Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl

En Otoño, Mika lanzará su segundo álbum. Ya veremos si consigue superar el inmaculado "Life In Cartoon Motion". Lo tiene difícil.

A modo de aperitivo, este mes lanza un EP de tres canciones acústicas: Lonely Alcoholic, Lady Jane y Blue Eyes. Cuentos oscuros que podrían haber salido de la mente de Tim Burton. La edición física, limitada a 10.000 copias (y que podéis reservar aquí) vendrá acompañada de un libreto de 68 páginas con ilustraciones de los artistas favoritos de Mika, dando vida a las letras de las canciones. Además, el CD contendrá en versión acústica uno de los temas del futuro álbum: Toy Boy.

La historia de un muñeco cuyo dueño lo abandona al hacerse mayor. El muñeco cae en las manos de la madre, que lo utiliza para hacer vudú a su marido. Genial.

TOY BOY

Lyrics by: Mika Penniman

I'm a wind-up toy in an up down world

If you leave me all alone, I'll make a mess for sure

I've a heart of gold in a smaller size

Leave me in the dark, you'll never hear me cry

More than an illustration

Points of articulation

Come to life on a brass spring

Such a wonderful plaything

It's a cruel cross that I have to bear

If you come close I'm gonna pull your hair

More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit

Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you

But your mama thought there was somethin' wrong

Didn't want you sleeping with a boy too long

It's a serious thing in a grown-up world

Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl

You knew that I had adored ya

But you left me in Georgia

Toys are not sentimental

How could I be for rental?

She's the meanest hag that has ever been

Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin

I'm the sorest sight, now I feel like trash

Clothes are made of rags and they don't even match

So she dressed me up as the man she loved

Then threw me in a box when she had had enough

Now the light of day I no longer see

She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be

Accidentally tragic

Victim of her black magic

Had a boy once who loved me

Now he's so afraid of me

On a long lost day when you're grey and old

You'll be there remembering your old toy boy

When your own son's wondering what to be

Tell him the story of a boy like me

Mika TB