Coincidiendo con el tirón actual y mundial de Hayley Williams, gracias a su dúo con B.
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B en Airplanes, Paramore acaban de estrenar un nuevo videoclip.
Incluido en su Brand New Eyes del 2009 encontramos este Playing God, su quinto single.
Para este videoclip no se alejaron de su Franklin, Tennesse, natal, ya que este secuestro en que se basa la historia se rodó en casa de la propia Williams.
Como no podía ser de otro modo, las víctimas de ese secuestro son Josh Farro, Taylor York, Jeremy Davis y Zac Farro, lo que viene siendo sus compañeros de banda.
Añadir la cantidad justa de droga en un té es la técnica que usa Hayley Williams para dejar KO a sus compañeros masculinos de banda y atarlos a una silla en un sótano.
En cierto modo me ha recordado a una de las Mujeres Desesperadas, aparentemente con una vida normal, pero con un gran secreto… Can’t make my own decisions or make any with precisionWell, maybe you should tie me up so I don’t go where you don’t want meYou say that I’ve been changing, that I’m not just simply agingYeah, how could that be logical?Just keep on cramming ideas down my throatWo-o-o-ho-ohYou don’t have to believe meBut the way I, way I see itNext time you point a fingerI might have to bend it backOr break it, break it offNext time you point a finger… I’ll point you to the mirrorIf God’s the game that you’re playingWell, we must get more acquaintedBecause it has to be so lonely… to be the only one who’s holyIt’s just my humble opinion, but it’s one that I believe inYou don’t deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see is youWo-o-o-ho-ohYou don’t have to believe meBut the way I, way I see itNext time you point a fingerI might have to bend it backOr break it, break it offNext time you point a finger… I’ll point you to the mirrorThis is the last second chance(I’ll point you to the mirror)I’m half as good as it gets(I’ll point you to the mirror)I’m on both sides of the fence(I’ll point you to the mirror)Without a hint of regret… I’ll hold you to itI know you don’t believe meBut the way I, way I see itNext time you point a fingerI might have to bend it backOr break it, break it offNext time you point a finger… I’ll point you to the mirrorI know you won’t believe meBut the way I, way I see itNext time you point a fingerI might have to bend it backOr break it, break it offNext time you point a finger… I’ll point you to the mirrorVía
