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Now, now, I tried to be on time
Time flies in the friendly skies
Dark clouds away!
You know I hate a bad goodbye
Tried hard to pass another round
Then one round again
Words fish deep in the river
Please be my instant forgiver
Words fish deep in the river
Please be my instant forgiver
Right now we are worlds apart
Somehow I'll try to turn the page
I won't mess around
Bummed out waiting out the storm
Fresh start is all I'm asking for
So don't let me down
Words fish deep in the river
Please be my instant forgiver
Words fish deep in the river
Please be my instant forgiver
Forgiver, you are my, forgiver...
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José Bretón en huelga
Monarcas de safari
Gorilas en la niebla
Melendi rastafari
Hoy me encuentro un poco mal
Con la bata puesta salgo a por el pan
Racistas solidarios
En el telediario
Vivo en un mundo extraño
Y ahora me pico uranio
Ya me empiezo a remangar
Se avecina un fuerte impacto lateral
Un bofetón de realidad
Un desayuno religioso
Una buena hostia a tiempo te enderezará
Me he comprado un flotador
Para bañarme en la central de Fukushima, allá en Japón
Me la he vuelto a jugar
He quedado para ir de cacería con Froilán
Y el pequeño Nicolás
Premio Nobel de la Paz
Se ha dejado en el baño
Miles de tarjetas Black
Para bien o para mal
Un sopapo en toa la jeta, así tal cual
Codice Calixtino
Por un cartón de vino
Yo pinté el Ecce Homo
Y aún no sé ni cómo
Aunque cansa un poco y tal
Poca oblea hay para tanto comensal
Un bofetón de realidad
Una experiencia religiosa
Una buena hostia a tiempo te enderezará
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My generation is full of shit
My generation don't give a shit - about nothing
My generation puts on an act
My generation will sell its ass - like it's nothing
My generation's nothing [x3]
My generation is fat and weak
My generation can barely speak - without whining
My generation can't turn its back
My generation will crawl back - to your safety
My generation's nothing [x3]
Nothing, nothing, nothing
My generation's nothing [x3]
My generation [x5]
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Klüte - Far From You
03:14
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Don´t know where and when
The spark gave up on you
If your eyes could talk they’d be
Screaming
And asking who you are
Please, tell me who you are
And they´re not shining
So far from you
There is no shining
So far from you
Like a million years ago
We don´t know when and where it falls
And they´re not shining
So far from you
There is no shining
So far from you
Like a million years ago
We don´t know when and where it falls
We don´t know when and where it falls
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Su sobrino le avisó
Zeus corriendo se acercó a verlo
En la calle hay un señor
Oh no
Lleva puesto un cartel
Todo Harlem le va a ver con eso
Todo el barrio irá a por él
Se lió
Pero él no está loco, está en una misión
Ha habido un atentado grave en pleno Nueva York
Alguien ha llamado a Cobb
Simon no es más que una voz siniestra
Que está mareando a John
Con razón
Pero él no está loco, está en una misión
Ha habido un atentado grave en pleno Nueva York
Pleno Nueva York uo uo uo
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For a Trick
We were people who didn't fit in any place
No one said we never tried so hard
Wanted something to do, something to achieve, I was consumed
This is what I am dying for (for a trick)
As I keep repeating while I'm falling to the floor
With the tears covering my eyes
I'll flip the board and try it again,
I'm dying for that trick
Philadelphia is full of crackheads, nobody wants to be here
But I never loved until I found Love Park
This is what I am dying for (for a trick)
As I keep repeating while I'm falling to the floor
With the tears covering my eyes
I'll flip the board and try it again, I'm dying for that trick
Never give in, for a trick
I will try it again
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Salvaje - The Lumberjack
03:44
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The trees of the forest
chop chop chop chop
The trees of the jungle
chop chop chop chop
The trees all around
chop chop chop chop
the trees in my mind
chop chop chop chop
Bearded face
Checked shirt
Gloves in hands
Stoned head
My axe, my arms, my wounds
My job is my life
The path is cut down
The way is cut
I´m the man, the solution
Not an ilusion
Through the jungle
Only green
I´m gonna grow a desert
No more fires
No more hurt
No more agression
Now the earth is only sand
The dust and dirt era
My axe is now broken
I´m gonna chainsaw all
The people go first
Ending with my hands
Sawing fingers, arms and necks
The real solution
The lumberjack is here!
Lumberjack!
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Sábado. Sábado otra vez.
Esperaba estar tranquilo y apareces irritándome.
Estás condenado a flojear, así que cómprate un amigo
y no me ralles más.
Siempre dando pena a los demás.
Por favor quédate en casa y ya no salgas más.
No hay loco que te ature ni dios que te salude.
No hay nadie que te cure esa nube que te cubre.
Es difícil esquivarte, ¿dónde están tus amigos?
Mucho temo encontrarte; ojalá no hayas salido.
No hay concha que te ature ni chochito que te dure.
Y que esperas de la vida, si eres un bala perdida.
Y que me importaran a mi tus historias para no dormir.
Estas condenado a flojerar. Pírate y no me ralles más!!
Siempre dando pena a los demás. Quédate en casa y no me ralles más!!
