Por allí viene Durruti

Por allí viene Durruti
con una carta en la mano,
donde pone la miseria
de este pueblo soberano. Por allí viene Durruti
con un libro en el morral,
donde apunta los millones
que ha robado el capital.
Por allí viene Durruti
con catorce compañeros
y le dice a los patronos
lo que quieren los obreros.
Por allí viene Durruti
con un pliego de papel,
a decirle a los soldados
que se salgan del cuartel.
Por allí viene Durruti
sin carroza y sin dinero,
saludando a todo el mundo,
campesino y jornalero.
Por allí viene Durruti
con las tablas de la ley
pa que sepan los obreros
que no hay patria, Dios ni rey.
 

Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio

Trivial Things

University girls
on cell phones
ah, trivial things
the rat with the chicken wing
hides under the door
then moves through

I flick on the tv light
and watch two pretty boys fight
for a blade

It's like some old B movie
for the tricked and the tame
starring what's her face?
and what's his name?
 

East River Pipe

Bad Seed

They keep us apart from the other kids
They try to keep us from each other
We're no good is what they say
But we just see this world in a different way

We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds
We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds

They make a lot of rules
They tell a lot of lies
If we don't wanna, we won't behave
And they can't make us, 'cause we can't be made

We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds
We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds

The new generation formed the teenage nation
This time, let's do it right

Baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds
We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds

Baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds
We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, bad

Beat Happening

He Looks Like a Farmer But He's a Lover

Can't Judge a Book by the Cover

 

 

You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree
You can't judge honey by looking at the bee
You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

Oh, can't you see, oh, you misjudge me
I look like a farmer but I'm a lover
Can't judge a book by looking at the cover, oh, my

Oh, come on in closer, baby
Hear what else I gotta say
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up, oh

You can't judge sugar by looking at the cane
You can't judge a woman by looking at her man
You can't judge a sister by looking at her brother
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

Oh, can't you see, oh, you misjudge me
I look like a farmer but I'm a lover
Can't judge a book by looking at the cover, come on

 

Bo Diddley



The Jolly Banker

My name is Tom Cranker and I'm a jolly banker,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I safeguard the farmers and widows and orphans,
Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When dust storms are sailing, and crops they are failing,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I check up your shortage and bring down your mortgage,
Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When money you're needing, and mouths you are feeding,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I'll plaster your home with a furniture loan,
Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I

If you show me you need it, I'll let you have credit,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
Just bring me back two for the one I lend you,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When your car you're losin', and sadly your cruisin',
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I'll come and forclose, get your car and your clothes,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When the bugs get your cotton, the times they are rotten,
I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I'll come down and help you, I'll rake you and scalp you,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When the landlords abuse you, or sadly misuse you,
I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I'll send down the police chief to keep you from mischief,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I

Woody Guthrie



Sideshow

Step right up, hurry, hurry
Before the show begins, my friends
Stand in line, get your tickets
I hope you will attend

It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me

See the man with the broken heart
You'll see that he is sad
He's hurt so bad (So bad, so bad)
See the girl who has lost the only love she's ever had

There's got to be no sadder show to see
No doubt about it, satisfaction's guaranteed

So let the side show begin
Hurry, hurry, step right on in
Can't afford to pass it by
Guaranteed to make you cry
(x 2)

See the man who's been cryin' for a million years
So many tears (So many tears)
See the girl who's collectin' broken hearts for souvenirs

It's more exciting than a one man band
The saddest little show in all the land

So let the side show begin
Hurry, hurry, step right on in
Can't afford to pass it by
Guaranteed to make you cry
(x 4)

Let the side show begin
Hurry, hurry, step right on in
 

Barry Biggs

Tune Out, Turn Off and Drop Out,

The Path of Non-Joiners
 

Alan Watts

Don't eat stuff off the sidewalk

Let me give you some advice

Don't eat stuff off the sidewalk
Don't eat stuff off the sidewalk
You don't need it
So don't eat it

No don't eat stuff off the sidewalk
No matter how good it looks
You better go by the book
Leave it there
Don't you dare
Eat stuff off the sidewalk
No don't eat stuff out of garbage 
either or you know what'll happen to you?

