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.
Oh, oh, deary me
My little brother's in his bedroom smoking weed
I tell him he should get up 'cause it's nearly half past three
He can't be bothered 'cause he's high on THC
I ask him very nicely if he'd like a cup of tea
I can't even see him 'cause his room is so smoky
Don't understand how one can watch so much TV
My baby brother, Alfie, how I wish that you could see
I only say it 'cause I care
So please, can you stop pulling my hair?
Now, now there's no need to swear
Please don't despair, my dear mon frère
Oh, Alfie, get up, it's a brand new day
I just can't sit back and watch you waste your life away
You need to get a job because the bills need to get paid
Get off your lazy arse, Alfie, please use your brain
Surely there's some walls out there that you can go and spray
I'm feeling guilty for leading you astray
Now how the hell do you ever expect that you'll get laid
When all you do is stay and play on your computer games?
I only say it 'cause I care
So please, can you stop pulling my hair?
Now, now there's no need to swear
Please don't despair, my dear mon frère
Oh, little brother, please refrain from doing that
I'm tryna help you out so can you stop being a twat
It's time that you and I sat down and had a little chat
And look me in the eyes, take off that stupid fitted cap
I only say it 'cause I care
So please, can you stop pulling my hair?
Now, now there's no need to swear
Please don't despair
Please don't despair
Mon frère