Hola....hola...estas ahi...tuuuuuuutuuuuuu

No voy a descubrir las cualidades letrísticas de Jarvo pero sin
duda que la letra y la música de Ansaphone son de lo mejor de Pulp.


Oh I know I don't own you
but I don't even know if I should phone you
Someone's sending me letters
saying you've been going with other fellers.

And babe
I want you.
But I
don't wanna cry.
Or talk for an hour
to a machine
on the end
of a telephone line.
Oh it just kills me
when all you got to do is call
Oh do it any time
cos there's never no-one home
never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone.

I'm not trying to be clever
but at least we're not still living together
All those calls in the evening
if I answered they'd hang up without speaking

And babe
I want you,
But I
don't want to cry
or talk for an hour
to a machine
on the end
of a telephone line
Oh it just kills me
when all you got to do is call
Oh do it any time
cos there's never no-one home
never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone

*Beep*
"Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say
it doesn't matter what you're up to.
I just want you to stay in touch.
That's all."

Are you really not at home?
Or are you there but not alone?
Screening calls
you don't want to receive
meaning calls
calls that come from me

Oh I
need to see you
It's not enough for me just to hear you
You said you'd be here by ten thirty
but you want to stay out and be dirty
Oh it just kills me
when all you got to do is call
Oh do it any time
cos there's never no-one home
never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone.

Paranoia...no, solo parece.


Escuchando: Like a Rolling Stone, del magnánimo Bob.