It's true you don't need no money
Ah but you'll sure look funny
On your knees, begging please
You better leave your mouth at home

The Cramps

Bring on the Lucie (Freeda people)

 
We don't care what flag you're waving
We don't even want to know your name
We don't care where you're from or where you're going
All we know is that you came
You're making all our decisions
We have just one request of you
That while you're thinking things over
Here's something you just better do

Free the people now
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Free the people now
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now

Well we were caught with our hands in the air
Don't despair paranoia is everywhere
We can shake it with love when we're scared
So let's shout it aloud like a prayer

Chorus

We understand your paranoia
But we don't want to play your game
You think you're cool and know what you are doing
666 is your name
So while you're jerking off each other
You better bear this thought in mind
Your time is up you better know it
But maybe you don't read the signs

Chorus

Well you were caught with your hands in the kill
And you still got to swallow your pill
As you slip and you slide down the hill
On the blood of the people you killed

Stop the killing (Free the people now)
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Stop the killing (Free the people now)
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now

Bring on the lucie

John Lennon

The Battle of Armageddon

There's a mighty battle coming and it's well now on its way
It'll be fought at Armageddon, it shall be a sad, sad day
In the Book of Revelation, words in chapter sixteen say
There'll be gathered there great armies for that battle on that day

All the way from the gates of Eden to the Battle of Armageddon
There'll be troubles and tribulation, there'll be sorrow and despair
He has said "Be ye not troubled for these things shall come to pass."
Then your life will be eternal when you dwell with Him at last

Turn the pages of your Bible, in St. Matthew you will see,
Start with chapter twenty-four and read from one to thirty-three.
In our Savior's blessed words He said on earth, He prophesised,
For He spoke of this great battle that is coming by and by

Chorus

There'll be nation against nation, there'll be war and rumor of war
There'll be great signs in Heaven, in the sun, the moon, the stars
Oh, the hearts of men shall fail them, there'll be gnashing of the teeth
Those who seek it will recieve it, mercy at the Savior's feet

Chorus

Hank Williams

cover by

Anton Newcombe, Tim Burgess and Nina Hynes

Quiere vivir en un barrio pijo

I Wanna Live in NW3 4JR

I am a capitalist, I am a profiteer
I know what I want, Malcolm knows how to get it
I wanna be rich, make money
'Cos I want to live in NW3
 Plenty of money

Swimming pool in my house
 It's comming sometime on my xx
If I keep on really xxxx
There'll be no more public pools for me
'Cos I want a swimming pool in my yard
In the garden

Many ways to buy what you want
Cash is best, I use the rest
I use my xxx card and you pay for it for me
'Cos I want to live in NW3
It's the only place for me

Is this my loan account?
Or is this my current account?
Or is this my deposit account?
xxx it's all free
Or just another tax dodge?
Another smack in the eye xxx
'Cos I want to live in NW3

And I want a swimming pool in my yard
You know what I mean
 And I want to live in NW3

Johnny Rubbish

Nuestro interés es su capital

Money

I get money from you
To tickle your whim or blow up your mind
Then I give money to you
And you pay me back in kind

And I gave money to Bill
He pays up my bills and helps me make up my mind
And I give money to Bill
And he will be on my side
Then I gave money to Joe
Cause Bill said he knows he´ll pay me back in time
And Bill´s gettin´paid to know
If anyone´s lyin´

Then Bill said to give it to Hank
Cause Hank owns a bank and he can make it grow
Now ain´t those amazing folks
That Bill is lucky to know

Somehow my finances will grow
With the interest I show
In the interest it gives me
And now a piece of paper from me
Won´t seem half as flimsy

The Lovin' Spoonful

Himno de la Comunidad Autónoma

Yo estaba en el medio:
Giraban las otras en corro,
Y yo era el centro.
Ya el corro se rompe,
Ya se hacen Estado los pueblos,
Y aquí de vacío girando
Sola me quedo.
Cada cual quiere ser cada una:
No voy a ser menos:
¡Madrid, uno, libre, redondo,
Autónomo, entero!
Mire el sujeto
Las vueltas que da el mundo
Para estarse quieto.

