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the new revolution is not here
(D.Sánchez)
the new revolution is not here
nobody wants to fight for justice
the lie does not matter, unless it affects you:
otherwise you wouldn´t complain
Down on the farm
(Charles Harper/Alvin Gibbs/Nicholas Garrett)
All I need is some inspiration
Before I do somebody some harm
I feel just like a vegetable
Down here on the farm
Nobody comes to see me
Nobody here to turn me on
I ain't even got a lover
Down here on the farm
They told me to get healthy
They told me to get some sun
But boredom eats me like cancer
Down here on the farm
Drinkin' lemonade shanty
Ain't nobody here to do me harm
But I'm like a fish out of water
Down here on the farm
I wrote a thousand letters
Till my fingers all gone numb
But I never see no postman
Down here on the farm
I call my baby on the telephone
I say come down and have some fun
But she knows what the score is
Down here on the farm
I can't fall in love with a wheatfield
I can't fall in love with a barn
When everything smells like horse shit
Down here on the farm
Blue skies and swimming pools
Add so much charm
But I'd rather be back in Soho
Than down here on the farm
On the fucking farm!
Are you born in a fucking barn or what?
Before I do somebody some harm
I feel just like a vegetable
Down here on the farm
Nobody comes to see me
Nobody here to turn me on
I ain't even got a lover
Down here on the farm
They told me to get healthy
They told me to get some sun
But boredom eats me like cancer
Down here on the farm
Drinkin' lemonade shanty
Ain't nobody here to do me harm
But I'm like a fish out of water
Down here on the farm
I wrote a thousand letters
Till my fingers all gone numb
But I never see no postman
Down here on the farm
I call my baby on the telephone
I say come down and have some fun
But she knows what the score is
Down here on the farm
I can't fall in love with a wheatfield
I can't fall in love with a barn
When everything smells like horse shit
Down here on the farm
Blue skies and swimming pools
Add so much charm
But I'd rather be back in Soho
Than down here on the farm
On the fucking farm!
Are you born in a fucking barn or what?
Por que cantamos
(M. Benedetti/D. Sánchez)
Si cada hora viene con su muerte
si el tiempo es una cueva de ladrones
los aires ya no son los buenos aires
la vida es nada más que un blanco móvil
si nuestros bravos quedan sin abrazo
la patria se nos muere de tristeza
y el corazón del hombre se hace añicos
antes aún que explote la vergüenza
si estamos lejos como un horizonte
si allá quedaron árboles y cielo
si cada noche es siempre alguna ausencia
y cada despertar un desencuentro
cantamos por qué el río está sonando
y cuando suena el río / suena el río
cantamos porque el cruel no tiene nombre
y en cambio tiene nombre su destino
si el tiempo es una cueva de ladrones
los aires ya no son los buenos aires
la vida es nada más que un blanco móvil
si nuestros bravos quedan sin abrazo
la patria se nos muere de tristeza
y el corazón del hombre se hace añicos
antes aún que explote la vergüenza
si estamos lejos como un horizonte
si allá quedaron árboles y cielo
si cada noche es siempre alguna ausencia
y cada despertar un desencuentro
cantamos por qué el río está sonando
y cuando suena el río / suena el río
cantamos porque el cruel no tiene nombre
y en cambio tiene nombre su destino
Usted preguntara por que cantamos
cantamos por el niño y porque todo
y porque algún futuro y porque el pueblo
cantamos porque los sobrevivientes
y nuestros muertos quieren que cantemos
cantamos porque el grito no es bastante
y no es bastante el llanto ni la bronca
cantamos porque creemos en la gente
y porque venceremos la derrota
cantamos porque el sol nos reconoce
y porque el campo huele a primavera
y porque en este tallo en aquel fruto
cada pregunta tiene su respuesta
cantamos porque llueve sobre el surco
y somos militantes de la vida
y porque no podemos ni queremos
dejar que la canción se haga ceniza
y usted preguntara por que cantamos.
“Mr. Raimbow”
Mr. Rainbow wakes up at six o´clock
has breakfast toast with orange marmalade.
like every day, buys the newspaper
and is surprised by the same events.
Mr Rainbow...
Mr Rainbow...
Mr. Raimbow visits his old friend Paul
to comment on Sunday's cricket match
while sipping tea and eating shortbread biscuits,
wondering when will the new railway station be finished?
Mr Rainbow...
Mr. Rainbow...
