Contra la Realidad

Imagine
 

 Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace
You, you may say
I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world
You, you may say
I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will live as one

John Lennon 

Un vagón de amor

Lotta Love

It's gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things are.
It's gonna take a lotta love
Or we won't get too far.

So if you look in my direction
And we don't see eye to eye,
My heart needs protection
And so do I.

It's gonna take a lotta love
To get us thru the night.
It's gonna take a lotta love
To make things work out right.

So if you are out there waitin'
I hope you show up soon,
'Cause my heart needs relatin'
Not solitude.

Gotta lotta love
 Gotta lotta love.

It's gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things are.
It's gonna take a lotta love
Or we won't get too far.

It's gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things are.
It's gonna take a lotta love
Or we won't get too far.

Neil Young

A House Safe for Tigers



May your house be safe from tigers

May you never need to die

 May your house be safe from tigers

May you never learn to cry

May all your times be good ones

May they never end

May your house be safe from tigers
May you always be my friend

May your house be safe from tigers

May the kind birds fly with you

May your house be safe from tigers

My warm fires find your flu

 May all your vines bear sweet wines

And your sons the hearts of doves

May your house be safe from tigers

May your house be filled with love
 

May all your times be good ones

May they never end

May your house be safe from tigers
May you always be my friend

Lee Hazlewood

It's the end of the word

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an aux speak, grunt
No strength the ladder starts to clatter with the fear, fight down height.
Wire in a fire, representing seven games with a government for hire and a combat site.
Left of West and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop.
Look at that low playing! Fine then.
Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed.
Dummy with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light,
Feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour.
Don't get caught in foreign towers.
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.
Locking in uniforming, book burning, blood letting.
Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive.
Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
This means no fear - cavalier.
Renegade, steer clear!
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
And I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide.
Mountains sit in a line
Leonard Bernstein.
Leonid Breshnev, Lester Bangs and Lenny Bruce.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right?
Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine... fine...
(It's time I had some time alone,
It's time I had some time alone,
It's time I had some time alone
I feel fine...)

R.E.M.

Lo de la patria

Canción de soldados
(Dicen que la patria es)
 

Dicen que la patria es
un fusil y una bandera.
Mi patria son mis hermanos
que están labrando la tierra.

Mi patria son mis hermanos
que están labrando la tierra
mientras aquí nos enseñan
cómo se mata en la guerra.

Ay, que yo no tiro, que no,
ay, que yo no tiro, que no,
ay, que yo no tiro contra mis hermanos.
Ay, que yo tiraba, que sí,
ay, que yo tiraba, que sí,
contra los que ahogan al pueblo en sus manos.

Nos preparan a la lucha
en contra de los obreros
mal rayo me parta a mí
si ataco a mis compañeros.

La guerra que tanto temen
no viene del extranjero;
son luchas de proletarios
como los bravos mineros.

(Cuando muere un general
lo llevan sobre un armón.
Al que se mata en la mina
lo entierra el mismo carbón.

Al que se mata en la mina
lo llevan dos compañeros,
dolor de carbón de piedra,
luto de bravos mineros.)

Si mi hermano se levanta
estando yo en el cuartel
cojo el fusil y la manta
y me echo al monte con él.

Oficiales, oficiales,
tenéis mucha valentía
veremos si sois valientes
cuando llegue nuestro día.

Ay, que yo no tiro, que no,
ay, que yo no tiro, que no,
ay, que yo no tiro contra mis hermanos.
Ay, que yo tiraba, que sí,
ay, que yo tiraba, que sí,
contra los que ahogan a España en sus manos.

Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio

La versión citada es la de Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio, editada en el disco
«Spanska motståndssånger» (Canciones de resistencia españolas) del sello sueco Clarté, de 1964.

¿Quienes son los patriotas? por Vicenç Navarro

La tele

Salvador Dalí

 Miguel Brieva

Capitalismo

Este sistema te da una oportunidad
Desarrollarte según tu capital

Ya no hay esclavitud,
producir
Qué mundo tan feliz,
consumir (2x)

Es cojonudo que uno 
pueda decidir
Dentro de un circulo
y sin poder salir

Ya no hay esclavitud, 
producir
Qué mundo tan feliz,
consumir (4x)

La Polla Records

 

Estado terrorífico

Es un crimen

El partido que gobierna este país
y toda su oposición parlamentaria
Las patronales, los sindicatos
todos contribuyen a nuestro fracaso
Es un crimen, es un crimen, es un crimen

Desde sus poltronas, prometieron solución
para todos los problemas de esta nación
Paro, miseria, humillación es lo que obtuvimos
solo una casualidad podrá desatar una reacción
Es un crimen, es un crimen, es un crimen

Cuanto plomo malgastao (es un crimen)
en cuerpos innecesarios (es un crimen)
En cuerpos innecesarios (es un crimen)
cuanto plomo malgastado (es un crimen)
Es un crimen, es un crimen, es un crimen



Eskorbuto



Hombre, coche, AVE

El lince Ramón

Es un gato grande con los ojos grandes
que al mover la cola transmite emoción
de largas patillas con sus zapatillas
da un salto muy grande y entra en acción

