(LYRICS) Ev'ry day for a week we would try to Feel the motion, feel the motion Down the hill. Ev'ry day for a week we would try to Hear the wind rush, hear the wind rush, Feel the chill. And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul To see what I had inside. Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of my soul And I tried, I tried. [Spoken] And everybody's goin' "Whooooosh, whooooosh ... I feel the snow... I feel the cold... I feel the air." And Mr. Karp turns to me and he says, "Okay, Morales. What did you feel?" [sings] And I said..."Nothing, I'm feeling nothing," And he says "Nothing Could get a girl transferred." They all felt something, But I felt nothing Except the feeling That this bullsh*t was absurd! [Spoken] But I said to myself, "Hey, it's only the first week. Maybe it's genetic. They don't have bobsleds in San Juan!" [sings] Second week, more advanced, and we had to Be a table, be a sportscar... Ice-cream cone. Mister Karp, he would say,"Very good, except Morales. Try, Morales, All alone." And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul To see how an ice cream felt. Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of my soul And I tried to melt. The kids yelled, "Nothing!" They called me "Nothing" And Karp allowed it, Which really makes me burn. The were so helpful. They called me "Hopeless", Until I really didn't know Where else to turn. [Spoken] And Karp kept saying, "Morales, I think you should transfer to Girl's High, You'll never be an actress, Never!" Jesus Christ! Went to church, praying, "Santa Maria, Send me guidance, send me guidance," On my knees. Went to church, praying, "Santa Maria, Help me feel it, help me feel it. Pretty please!" And a voice from down at the bottom of my soul Came up to the top of my head. And the voice from down at the bottom of my soul, Here is what it said: "This man is nothing! This course is nothing! If you want something, Go find another class. And when you find one You'll be an actress." And I assure you that's what Fin'lly came to pass. Six months later I heard that Karp had died. And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul... And cried. 'Cause I felt... nothing.
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I'm so excited because I'm gonna go to the High School of Performing Arts! I mean, I was dying to be a serious actress. Anyway, it's the first day acting class- and we're in the auditorium and the teacher, Mr. Karp... Oh, Mr. Karp... Anyway, he puts us up on the stage with our legs around each other, one in back of the other and he says: "Okay... we're going to do improvisations. Now, you're on a bobsled. It's snowing out. And it's cold...Okay...GO!" Ev'ry day for a week we would try to Feel the motion, feel the motion Down the hill. Ev'ry day for a week we would try to Hear the wind rush, hear the wind rush, Feel the chill. And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul To see what I had inside. Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of my soul And I tried, I tried. [Spoken] And everybody's goin' "Whooooosh, whooooosh ... I feel the snow... I feel the cold... I feel the air." And Mr. Karp turns to me and he says, "Okay, Morales. What did you feel?"
Estaba tan emocionado por entrar en la escuela superior de arte dramático, quiero decir, me moría de ganas de ser un actor de verdad. Bueno, es el primer día en clase de interpretación, estamos todos en el auditorio y el profesor. El señor Karb... ugh, el señor Karb... Bueno, nos sube a todos al escenario, nos pone sentados en fila con las piernas de cada uno enroscadas en el siguiente y nos dice, esta bien, vamos a improvisar, estais en un trineo de carreras, afuera esta nevando y hace frio... Venga, ACCION. La primera semana intenté el movimiento El movimiento al deslizar La segunda semana intenté sentir el viento Y mi rostro congelar Y exploré sin más desde el fondo de mi ser A ver que podía encontrar Y busque y busque desde el fondo de mi ser Lo quise intentar. Y todos hacen woosh, woosh, siento la nieve! Siento el aire! Siento el frío! Y el señor karb se gira hacia mi y me dice, Vale Morales, y tu que sientes? Le dije nada, no siento nada Y el dijo nada? Te voy a expulsar Todos sentían, pero yo nada, solo que aquello daba ganas de cagar Pero me dije a mi mismo, no llevamos ni un mes! Tal vez sea genético, no tenemos trineos de carreras en Valdemoro. La tercera semana interpreté a una mesa, Una moto, un pastel... Mister Karb, comentó todo bien! Tu no, Morales, va Morales! Dale a ver Y de nuevo explore desde el fondo de mi ser sentirme como un pastel, Ser un buen pastel desde todo mi interior, Derritiéndose. Y todos NADA! Gritaron Nada, y Karb contento lo cual me cabreó. Que solitarios, me hicieron mierda Y hasta dudé de mi valía y vocación. Y Karb dale que dale, Morales, creo que deberías pedir el traslado a el instituto público, jamas seras un actor, Jamás! Jesucristo... Fui a rezar, salve santa maría, Se mi guía, se mi guía Oyeme Supliqué, salve santa maria Haz que sienta, haz que sienta Salvame. Y una voz surgió desde el fondo de miser Haciendome ver al fin La sentí emerger desde todo mi interior Y me habló asi! Si karb no es nada! El curso es nada! Si quieres algo, vete y búscalo! En otra parte, el actor que eres Y os aseguro que eso fue lo que pasó. Unos meses después Karb murió Y buscando sin más desde el fondo de mi ser Lloré. Sintiendo nada.