Como no soy una gran seguidora del grupo británico, aunque me encanta su música, la canción en cuestión la escuché por primera vez en el concierto. Muy buena rola. Me quedé pensando por qué la canción provoca tanta afinidad, por qué todos en el estadio gritaban WRONG con tanto fervor.
¿Es acaso que en el consciente colectivo se comparte una sensación muy profunda de desconexión? He escuchado la rola muchas veces después del concierto y me provoca que mis músculos se tensen y quiera correr, me provoca desesperación e incertidumbre. Claro que puedo entender el por qué de mis sentimientos, lo increíble es que tantos vibren igual. ¿A caso no estoy sola en esto de "aprender a volar" con la sensación de tensión del alma y experimentando el dolor de crecer?
Les dejo la letra:
WRONG
(Martin Gore)
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genesI reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong handsThe wrong theory for the wrong manThe wrong eyes on the wrong prizeThe wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah
Wrong
Wrong
(Too long)
Wrong
(Too long)
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genesI reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong handsThe wrong theory for the wrong manThe wrong eyes on the wrong prizeThe wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah
Wrong
Wrong
(Too long)
Wrong
(Too long)
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
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