Corre tras su presa como una persona
y si se le escapa pronto la abandona
se ha desayunado una liebre hermosa
y un buchito de agua de la charca rosa

Es el lince Ramón
es el lince Ramón
Allá va el lince Ramón

Siempre solitario por su itinerario
va muy silencioso nunca llama la atención
tiene mucha vista y es gran velocista
a pesar de todo está en peligro de extinción

Le pone la oreja a todo lo que asoma
ten cuidado lince es la Blanca Paloma
Una mañanita con su bella estampa
iba por el coto y cayó en la trampa

Le pusieron la inyección
es un momento no duele ná
le pusieron Ramón
y un transmisor en el collar

Se despierta el lince no ha pasado nada
gracias por la nueva vida regalada
No perdamos tiempo que ésto son tres días
¿dónde te has metido tú lincesa mía?

Detrás va el Doctor con una cajita
donde numerada guarda su caquita
El laboratorio da los resultados
lo que tiene el lince es que se ha enamorado

No me diga usted princesa
que a mí sólo me interesa
lo que a todos los demás

Que soy un gato rumbero
y mi rumbo es que la quiero
que la quiero de verdad

Allá va el lince Ramón
y le hace el corazón
bip-bip-bop-bop
Es el lince Ramón
y le hace el corazón
bip-bip-bop-bop

Un día de mayo con su Seat Rayo
va a ver a su novia el conductor Don Ramón
Pa Matalascañas iba dando caña
y en ese momento se cruza el lince Ramón

Del fatal encuentro ya estaba cantado
se les fue la vida a los enamorados
ya acabó la historia de los dos Ramones
y ahorita tú mismo saca conclusiones
Lince Ramón…

Kiko Veneno


Lo importante no es llegar, sino el viaje

You and I, números de ciudad

14th Floor

I'm looking down on London
But there's little I can see
Cos I'm living so high up
And it looks so small to me
And I'm feeling so frustrated
Cos the lifts are out once more
And when I get home from work tonight
I gotta climb 14 floors, I tell you mate...

14th floor
Oh no, my face don't fit
14th floor

Just a number on the council list
14th floor
Oh no, there's nothing to do
14th floor
It's got a roof, it hasn't got a view

I've lived here for seven years now
But I don't know anyone
I think the bloke next door is a Jamaican
But he could be an Irishman
And life's no fun in a tower block
When you're locked behind your door
I think I must have had enough
Of living on the 14th floor, I tell you mate...

14th floor
Oh no my face don't fit
14th floor
No no another number on the council list
14th floor

No no no there's nothing to do
14th floor
No no no it hasn't got a view
14th floor
No no no I've really got to go
14th floor
Had enough of yesterday's show
14th floor
Oh no my face don't fit
14th floor
Just a number on the council list

Television Personalities

 

El Congreso de los ratones

"Señores diputados, la situación es extremadamente grave.
Debemos hacer un consenso para meterlo dentro de un marco,
¡qué monada!
Como primer punto del orden del día, actualizaremos nuestro sueldo.
como segundo punto, bajaremos el de los demás."

Qué felices son haciendo el mamón,
siempre en nombre de la razón;
y su libertad vigilada por los cañones del capital.
Estáis todos acojonaos por el ejército
y vendidos a todos los banqueros,
camuflando en democracia este fascismo,
porque aquí siempre mandan los mismos.
Un congreso de ratones podíais formar.
no representáis a nadie,
¿qué os creéis?, ¿a quién queréis engañar?

Quiero soberanía personal,
mi representación soy sólo yo
y nada me puede obligar
con vuestra constitución

La Polla Records

Not so much what men are doing but what they're not

Building a Wall

Protection, prevention, detection, detention
There's nowhere to defect to anymore
Protection, prevention, detection, detention
There's nowhere to defect to anymore

I'm building a wall, a fine wall
Not so much to keep you out, more to keep me in
I'm building a wall, a fine wall
Not so much to keep you out, more to keep me in

Back then on a bomb site we were spies among the ruins
Such precocious barbarians, on TV we saw cold war

Protection, prevention, detection, detention
There's nowhere to defect to anymore
Protection, prevention, detection, detention
There's nowhere to defect to anymore

I'm leaving the world, it's all wrong
Not so much what men are doing much more what they're not
I'm building a wall, a fine wall

Jesus and The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Caesar conquered Gaul scouting for centurions on a Roman wall

Through the woods, the trees and further on the sea
We lived in the shadow of the war
Sand in the sandwiches wasps in the tea, it was a free country
Who do you think you are, Captain Britain?

I'm building a wall, a fine wall
Not so much to keep you out, more to keep me in
I'm losing my head, well why not?
More wood for the undertaker means there's less for me

I'm building a wall, a fine wall
Not so much to keep you out, more to keep me in
I'm building a wall, a fine wall
Not so much to keep you out, more to keep me in

I'm building a wall, a fine wall
Not so much to keep you out, more to keep me in

Pet Shop Boys