Kate Nash

Kate Nash

Kate Nash (6 de julio de 1987 - ) es una cantautora inglesa conocida por su éxito de 2007 Foundations, canción incluída en su primer álbum Made of Bricks. Kate Nash nació en Londres, hija de padre inglés y madre irlandesa.[1] Desde pequeña comenzaría a interesarse por la música, estudiando piano y guitarra y, posteriormente, en la BRIT School en el sur de Londres. Sin embargo, antepuso la música por el mundo de la actuación, otra de sus pasiones. Llegó a presentarse a una audición en la escuela de teatro Bristol Old Vic Theatre School, pero fue rechazada. Pocos días después, se cayó por unas escaleras rompiéndose un pie. Durante su recuperación, ya que no podía moverse, aprovechó el tiempo para terminar viejas canciones y componer otras tantas nuevas.

Letra de Foundations
Thursday night, everything's fine
Except you've got that look in your eye
When I'm telling a story
And you find it boring
You're thinking of something to say
You'll go along with it then drop it
And humiliate me in front of our friends

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoying
And say something like
"Yeah, intelligent input darling
Why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you'll call me a bitch
And everyone we're with will be embarrassed
And I won't give a shit

My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go but I can't
And every time we fight
I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset
And I smile
I know I should forget but I can't

You said I must eat so many lemons
'Cause I am so bitter
I said "I'd rather be with your friends, mate
'Cause they are much fitter"
Yes it was childish
And you got aggressive
And I must admit that I was a bit scared
But it gives me thrills to wind you up

My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go but I can't
And every time we fight
I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset
And I smile
I know I should forget but I can't

Your face is pasty
'Cause you've gone and got so wasted
What a surprise
Don't want to look at your face
'Cause it's making me sick
You've gone and got sick on my trainers
I only got these yesterday
Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this
Well I'll leave you there 'til the morning
And I purposely won't turn the heating on
And dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one

My fingertips are holding
Onto the cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go but I can't
And every time we fight
I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset
And I smile
I know I should forget but I can't

And every time we fight
I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset
And I smile
I know I should forget but I can't

And every time we fight
I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset
And I smile
I know I should forget but I can't

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