Al hilo de lo anterior. Los viajes en coche. Son horribles, por eso a veces recuerdas aquél puto viaje que por casualidades de la vida, resulto maravilloso. Y maldices que tan pocas veces se disfrute al volante. Te gusta conducir. No y mil veces no. Por un Kilómetro de placer hay miles de peligro, aburrimiento, desesperación......Yo lamento recordar un par de ellos. Uno por la noche, solo, distancia media, fresco como una lechza, con muy buena música, visibilidad excelente, buen tiempo, poco tráfico... Y otro de día entero con un amigo por el camino más raro largo y surrealista que ha seguido nadie para ir al Cabo de Gata. Eso si era agosto, puente, y no vimos casi ningún coche.
La canción se llama The art of driving es de Black Box Recorder. Dios bendiga su sentido de la orientación y su interpretación cartografica
Hay bastantes más viajes agradables y geniales peor no conducía yo. Con lo que es más fácil. Pero es que a veces la responsabilidad de que el viaje sea bueno es del copiloto. El que consuce tiene la misión de llevarnos al destino sanos y salvos y si esposible sin pasar miedo. El copiloto puede ayudar con la música, con su agudeza visual pero sobretodo con su buen humor. Pero eso es otra historia.
Black Box Recorder - the art of driving
La la la,
la la la la la
La la la,
la la la la la
You're quite precautious
I know which button should be pressed
Let's go out driving
I'll wait until you pass the test
We can get a hood down
Throw away those learner plates
You got the hang of steering
Now try stepping on the brakes
You've been driving way too fast
You've been pushing way too hard
You've been taking things too far
Who do you think you are?
La la la,
la la la la la
La la la,
la la la la la
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Do you believe in fate?
I believe the good things
Only come to those who wait
We've got to plan the journey
Eliminate all mistakes
Take the safe route
It's called the art of driving
Maybe wait until the summertime
Maybe wait until December
Because a heartfelt seduction
Lasts a life time
You've been driving way too fast
You've been pushing way too hard
You've been taking things too far
Who do you think you are?
It's called the art of driving
The art of driving
It's just the art of driving
La la la,
la la la la la
La la la,
la la la la la
I wish you'd learn to slow down
You might get there at the end
Don't think the accelerating pedal
Is the man's best friend
You don't have to break the speed limit
You don't have to break your neck
Another dead boy-racer
Cut out from the wreak
You've been driving way too fast
You've been pushing way too hard
You've been taking things too far
Who do you think you are?
Maybe wait until the summertime
Maybe wait until December
Because a heartfelt seduction
Lasts a life time
It's called the art of driving
It's called the art of driving
It's called the art of driving
The art of driving
It's called the art of driving
It's called the art of driving
Just the art of driving
It's just the art of driving
The art of driving
The art of driving
It's called the art of driving
It's called the art of driving
The art of driving
The art of driving
The art of driving
It's called the art of driving
It's called the art of driving
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