Yo tengo mi cuerpo:
Un triángulo roto en el mapa
Por ley o decreto
Entre Ávila y Guadalajara,
Segovia y Toledo:
Provincia de toda provincia,
Flor del desierto.
Somosierra me guarda del Norte y
Guadarrama con Gredos;
Jarama y Henares al Tajo
Se llevan el resto.
Y a costa de esto,
Yo soy el Ente Autónomo último,
El puro y sincero.
Viva mi dueño,
Que, sólo por ser algo,
Soy madrileño!

Y en medio del medio:
Capital de la esencia y potencia,
Garajes, museos,
Estadios, semáforos, bancos,
Y vivan los muertos:
¡Madrid, Metrópoli, ideal
Del Dios del Progreso!
Lo que pasa por ahí, todo pasa
En mí, y por eso
Funcionarios en mí y proletarios
Y números, almas y masas
Caen por su peso;
Y yo soy todos y nadie,
Político ensueño.
Y ése es mi anhelo,
Que por algo se dice:
De Madrid, al cielo.

Agustín García Calvo



Círculos viciosos

Quisiera hacer lo de ayer, / pero introduciendo un cambio
No metas cambio Silario que anda el jefe por ahí
¿Por qué está de jefe? Porque va a caballo
¿Por qué va a caballo? Porque no se baja
¿Por qué no se baja, dime? Porque vale mucho
¿Y cómo lo sabe? Porque está muy claro
¿Por qué está tan claro? Porque está de jefe
 
Eso mismo fue / lo que yo le pregunté
¿Por qué está de jefe? (x2)

Quiero formar sociedad / con el vecino de abajo
Ese no tiene trabajo, no te fíes Sebastián
¿Por qué no trabaja? Porque no lo cogen
¿Por qué no lo cogen? Porque está fichado
¿Por qué lo ficharon? Porque estuvo preso
¿Por qué lo metieron? Porque roba mucho
¿Por qué roba tanto? Porque no trabaja
 
Eso mismo fue / lo que yo le pregunté
¿Por qué no trabaja? (x2) 

Yo quiero bailar un son / y no me deja María
Yo que tú no bailaría porque está triste Ramón.
¿Por qué está tan triste? Porque está malito
¿Por qué está malito? Porque está muy flaco
¿Por qué está tan flaco? Porque tiene anemia
¿Por qué tiene anemia? Porque come poco
¿Por qué come poco? Porque está muy triste
 
Eso mismo fue / lo que yo le pregunté
¿Por qué está tan triste? (x2)

Quiero conocer a aquél, / hablarle y decirle hola
No le has visto la pistola, deja esa vaina Javier
¿Por qué la pistola? Porque tiene miedo
¿Por qué tiene miedo? Porque no se fía
¿Por qué no se fía? Porque no se entera
¿Por qué no se entera? Porque no le hablan
¿Por qué no le hablan? Por llevar pistola
 
Eso mismo fue / lo que yo le pregunté
¿Pa qué la pistola? (x2)

 Se acabó

Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio

Las cajitas de cerillas

Little Boxes

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.

There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

Malvina Reynolds

The Establishment Blues

The mayor hides the crime rate
Council woman hesitates
Public gets irate but forget the vote date
Weatherman complaining, predicted sun, it's raining
Everyone's protesting, boyfriend keeps suggesting
you're not like all of the rest.

Garbage ain't collected, women ain't protected
Politicians using people, they've been abusing
The mafia's getting bigger, like pollution in the river
And you tell me that this is where it's at.

Woke up this moming with an ache in my head
Splashed on my clothes as I spilled out of bed
Opened the window to listen to the news
But all I heard was the Establishment's Blues.

Gun sales are soaring, housewives find life boring
Divorce the only answer smoking causes cancer
This system's gonna fall soon, to an angry young tune
And that's a concrete cold fact.

The pope digs population, freedom from taxation
Teeny Bops are up tight, drinking at a stoplight
Miniskirt is flirting I can't stop so I'm hurting
Spinster sells her hopeless chest.

Adultery plays the kitchen, bigot cops non-fiction
The little man gets shafted, sons and monies drafted
Living by a time piece, new war in the far east.
Can you pass the Rorschach test?

It's a hassle is an educated guess.
Well, frankly I couldn't care less.

