Mother Earth's not a virgin anymore

Double Vegetation

So freaked out
So humiliated
I feel outclassed
I feel overrated

Why did you & me both stand in line?
He said "I want you"
Each day we get closer to the big bad fire

I looked down at the sickness in you
Your hands reach out for my location
But you're so lost in the things you do
That you're caught in the double vegetation

Invent to conceal
All the holes in your heart
Oh, we discussed & discussed
Your disgusting routine

Why did you & me both stand in line?
He said "I want you"
Each day we get closer to the big bad fire

I looked down at the sickness in you
Your hands reaching out for my location
But you're so lost in the things you do
That you're caught in the double vegetation

Julian Cope

You can get it if you really want

You can get it if you really want,
You can get it if you really want,
You can get it if you really want,
but you must try, try and try,
try and try,
you'll succeed at last.

Persecution you must bear,
win or lose, you got to get your share,
You've got your mind set on a dream,
you can get it, though hard it may seem, now.

Refrain

I know it - listen
Rome was not built in a day,
Opposition will come your way,
but the harder the battle you see,
it's the sweeter the victory, now.

Jimmy Cliff

Know your enemy

Shut up and row

Oh Lord you've got the megatons,

Your hatchet men ride 'round with guns

The money flows, the girls are young
Your slaves row fast into the sun

And you say,
Shut up and row you stupid fucks,

Shut up and row

row, row, row

East River Pipe

Shut Up and Row

Estafados global y totalmente

Es-ta-fa

Dos por una

Esto es una ES-TA-FA

Todos a una

Esto es una ES-TA-FA

ES-TA-FA-TAL

Barcelona ES-TA-FA-TAL

La cosa ES-TA-FA-TAL

La tele ES-TA-FA-TAL

La moda ES-TA-FA-TAL
La gente ES-TA-FA-TAL

El mundo ES-TA-FA-TAL

España ES-TA-FA-TAL

La música... ¡¡ESTÁ FATAL!!

ES-TA-FA

Dos por una

Esto es una ES-TA-FA

Todos a una

Esto es una ES-TA-FA

Hidrogenesse

El resarcimiento de los daños y perjuicios al alma

Who'll pay reparations on my soul?

Many suggestions
And documents written.
Many directions
For the end that was given.
They gave us
Pieces of silver and pieces of gold.
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter’s cold. Now
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain’t got no job (no job, no job).
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
And now that I want to be a man (be a man)
who can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
What about the red man
Who met you at the coast?
You never dig sharing;
Always had to have the most.
And what about Mississippi,
The boundary of old?
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter’s cold.
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?
Who’ll pay reparations,
‘Cause I don’t dig segregation, but I
can’t get integration
I got to take it to the United Nations,
Someone to help me away from this nation.
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Gill Scott-Heron

El timo de la libertad

The American Ruse

They told you in school about freedom 

But when you try to be free they never let ya
They said "it's easy , nothing to it"
And now the army's out to get ya

Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses
I'm sick and tired of paying these dues
And i'm finally getting hip to the American ruse

I learned to say the pledge of allegiance
Before they beat me bloody down at the station
They haven't got a word out of me since
I got a billion years probation

Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses
I'm sick and tired of paying these dues
And i'm sick to my guts of the American ruse

Phony stars, oh no! crummy cars, oh no!
Cheap guitars, oh no! Joe's primitive bar... nah!

Rock'em back, Sonic!

The way they pull you over it's suspicious
Yeah, for something that just ain't your fault
If you complain they're gonna get vicious
Kick in the teeth and charge you with assault
Yeah, but i can see the chickens coming home to roost
Young people everywhere are gonna cook their goose
Lots of kids are working to get rid of these blues
cause everybody's sick of the American ruse

Well well well, take a look around!

Well well well, take a look around!

Well well well, take a look around!

Well well well, take a look around!

Well well well, take a look around!

