Un día, curioseando por internet, encontré esta página con una versión del tradicional "The Twelve Days Of Christmas" (seguro que en alguna clase de inglés os la han hecho cantar) cantada por algunos de los actores de la serie, y haciendo referencia a elementos que aparecían en la misma ( "a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic").
(Escrolead hasta abajo para oírla.)
PETE: On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
BOBBY: On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
BOB: On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me: three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
COOPER: Diane, on the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: four talking logs.
BOB: Three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
LUCY: On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: five jelllyyy donnuuuutts.
COOPER: Four talking logs.
BOB: Three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
PETE: On the sixth day of Christmas my sweetheart gave to me: six fish in a percolator.
LUCY: Five jelllyyy donnuuuutts.
COOPER: Four talking logs.
BOB: Three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
BOBBY: On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me: seven one-armed men.
PETE: Six fish in a percolator.
LUCY: Five jelllyyy donnuuuutts.
COOPER: Four talking logs.
BOB: Three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
COOPER: Diane, on the eighth day of Christmas I had a strange dream: eight dancing midgets.
BOBBY: Seven one-armed men.
PETE: Six fish in a percolator.
LUCY: Five … oh … Five jelly donnuuuutts. Sorry, oops.
COOPER: Four talking logs.
BOB: Three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
BOB: On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: nine owls lurking.
COOPER: Eight dancing midgets.
BOBBY: Seven one-armed men.
PETE: Six fish in a percolator.
LUCY: Five jelly donuts!
COOPER: Four talking logs.
BOB: Three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
BOBBY: On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: ten drooling Leo’s.
BOB: Nine owls lurking.
COOPER: Eight dancing midgets.
BOBBY: Seven one-armed men.
PETE: Six fish in a percolator.
LUCY: Five … jelly … donuts!
COOPER: Four talking logs.
BOB: Three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
LUCY: On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me: eleven cherry pies.
BOBBY: Ten drooling Leo’s.
BOB: Nine owls lurking.
COOPER: Eight dancing midgets.
BOBBY: Seven one-armed men.
PETE: Six fish in a percolator.
LUCY: Five jelllyyy donnuuuttts.
COOPER: Four talking logs.
BOB: Three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
PETE: On the twelveth day of Christmas my sweetheart gave to me: twelve cups of coffee!
LUCY: Eleven cherry pies.
BOBBY: Ten drooling Leo’s.
BOB: Nine owls lurking.
COOPER: Eight dancing midgets.
BOBBY: Seven one-armed men.
PETE: Six fish in a percolator.
LUCY: Five thousaannnddd donnuuuttts. What!?
COOPER: Four talking logs.
BOB: Three possessed souls.
BOBBY: Two secret diaries.
PETE: And a body … dead … wraaapped in plaaaastiic.
JOHNNY HORNE: Amen … Amen.
Ya que este humilde blog fue de los primeros en propagar los escaneos de las páginas del final de la saga, pongo la portada... aunque al primer e-mail de @salamandra.es o lo que sea, lo retiro, que no tengo madera de mártir.
(Por cierto, portada bastante sosilla en comparación con la americana, ¿no?)
¿Os acordáis de la mítica serie Twin Peaks?