Sixto Rodríguez

Performance at Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah on January 26th, 2012.

Love the Troika's Bailout Like you Love your Mum!!

How I learned to love the bomb

Well there's no more sleepless nights for me
Now it's easier from now on
'Cos I've realised exactly where I've been going wrong
Well I've been lying awake at night
Worrying about the Russians
But the Russians are my friends
'Cos we've got a love that will never end

'Cos now I've learned to love the bomb
Now I've learned to love the bomb

Well once we had a plan to go to Greenham Common
And steal a Polaris missile
And we'd put it on the back of a lorry
Now I keep it in my bedroom
And it's yellow black and grey
And I'll polish it every day
And I don't care what the neighbours say

'Cos now I've learned to love the bomb
Now I've learned to love the bomb
Don't you be so stupid
No no no

You should like the bomb like you love your mum

And if you want to live in a peaceful world
There's only one thing to do
You've gotta choose Cruise

'Cos now I've learned to love the bomb
Now I've learned to love the bomb
Don't you be so stupid
No no no

What the hell do you take me for?
If you going to make bombs you're longing for war

Don't you be so stupid
Now I've learned to love the bomb

The days I've spent on CND campaigns
Just walking, just walking in the pouring rain
Time and time again

How I learned to love the bomb

Television Personalities

Sin futuro

Search and Destroy

I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys

Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby detonate for me

Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology

Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight
Honey gotta strike me blind
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby penerate my mind

And I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
Forgotten boy, forgotten boy
Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy

The Stooges

I Hate the Capitalist System

I hate the capitalist system
and I´ll tell you the reason why
it has caused me so much suffering
and my dearest friends to die
well I know you all are wondering
what it has done to me

well I am going to tell you
that my husband has tb
brought on by hardworking lowwages
and never enough to eat
from going cold and hungry
with no shoes upon his feet

my husband was a coalminer 
who worked hard and risked his life
just tryin to support three children
himself, his mother and wife

well I had a blueyedbaby
was a darling of my heart
but from my little darling the mother had to part

why the rich and mighty capitalists
goes to rest in jewels and silk
my darling blueeyed baby has died for the wondermill
well they call this the land of plenty
and for them I guess its true
for the rich and mighty capitalists
not for workers like me and you

well now what can we do about it
to these men of power and might
well I'll tell you mister capitalist
we are going to fight, fight, fight! 

Barbara Dane 


Working Class Woman 

¡Que no, que no!

Free Will

I don't belive in free will (x2)

I just do what I feel

I don't belive in free will

I just do what I feel

That is the deal

I don't belive in free will

I don't belive in free speach (x2)

I can't stand what they teach

I don't belive in free speach

 I can't tell what they teach

I can't tell what it's reach

I don't belive in free speach

I don't belive in free love (x2)

All those kisses and hugs

I don't belive in free love

All those kisses and hugs

xxx

I don't belive in free love

Well I just can't belive it when, yeah, they say that is free

Because in my experience everything is quite expensively!

I don't belive in free press (x2)

Yeah, I think it's a mess

I don't belive in free press

Yeah I think it's a mess and it causes me distress

I don't belive in free press

Well I just can't belive it when, yeah, they say that is free

Because in my experience everything is quite expensively!

I don't belive in freedom (x7)

Chain and The Gang

Larga vida a las piedrecicas

Only the Stones Remain

Men were executed, women bled
Beads and fish changed hands and
Children stayed up late
Uh huh

Colored drums they stretched the night
There's a taxidermist looking for a fight
But now he's gone
Ah yeah, only the stones remain

Girls were decked with flowers and violated while
Boys spat juice from out of their fresh young bulbs
Soldiers crossed their hearts and died and
Pretty girls turned cold inside
But now they're gone
Only the stones remain
Oh they're gone, yeah
Only the stones remain

And the stones have forgotten them
The stones have forgotten them

They break your body and drain the life out of it
It sinks into the soil while the soul flies up into the air above
And when there's no more tears to cry, there's
Nothing left to do but laugh
Stained glass elaborations collapse and candyfloss evaporates, honey
Only the stones remain, here they go
Ah yeah, only the stones remain