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Shoplifters - Whisper**
03:05
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walking under neon street lights
stalking every soul I see
everything is off my hands
the sun will fade out in the end
still I whisper to myself
getaway
you can have it if you want it
anywhere it feels right
getaway
you can have it if you want it
anyway it feels alright
speeding up around the corner
reading ads along the way
pointed out so many times
written in a thousand lines
still I whisper to myself
getaway
you can have it if you want it
anywhere it feels right
getaway
you can have it if you want it
anyway it feels alright
living room is full of people
feeling all these different vibes
memories of rainy days
guess I'll have to sleep away
still I whisper to myself
getaway
you can have it if you want it
anywhere it feels right
getaway
you can have it if you want it
anyway it feels alright
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Ésta es la historia de un tipo llamado Papa-Paco
Vino de la pampa a darles a los pontífices por saco
Aunque hay más pruebas de que exista el Yeti
Tú a lo tuyo Papa y no hagas caso ni a dios
Vamos adelante, no lo pienses, dale duro Papa-Paco
Cuentan las noticias que el anterior Papa era un flojo
Debían darle solo un Petit Suize
Qué poco aguante, vaya birria de hombre, por dios
Los monaguillos se rifan tu amor papal
Los catequistas pederastas se mueren de envidia
Repartes hostias para todo el personal
El todopoderoso Yeti estaría orgulloso
No hagas caso a los rumores Papa-Paco
No nos importa tu pasado de maraco
Tal vez por eso te queramos mucho más
Acaso hay algún otro beato más formal que tú?
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Never give up, never give up
I’m gonna be right there behind you, I’ll never give up
I know I’ve been an asshole and a jerk
To let you go was my biggest mistake
But things are different now that I have changed
I’m gonna fight for you with all my strength
Never give up, never give up
I’m gonna be right there behind you, I’ll never give up
Never give up, never give up
I’ll pick you up when you fall down, I will never give up
You make me want to be a better man
You show me what’s important in this life
And now you live on Melancholy Street
Without you that’s the place where I should be
Never give up, never give up
I’m gonna be right there behind you, I’ll never give up
Never give up, never give up
I’ll pick you up when you fall down, I will never give up
Never give up, never give up
I’m gonna be right there behind you, I’ll never give up
Never give up, never give up
I’ll pick you up when you fall down, I will never give up
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Klüte - Loser**
02:39
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I´m told, my future is in my hands
It seems so easy to understand
to somebody like you
but when i look into my eyes
i don´t know who i am
I´m loser
I´m losing all
I´m scared
Hold my hand, my pain is gone
I´m losing grip
I´m losing all
I´m looking and all i find is ghost
How long could i see
How long i don´t know
How long
I should have listened to my dreams
I´m loser
I´m losing all
I´m scared
Hold my hand, my pain is gone
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CON CADA NUEVO VERANO LLEGA EL TIEMPO DEL DESTAPE
LA MODA DE DESNUDARSE (NO MÁS TOPLESS)
TROZOS DE CARNE COLGANDO Y OTROS QUE QUEDAN FLOTANDO
¿QUÉ COÑO OS ESTÁ PASANDO? (NO MÁS TOPLESS)
TODO EL INVIERNO LUCHANDO CON LA GRASA Y LOS KILITOS
PARA POSAR DESNUDITOS (NO MÁS TOPLESS)
Y YO QUE VOY BIEN TAPADO, SIENTO QUE ME HE SONROJADO
PORQUE A UN CULITO HE MIRADO (NO MÁS TOPLESS)
ECHO EN FALTA EL CAMBIO DE COLOR
QUE DEJABA EN TI TU BAÑADOR
TRAS TUS HORAS DE TORRARTE AL SOL
¿DÓNDE HA QUEDADO EL DECORO, EL BUEN GUSTO Y LOS MODALES
DE LAS VIEJAS MAS FORMALES? (NO MÁS TOPLESS)
EN LA PLAYA AHORA ME SIENTO COMO EN MEDIO DE UN MERCADO
BUENAS CARNES Y PESCADOS (NO MÁS TOPLESS)
VEO MIL FORMAS Y COLORES PIELES ROJAS Y ACEITOSAS
ARRUGADAS Y ASQUEROSAS (NO MÁS TOPLESS)
Y ESTO NO ES LO QUE HE SOÑADO, CREO QUE HE SIDO ENGAÑADO
POR MODELOS MUY CICLADOS
ECHO EN FALTA EL CAMBIO DE COLOR
QUE DEJABA EN TI TU BAÑADOR
TRAS TUS HORAS DE TORRARTE AL SOL
NO MÁS TOPLESS POR FAVOR, ¡PEPE PONTE EL BAÑADOR!
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Listen up!
I don't need an intervention
Go away!
I'm free enough to live
I'm responsible
Of my fears and insecurities
Unquestionable
All that I can be
The tears and joys of getting older
Beneath the surface of where I'm hiding shows
without a doubt that I still keep my spirit ageless
In any moment
In any given moment I will strife against the comments
you had and get you labeled with all my words
Anyone would say that is impossible to make,
but I'm the one who make things happen
And everyone will see that I will walk alone,
I will walk alone again
I was born to walk for miles
No one can go any further
but turning 80 is not an easy task,
I am built to last
Anyone would say that is impossible to make,
but I'm the one who make things happen.
And everyone will see that I will walk along,
I will walk alone again
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Dark night fears
The light of candles
Cheap talking neighbours
The snake is crawling
Rusty nails
on dirty hands
skin like stone
your bloody fingers
you're living life at the fields
you're in the country
The golden hall
making wine with blood
the harvest party
summer is gone
Cold winter brings
two faces monsters
sucking your life
agony of knowledge
this is... life
this is... country
this is... life
in the country
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