La existencia de una música de ambiente, desde el ya antiguo piano de restaurante, como el que toca aún Enrique Chia, hasta el más actual chill out, se debe a la necesidad, ya expresada en el Banquete de Platón, de una música que no llame mucho la atención mientras uno se concentra en otras actividades, tales como comer y beber o, sobre todo, discutir argumentativamente (como en el Banquete de Platón). Más aún cuando cantar, tararear o silbar en la mesa atentaría contra las buenas costumbres (Manual de Carreño dixit).
Lily Rose Beatrice Allen, mejor conocida como Lily Allen, es una compositora y cantante inglesa, nacida el 2 de mayo de 1985 en Londres, Reino Unido. Es hija del actor y comediante Keith Allen y de la productora de cine Alison Owen. En 2006 lanzó a la venta su disco debut Alright, Still.
A los 15 años Allen dejó la escuela, y vivió un tiempo en Ibiza, donde trabajó en una tienda de discos y como dealer de éxtasis. En Ibiza conoció a su primer agente, George Lamb.
Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'
And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's
All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it's so true
I know it's not right, but it seems unfair
The things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, tell me
Is this the end?
Drinkin' tea in bed
Watching dvd's
When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines
You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you made that face you do
There's no one in the world that could replace you
Dreams, dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, it seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it's so true
I know it's not right, but it seems unfair
The things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, tell me
Is this the end?