Now they're gone
Ah yeah, only the stones remain
Ah yeah, only the stones remain

Girls were decked with flowers and ovulated while
Colored drums expressed the night
There's a taxidermist grinnin' with delight

The Soft Boys

Silver Magic Ships You Carry

Sugar Man



Sugar man, won’t you hurry
‘Cos I’m tired of these scenes
For a blue coin won’t you bring back
All those colors to my dreams

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane

Sugar man met a false friend
On a lonely dusty road
Lost my heart when I found it
It had turned to dead black coal

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane

Sugar man you’re the answer
That makes my questions disappear
Sugar man ‘cos I’m weary
Of those double games I hear

Sugar man, Sugar man, Sugar man, Sugar man,
Sugar man, Sugar man, Sugar man

Sugar man, won’t you hurry
‘Cos I’m tired of these scenes
For the blue coin won’t you bring back
All those colors to my dreams

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane

Sugar man met a false friend
On a lonely dusty road
Lost my heart when I found it
It had turned to dead black coal

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane

Sugar man you’re the answer
That makes my questions disappear

Sixto Rodríguez

Women of the Working Class

We are women, we are strong
We are fighting for our lives,
side by side with the men
who work the nation's mines.
United by the struggle,
United by the past.. and it's
Here we go, here we go
For the women of the working class.

Don't need government approval
for anything we do,
We don't need their permission
to have a point of view.
Don't need anyone to tell us what to think
or what to say
We've strength enough and wisdom of our
own to go our own way.

They talk about statistics, about the
price of coal; the cost is the communities,
dying on the dole.
In fighting for our future, we find ways to organise;
Where women's liberation failed to move,
this strike has mobilised.

Ours is a unity that threats could never
breach; ours an education
that books could never teach.
We face the taunts and violence of Maggie's
thugs in blue;
When you're fighting for survival, you've got
nothing, nothing left to lose.

Women Against Pit Closures

This song is from the 1984 - 1985 miners strike. Women of the Working Class, written by Mal Finch has become an anthem to the women involved in the miners struggle. The Thatcher government planned mass pit closures with huge job losses for the miners concerned and the devastation of their communities and the miners fought back with long-lasting strikes. It was a long and bitter struggle and there were running battles between police and strikers. At the time footage was played backwards on TV to make it look like the strikers had attacked the police first to try and discredit them and their struggle. This was admitted years later but by then the damage was done. Apart from the state violence there was the poverty miners had to face from being without pay for so long. Without the support of their wives and girlfriends who turned up at the picket lines and kept the picketers fed it is doubtful whether the miners would have been able to keep up the strike for as long as they did. It was a real joint effort and community effort. The strike became famous and something of a cause celebre. Well-known people from the entertainment industry voiced their support. Miners support groups sprang up around Britain. The miners' wives became as much heroines of the strike as the male miners. But Margaret Thatcher the Conservative Prime Minister stubbornly refused to listen and lots of jobs were lost and lives ruined. It is the one thing Thatcher is probably most notorious for. She also weakened the trade unions by making secondary picketing illegal. Strikes were more successful under her fellow-Tory Edward Heath. He resigned as the result of a strike as he was not as ruthless. Although a Tory, Heath was seen as a bit more human than Thatcher. Even left-Labour Tony Benn acknowleged this when people were paying tribute to Heath after his death. Edward Heath was actually to the left of New Labour, if you can imagine a Tory being associated with the word "Left", which shows how far to the right successive UK governments have moved. Thatcher in defeating the National Union of Mine-workers ( the NUM ), traditionally the strongest union in Britain, set the country on a path that has moved ever more to the right with the continual eroding of workers' rights. New Labour under Tony Blair and Gordon Brown did not reverse Thatcherite policies and just developed them further with their program of cuts and attacks on services and the poor and now the current Conservative Lib-Dem coalition is continuing the attacks still further. Luckily, people are still fighting back and some other unions have grown stronger over the years. TrishMaryHill

