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

The Whole Point of No Return

The lords and ladies pass a ruling
That sons and girls go hand in land
From good stock and the best breeding
Paid for by the servile class
Who have been told all lie in state
To bow down forth and face their fate
It's so easy.
So, so easy

All righteousness did build thy arrow
To shoot it straight into their lies
Who would expect the mighty sparrow
Could rid our world of all their kind?

Rising up and taking back
The property of every man
Oh it's easy.
So, so easy

Rising up to break this thing
From family trees the dukes do swing
Just one blow to scratch the itch
The law's made for and by the rich
It would be easy.
So, so easy.

The Style Council

Si votas, no te quejes

Fight Them Back

I'd like to write a letter to you all,
And the contents will ensure that I must fall.
I gathered all you people here today,
to have to read aloud the words i cannot say.
The words, you see, are written in my blood
I scratched them as you pushed me in the mud
I feel sad to say the words here that must fall,
upon my lips, you see I fucking hate you all.
YOU GET UP, FIGHT THEM BACK
A FIST, A BOOT AND A BASEBALL BAT

A weapon has been drawn upon your face since you were born.
Not in shining steel but all their currency, its porn
It wants you and desire's you and it draws you through its gate.
As the heavy doors behind you slam, i hope its not too late.
Do you never think to gaze inside a book?
And run your eyes across the life this money took.
At what point do you think its time to act?
Will it be the loaded muzzle on your door that makes a crack?
YOU GET UP, FIGHT THEM BACK

Steve Mason

Dealing with trash

Certain Kinds of Trash

Certain kinds of trash 
you just don't see them any more

Certain kinds of trash aren't around any more
You just don't see them, oh, oh
Certain kinds of trash are on the floor 
People don't need them, oh, oh
You just don't see them
No, no, no 
You just dont see 'em, oh, oh
People don't need them
No, no, no
You just don't see them, oh, oh

Things like hot tops from a 12 hours can (?)
You just don't see them, oh, oh
Cigarette holders in coloured sand (?)
You just don't see them, oh, oh
Pieces of magnetic tape cut in a tree
These are the things that I love to see
You just don't see them
Oh, no, no 
You just don't see them
Uh! C'mon!

Certain kinds of trash aren't aound any more
You just don't see them, oh, oh
Certain kinds of trash are on the floor 
People don't need them, oh, oh
You just don't see them
No, no, no 
You just dont see 'em, oh, oh

 People don't need them
No, no, no
You just don't see them, oh, oh

Things like cloth diapers and old milk cans
You just don't see them, oh, oh
xxx and tv xxx
 You just don't see them, oh, oh
Get a paper crumple into a bow
These are the things that you don't see at all
You just don't see them
Oh, no, no 
You just don't see them
Uh! C'mon!
Certain kinds of trash 
You just don't see them any more

Certain kinds of trash

 ...

Chain and The Gang

Hell is an open door

Hell is an open door
C'mon everybody get in
Hell is an open door
Don't miss your chance to sin

Can't be a no one (x 4)

East River Pipe