Beyonce y Lady Gaga con su fetiche por el telefonito

Estoy un poco monotemática con las divas del pop, pero siempre tienen ese nosequé. En estos últimos meses Ebony & Ivory hicieron dos colaboraciones "interesantes". De parte de Beyonce, sacaron Videophone y de Lady Gaga, salió Telephone... o sea, entiendo el atractivo de los teléfonos, más que nada desde que tienen la función de vibrador, pero justo esas canciones eligieron?!
Whatever.
Están muy buenas las dos (canciones), aunque prefiero Telephone (la versión del cd) por esa melodía arpística del comienzo y el ritmo bien dance. Todas las canciones de Stefani Germanotta (jajaja se llama así, che!) son pegadizas, bailables y, lo que las hace aún más proclives a ser hits, *cantables*! Este video en particular es... bizarro y largo como toda su existencia. (... acabo de decir algo de tintes asesinos? O.o)

Querida Lady Gaga:
¿Eran necesarios tantos y tan obvios sponsors? ¿Tanto te gustaron Thelma & Luise y Kill Bill?
xoxo
PD: Ya sabemos que querés ser Madonna.

Letra:

Hello, hello, baby;
You called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you see, see…
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you're breaking up on me…
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I'm kinda busy.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.

Just a second,
it's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with
a drink in my hand, eh…
You shoulda made some plans with me,
you knew that I was free.
And now you won't stop calling me;
I'm kinda busy.

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…

Can call all you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone
won't make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
'cause this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!

Not that I don't like you,
I'm just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls,
'cause I'll be dancin'.

'Cause I'll be dancin'
'Cause I'll be dancin'
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls, 'cause I'll be dancin'!

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…

Can call all you want,
but there's no one home,
you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

We're sorry… the number you have reached is not in service at this time.
Please check the number, or try your call again


Videophone, por su lado, tiene un muy buen video con esa onda psicodélica hip pin up guerrilla. La rubia se queda un poco atrás en el baile, pero creo que eso no es inocente. La letra es un tanto vacía, pero bueno, salvando ciertas excepciones, las canciones más populares de Beyonce no se caracterizan por ser muy profundas, ¿no? (Pienso en Crazy In Love, Diva, Baby Boy, Ego... sin necesidad de retroceder a Destiny's Child y Bootylicious). Por otro lado, me gusta mucho más la versión sans Lady Gaga.


Letra:

Shawty, what your name is?

Them hustlas keep on talkin'
They like the way I'm walkin'
You saying that you want me
So press record, I'll let you film me

On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone

I love how you approach me
Fresh white with your pants hangin' grown man low
Everything you sayin' soundin' good to me
No need to convince me anymore

Swag up, it's bright, one blade, it's tight
And I smell your cologne in the air
Baby you doin' something right
You just canceled every other man here

You say you like my bag and the color of my nails
You can see that I got it goin' on
I wanna make sure you remember me
So I'ma leave my number on your video phone

I got no time for frontin'
I know just what I'm wantin'
If it's gonna be you and me?
When I call they better see me on your video screen

Them hustlas keep on talkin'
They like the way I'm walkin'
You saying that you want me
So press record, I'll let you film me

On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone

You a cutie, you should let me put you in my movies
Do shoot into a star of your own hit song
We can shoot the video right here on my cellphone

I never seen a smile so pretty
I need to know I'll always have you witt me
So take your picture on my video phone
You can pick your own song and you could be the only one

I know you like that
Turn you into a star, I got it like that
Baby don't fight it 'cause when I miss your call
I hit you right back on my video phone

Them hustlas keep on talkin'
They like the way I'm walkin'
You saying that you want me
So press record, I'll let you film me

On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me, you can watch me on your video phone

You know them G's, they be hollerin', 'specially them hot ones
Brooklyn, Atlanta, Houston to New Orleans
When they see me they be like, yo B let me call you
You breakin' my focus boy, you cute and you ballin'

You like it when I shake it?
Shawty on a mission, what your name is?
What, you want me naked?
If you liking this position you can tape it on your video phone

Hustla keep on talkin'
You like the way it's popping?
You saying that you want me
Press record, baby film me

On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone


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