema?

Debe ser porque David Bowie participa en dos temas, el Falling down que os dejo aquí abajo y Fannin street.

O a lo mejor porque el productor es David Sitek, de TV on the radio (TV-tipos-raros-con-gafas-de-pasta-que-dieron-uno-de-mis-
conciertos-favoritos-On-The-Radio)

Incluso, más probablemente, puede ser porque todas las canciones salvo una son versiones de temas de Tom Waits. Pero es que la excepción, escrita por la propia Johansson y Sitek, también me gusta.

No me malinterpreteis, no es un gran disco. Pero es mejor de lo que cabía esperar.



I have come 500 miles just to see a halo
Come from St. Petersburg, Scarlett and me
Well I open my eyes, I was blind as can be
When you give a man luck, he must fall in the sea
And she wants you to steal and get caught
For she loves you for all that you are not
When you're falling down, falling down
When you're falling down, falling down, falling down

You forget all the roses, don't come around on Sunday
She's not gonna choose you for standing so tall
Go on and take a swig of that poison and like it
And don't ask for silverware, don't ask for nothing
Go on and put your ear to the ground
You know you will be hearing that sound......falling down.
You're falling down, falling down
Falling down, Falling down, falling down

When you're falling down, falling down, falling down


Go on down and see that wrecking ball come swinging on along
Everyone knew that hotel was a goner
They broke all the windows, they took all the door knobs
And they hauled it away in a couple of days
Now someone yell timber and take off your hat
It's a lot smaller down here on the ground
You're falling down, falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down

Someone's falling down, falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down