By Mike Sain't Louis ·
Antisocial, by choice and with pride
I've been called everything. Weird, rude, cold, unbearable. Antisocial gathers all those insults and turns them around, because what some see as a flaw is, for me, a decision made very calmly.
The song starts strong, with a big fat insult, and from there it builds a portrait of someone who has decided to close the door. Not out of fear or because anything is missing, but because he prefers his own solitude to other people's noise. He's not looking for new faces, he doesn't feel like talking to strangers, he doesn't need anyone's approval. His silence is a castle, the lyrics say, and he is a suit of armour without a key.
There's a detail I find very funny: the chorus defends itself against accusations nobody has made. «No soy feo, no, ni calvo ni amable» (I'm not ugly, no, nor bald nor nice). That final ni amable, nor nice, is for me the best thing in the whole song. It puts it on the same list as being ugly or bald, as if it were one more thing to get rid of.
But careful, because under all that armour there's a noble heart. The character is cold with the world and utterly loyal to a few. To those chosen ones he gives everything, forever. His world is small, yes, but it doesn't break.
Animals before the narcissist
And then there's the line repeated at the end over and over, like a mantra: I'd a thousand times rather have my animals than put up with a narcissist and, while we're at it, his mother. The repetition has something therapeutic about it, like someone who has finally understood and never tires of saying it out loud.
It's an anthem for people who stay home on a Saturday and feel no guilt at all. For those who have come out of a relationship with someone who drained their energy and discovered that being alone, with the dog or the cat on the sofa, is a form of peace. Put it on with your headphones in on the street, avoiding greetings, and enjoy the kingdom nobody else understands.
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Lyrics · Antisocial
Me llaman puta basura,pero yo solo vivo en mi realidad.No me escondo, no es que me falte nada,es solo que elijo mi propia soledad.
Antisocial, sí, ese soy yo,no busco rostros nuevos, no me interesa hablar.Solo me importan aquellos que ya conozcoy siempre van a estar.
No soy feo, no, ni calvo ni amable,pero en mi pecho late un corazón noble.Antisocial, quizá, prefiero mil vecesa mis animales que aguantar a un narci y a su puta madre,mi mundo es pequeño, pero es inquebrantable.
Evito las miradas, los saludos en la calle,mi silencio es un castillo, yo una armadura sin llave.No necesito agradar, no necesito que me aprueben,soy el rey de un reino que nadie más siente.
En las sombras me mantengo, observo y aprendo,no me verás sonreír, no esperes que me extienda.Pero a los pocos elegidos, mi lealtad es eterna,a esos pocos les doy todo, hasta que el mundo se detenga.
No soy feo, no, ni calvo ni amable,pero mi alma es pura, y eso es demostrable.Antisocial, por elección y más de un cabrón, no por miedo,en mi mundo cerrado, yo soy el dueño aislado.
No soy feo, no, ni calvo ni amable,pero en mi pecho late un corazón noble.Antisocial, quizá, prefiero mil vecesa mis animales que aguantar a un narci y a su puta madre,mi mundo es pequeño, pero es inquebrantable.
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Lyrics as published with the official music video, on the MIKE SAIN'T LOUIS label.