MC5

Animalandia eres tú

Vos estim a tots igual

Tenc un zoo dins ca meva,
ses lleones se "jalen" sa penya,
ses goril.les mengen herba,
realment són bones ties

I ses àguiles marines
són més putes que ses gallines,
sa gallina diu que no,
que és més puta es gorrió

Perquè sou uns animals,
perquè sou es meus germans,
perquè sou tan irreals,
vos estim a tots igual

I es canaris sedentaris
tornen "locos" dins sa gàbia,
i ses guàtleres, què bones,
sempre n'he de dur de noves

I es mussol sap metafísica
i sa física no falla,
què difícil separar
ses coales des "coals"!

Des meus vidres entelats,
des meu cel insuficient,
de carrers abandonats,
d'arbres tan indiferents

Perquè sou uns animals,
perquè sou es meus germans,
perquè sou tan irreals,
vos estim a tots igual

Ses "mones" en es arbres
mengen plàtans de Canàries,
ses cotorres discuteixen,
es mussol fa tres capades

I de serps no en vull ni veure
que m'espanten ses clientes,
unes nines que se pensen
que la Verge nom Esteve

Perquè sou irracionals,
perquè sou elementals,
perquè sou de mar i cel
i terrestres com es fang

Perquè sou uns animals,
perquè sou es meus germans,
perquè sou tan irreals,
vos estim a tots igual

Des meus vidres entelats,
des meu cel insuficient,
de carrers abandonats,
d'arbres tan indiferents

Perquè sou uns animals,
perquè sou es meus germans,
perquè sou tan irreals,
vos estim a tots igual

Antònia Font

Happy times for the bureaucracy

Government Center

Well we've got alot alot alot of hard work today
We gotta rock at the government center
Make the secretaries feel better
When they put those stamps on the letters

And they got alot alot alot of great desks and chairs
Uh huh, at the government center
We gotta make the secretaries feel better
When they put those stamps on all those letters

We gotta rock-a rock-a rock-a nonstop tonight
Uh huh, at the government center
Make the secretaries feel better
When they put the stamps on the letters

Won't stop until we see secretaries smile
We gotta see some office boys, they're jumpin' for joy
Tell old Mr. Ayhern (?), "Calm down a while.
You know that's the only way the center is ever gonna get better."

So let's rock-a rock-a rock-a nonstop tonight
Uh huh, at the government center
Make the secretaries feel better
When they put the stamps on the letters
We're gonna make 'em feel better
Oh look out

We're gonna help them out (Make them feel better - repeat)
Take all our equipment
Do rock & roll
That's right
Use that feeling inside, we're gonna transmit
Those secretaries will have to stand up, and not be able to sit
Oh it's gonna be fun, oh we won't get scared, we can't keep it down
Oh that feelin' inside we're gonna transmit it to life
Baby, aw modern dancin'
Yeah, yeah

The Modern Lovers

Fandango republicano

Mientras que haya un hambriento
Que no hablen de igualdad
Mientras que haya un hambriento
Ya se encarga el capital
La monarquía y el clero
Que haya desigualdad

Como buen republicano
Tengo las ideas muy claras
Como buen republicano
Ya está bien de tantas lacras
Que llevan miles de años
Viviendo de otras espaldas

De cachorro lo aprendí
A orientarme con el viento
De cachorro lo aprendí
Ahora que soy perro viejo
Me es más fácil distinguir
A los lobos desde lejos

Se le nota en la mirada
Al que es tonto, tonto, tonto
Se le nota en la mirada
Y al falso con mala sangre
No le acierta la jugada
Ni su puñetera madre

Nos enseñan a matar
Mucho más que a sembrar un árbol
Nos enseñan a matar
Y los que nos revelamos
Sólo nos queda gritar
Ni guerra, ni dios, ni amo

El mar presume de hondura
Y el tiempo de su saber
El mar presume de hondura
El viento de su poder
La tierra de su estatura
Y el hombre no sé de qué

Le he cantado a casi todo
Lo que me ha dado que pensar
Le he cantado a casi todo
Y ahora le voy a cantar
A la que nunca existió
La paloma de la paz

Piden tierra y se la niegan
Tierra para trabajar
Piden tierra y se la niegan
Hay otros que piden más
Armas para hacer la guerra

Y a esos sí que se las dan

El Cabrero