Wealth Inequality in America

Spend your days down in the dirt

Walls Come Tumbling Down

You don't have to take this crap
You don't have to sit back and relax
You can actually try changing it
I know we've always been taught to rely
Upon those in authority -
But you never know until you try
How things just might be -
If we came together so strongly
Are you gonna try to make this work
Or spend your days down in the dirt
You see things can change -
YES an' walls can come tumbling down!
Governments crack and systems fall
'cause Unity is powerful -
Lights go out - walls come tumbling down!
The competition is a colour TV
We're on still pause with the video machine
That keep you slave to the H.P.
Until the Unity is threatend by
Those who have and who have not -
Those who are with and those who are without
And dangle jobs like a donkey's carrot -
Until you don't know where you are
Are you gonna realize
The class war's real and not mythologized
And like Jericho - You see walls can come tumbling down!
Are you gonna be threatend by
The public enemies No. 10 -
Those who play the power game
They take the profits - you take the blame -
When they tell you there's no rise in pay
Are you gonna try an' make this work
Or spend your days down in the dirt -
You see things CAN change -
YES an' walls can come tumbling down!

The Style Council

You Take the Gold

You take the gold and
I’ll take the forest
You can have what is bought and sold
Cause I can’t take much more of this
My tears of green will always
Give me shade.

When we come around again
Things won’t be looking quite the same
The trees will all be gone and
They’ll keep rolling on
Cause they don’t care about you or me…

When I came back home again
I knew that things just wouldn’t be the same
Like when loneliness was gone and
I kept rollin’ on
Because there was a you
And a me 

Beachwood Sparks

 

No quremos oro 
Todos somos hijos del sol

No queremos tu plata
ni queremos oro
Estamos hechos de estrellas (x2)
Y hay mucho que soñar

No queremos la plata
ni queremos oro
Estamos hechos de estrellas (x2)  
Y hay mucho que soñar
 

Directo en Radio 3, TVE2, año 2000.

Shiny happy people

Happy Hour

It's happy hour again
I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire is real the barman is a she
Where the haircuts smile
And the meaning of style
Is a night out with the bass
Where you win or you lose
And it's them who choose
And if you don't win then you've lost
What a good place to be
Don't believe it
'cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me
{it's happy hour again}
Don't believe it
'cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me
{it's happy hour again}
It's another night out with the boss
Following in footsteps overgrown with moss
And they tell me that women grow on trees
And if you catch them right they will land upon their knees
Where they open all their wallets
And they close all their minds
And they love to buy you all a drink
And then we ask all the questions
And you take all your clothes off
And go back to the kitchen sink

The Housemartins

Todo lo bello es gratis

La serpiente que se muerde la boca

y expulsa una cascada de cosas

Todas sirven para disipar

y girar la rueda de lo mismo

¿Qué necesitas más?

Si lo bello de esta vida es gratis

Sin religión y sin gobiernos

La muerte nos hace a todos iguales

y todos vamos al mismo lugar

No sabemos qué hay más allá

pero sí sabemos que vivimos

¿Qué necesitas más?

Si lo bello de esta vida es gratis

Sin religión y sin gobiernos

(x4)

Joe Crepúsculo

Maybe If We All Shout

Kevin Ayers
(16 Aug. 1944, Herne Bay, Kent -  18 Feb. 2013, France)

Shouting in a bucket blues

Sometimes I get too drunk,
I feel so goddamned low
I have no place to go, no one to turn to
I think about your loving arms, where I'd like to be
But it's selfish as can be, and I know it
And if I'm sorry for myself, I'm sorry for you too
'Cause I'm the same as you, and I'm burning

So I sing for everyone who feels there's no way out
So maybe if you all shout someone will hear you
Listen to them shout

I won't say that I love you, 'cause that would be a lie
I can only say I try, and you know it
Love is something more or less than words can hope to say
It's something day to day in the life we're living
Lovers come and lovers go but friends are hard to find
Yes I can count all mine on one finger

So I sing for everyone who feels there's no way out
So maybe if you all shout someone will hear you
Listen to them shout

The distance that's between us, it just never seems to change
There's a whole mountain range of misunderstanding

So I sing for everyone who feels there's no way out
So maybe if you all shout someone will hear you
Listen to them shout

El Debtris

El baile del dinero, lo que cuestan las cosas.