(he looks in the mirror and doesn´t see himself)
Mr. raimbow, on a rare and rainy day
They are seen in a newspaper photograph
and on the from page headlines,
and on the from page headlines,
There is a tragic accident on the railway tracks...
Mr Rainbow...
Mr Rainbow...
(he looks in the mirror and doesn´t see himself) reverse
Where are we? what is this place?
what is my name here?
is this the world of the dead?
Esperando al hada buena
Si no quieres escucharme… apágame
Puedes ver la televisión… conéctate
Ya tienes otra red social… para elegir
Si no ves nada malo aquí, solo hay que pinchar en aceptar
El reloj acaba de sonar,
abro las ventanas, todo claro está
Mañana espera otra jornada igual,
tu si puedes elegir
Vigila cada paso en tu ciudad
Donde puedo encontrar a alguien, que sepa escuchar
Pensamientos polarizados, para variar
Esto puede ser una jaula, semántica
Siglo veintiuno es hoy, falta poco para la eclosión
El hada buena ha quedado en venir
Con un gran deseo solo para ti
Quédate esperando, ella siempre viaja en tren
Con el tiempo justo, aunque al final,
Todos vamos al mismo lugar…
Only you can save me
I left Some time ago
Never to return
To the depths of pain
So hard for me to speak,
Never to return
To the depths of pain
So hard for me to speak,
Over the cliff I leant
taking the Risk, I jump out,
Only you can save me
I don´t trust luck... I believe in you.
If you want you can sleep here
I'll tell you the end
There is a garden,
Where the girls play,
You oxygenate the room,
only with your bright smile,
Only you can save me,
I don´t believe in destiny... I believe in you.
I'll tell you the end
There is a garden,
Where the girls play,
You oxygenate the room,
only with your bright smile,
Only you can save me,
I don´t believe in destiny... I believe in you.
Otra noche mas
Puede que no me entere de nada
De salida una puerta hay
Los de mirada perturbada
Siempre tienen algo de emoción
Hay una estatua en la esquina
Que ya no sabe que cara poner
Nivel máximo de endorfina
Listos para la saturación
Descifrando la materia oscura en cada verdad que das
Creo que hay alguien con un par de cromosomas más
Me temo que esto es una noche más
Ya estoy metido en otra noche más
Ah…ah...ah, ah, ah…ah...ah, ah, ah, ah.
Alta calidad en materia prima
Un gran surtido para elegir
Un 20% en cocaína un 30% en jachis
La mitad del vaso con coca-cola y el resto en derivados de éxtasis
Todo lo que ocurra en 40 minutos
Producto de tu imaginación
Ni tan gracioso como para el suelo
Ni creo que tenga toda la razón
Empapado en sustancias toxicas, casi no puedo respirar
Creo que en breves instantes, empieza un no parar…
Ah…ah…ah, ah, ah
I´m the warlus
(Lennon/Mcartney)
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo...
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo...
Reaccionar
en medio de, imágenes sin locución
prefiero que, decidas tu
presiento que, hemos llegado a la estación
decir adiós, no se me da bien
no puedo engañarme, nunca quise tanto a nadie
el mundo no se para, por algo tan trivial
y creo que, no necesito perdonarte, tenia que ser así
si de repente no eres tú, tal vez, necesites algo mas
Entiéndeme, pensé en la posibilidad
todo era tan… especial
no se si es, peor tomar la decisión
o esperar, que me digas tu
algo no va bien, yo no se que es
la casualidad puede ser insustancial
y si yo soy el problema
y lo que necesito es parar… de pensar
y creo que no necesito perdonarme, tenia que ser así
si de repente no eres tu, tal vez, querías algo mas
solo
que hago yo aquí?, es este mi hogar?
estoy durmiendo aún?, voy a reaccionar!
Creo que necesito perdonarte, tiene que ser asi
si de repente eres tu, ya no, ya no hace falta mas
se hace tarde tengo que volver
ya no queda tiempo que perder
the end is anywhere
if everything you know disappears without a trace
if everything you love in this world, set goodbye to you
all problems would be so insignificant as necessary
every day you would try to do thing in a more simple way
The scythe's lady is always a round you
before it's too late I want you to know that I will miss you
all the time I was with you, I will never forget
what would you do if you knew that you have little time
I would spend your last days and with whom you would be
if life were a choice of feelings, which you have to choose
the question would be, to meet your time to not miss anything
she may be waiting for you elsewhere
before it's too late I want you to know that I will miss you
all the time I was with you, never forget