Fuente: Information is beautiful

A las diosas del amor

Afró, Tambú

Afró, Tambú,
Zadüíngara, Júmbara, Semelé,

Señora del amor,
la del vientre azul,
paloma de oro y madre de rosas, tú
ungida de sudor de mirra,
diosa del mar de risueño llanto,
Afró, Tambú,
Zadüíngara, Júmbara, Semelé,

Tú que en tus pechos das a pacer 
a cien asnos en celo
abrevas del corazón
de la granada de tu cuerpo
larga la sed de los paraísos,
Afró, Tambú,
Zadüíngara, Júmbara, Semelé

Señora escúchame: a mi rezo tú
la santa oreja vuelve: y haz venir
  aquí a mi casa, aquí a mis brazos,
a Maraliló la de mansos ojos.
Afró, Tambú,
Zadüíngara, Júmbara, Semelé

Y por tu mano tráela, tu mano pon
en su cintura y tráela, así como un
aliento de canela empuja
mástil en flor por el mar antiguo,
Afró, Tambú,
Zadüíngara, Júmbara y Semelé.

Agustín García Calvo y Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio

 

 

Agustín García Calvo, Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio y Amancio Prada en el Teatro Español. Canciones y soliloquios. Ciclo Intérpretes Musicales, nº 3. Madrid, 19 y 20 de Noviembre de 1982.

Fear Loves This Place

So a man struck a woman again
and a veil descended from above,
the reasons they cried out
but it was no time for crying,
it was the shaking of the world.

We're living one hell of a heaven,
Deliver one world at one take.
You hear me crying out, yeah yeah I'm praying
Fear loves this place.

Sheer determination, I walk those miles,
pitiful, microscopic nobody.
Woman, even the night is keeping me alive.
One is gone and one is back.
The little sister cries
and the babe lies on the doorstep,
along with something that you lack.

We're living one hell of a heaven,
Deliver one world at one take.
You hear me crying out, yeah yeah I'm praying
Fear loves this place.

Aaaahhhh
Breathe in and out
O lord its coming to me tonight
peaceful the knives inside me still...

We're living one hell of a heaven,
Deliver one world at one take.
You hear me crying out, yeah yeah I'm praying
Fear loves this place.

We're living one hell of a heaven,
Deliver one world at one take.
You hear me crying out, yeah yeah I'm praying
Fear loves this place.

Dragging me by my hair....

Julian Cope

La medios dicen que llueve

Panic

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play

On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ

Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ

 Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJHang the DJ, Hang the DJ

Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJHang the DJ, Hang the DJ

Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJHang the DJ

The Smiths

 A story circulated as the basis for the song is that days before recording the song, Marr and Morrissey were listening to BBC Radio One when a news report announced the Chernobyl disaster. Straight afterwards, disc jockey Steve Wright played the song "I'm Your Man" by pop duo Wham!. "I remember actually saying, 'What the fuck does this got to do with people's lives?'" Marr recalled. "We hear about Chernobyl, then, seconds later, we're expected to jump around to 'I'm Your Man'". While Marr subsequently stated that the account was exaggerated, he commented that it was a likely influence on Morrissey's lyrics. The band even commissioned a t-shirt featuring Wright's portrait and the phrase "Hang the DJ!"
Extracted from Wikipedia

Different Kinds of Money

Where does all the time go?

Where does all the time go?

I found that where it goes to
It goes to a hole in the ground that I found
I wanna go there with you

Where does all the time go?
That's what you wanted to know
I found where the time goes
It goes into a hole in the ground
I wanna get some to you

If you wanna get back the time you where standing in line
I got some, it's free
Just come with me

Where does all that time goes?
That's what they'd like to say
It collapsed up but I got a clue
I can get some
Just stay with me

Where does all the time go?

I found that where the time goes

It went into xxx I'm gonna go the right place and bring some to you

If you want some of that time that you spent standing in line

Then come with me

Yeah, I got some time, it's free

You see, people say time rushes by

Life rushes by, the years go so fast and then nothing last

Well, I found some time

It's in a place, its frozen
Where everything is new, yeah

And I'm not gonna keep it to myself, noway

I'm gonna give it to you

If you wanna get back some time that you spent standing in line

Yeah, come with me

I got some time, it's free

Oh, yeah, I do

Just for you

Chain and The Gang