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Escuchar Ignacio Lopez Tarso - Gabino Barrera (Version Original)


Letras

All Your Good Friends (Herbert Grönemeyer)

who will lend you ready cash?
all your old friends
who will want it back like that?
all your good friends
who will keep your secrets safe
put all of their problems on your plate?
all your good friends

who can see the real you?
all your old friends
who sticks their oar in everything you do?
all your good friends

who helps you fill the pool coupons in
but then won't pay you when you win?
all good friends do
your good old friends do

they're always there to count on
they'd do anything for you
oh, if only there were time
you'd surely miss them
they talk without a pause for breath
with all the latest gossip
until your ears go deaf

who has always believed in you?
all your good friends
they never said, they just thought you knew...
all your good friends

they've known you since you were knee-high
as they tell every passer-by...
all your friends here, your good old friends here

when you're past the worst of it
you only want to life it up a bit -
they come to you then with deals to sign
because you all have a real good time
oh, they're always at the door
oh, they're always going to let you know the score
oh, you and your girlfriend just can't be alone
they're at the entry-phone !

Chaos (English Version) (Herbert Grönemeyer)

theories beer tastes flat
propaganda bread's stale
pray for a winner
church endgame failed
the world kicks its doors down
info slashes with its claw
confusions becoming law

frontiers are see through
clear thinking is mud
in the techno weed bed
savage roses bud
our culture is in shambles
our sanity's in hock
answers are running amok

like beggars in the market
pretending to be blind
in following the string home
all order will unwind

we beat our wings
but we're not flying
we are falling, falling
can't hear sense because we're deafened
by disorder calling
like a dream we turn and toss
but all is chaos

death will bring rest to us all
death will bring rest to us all

final curtain is torn up
see the play start again
but let's have no grey script
for the joy of grey men
there must be some brand new ark
to torpedo with our votes
replace it with ballot paper boats

all differences are washed out
ideologies will blend
our pockets may be brimming
but it's cash that we can't spend

we beat our wings . . .

nature's had enough now
and she'll hit us where it hurts
we have to stand and walk straight
no more riding on her skirt

we beat our wings . . .

So Close To Falling (Herbert Grönemeyer)

light breaks on the horizon
the ebbing on the flood
finally out of the clutches
pick myself up from mud

the scales fallen from my eyes now
dark clouds pass away
no bitter taste left in my mouth
and i can breathe again

can look myself in the mirror
while shaving you from my face
and i'll not be your victim
i've escaped
all of my senses gave me good warning
every signal flashed alarm -
my mind slept under narcosis
for you seemed so soft and warm

well-schooled to be irresistible
your world's one of constant schemes
the mistress of deft seduction
too devious for me

you tempted me beyond reason
as with relish you played your game
to your rules - double cross, deceit and shame
you toyed with me in many ways

so close to falling
but by the skin of my teeth
at the very last moment
i've escaped you
from your spider's web i'm free

you sucked the air out slowly from my lungs
with each new set of your desperate lies
with kisses you wove your sorcery...
i believed you time after time

filled my vains with a tempestuous madness
loved me till i was dizzy and blind
then froze me out with dispassion
you're poison of a deadly kind -

deliberately you manoeuvred me
as your prey, the net was cast
and for your killer instinct the coup de grace
but that will never come...

so close to...

all your tricks just don't work now
i've learned to stand up staight
i've seen right through your cover just in time -
i won't see you again

Vortex (Alternate Version) (Megadeth)

Internal terrorisms
Multiple personalities
Inside the screams were deafening
Outside in silent agony
Curse coming down
A maelstrom of plagues
Medieval as Merlin
A pact for power was made
Mephistophelian transaction
A virgin soul, the price was paid
Scouring the days
The vortex of pain
A telestic message to you all
Writtin in torment
Howl out your dirges
Like a sonic blast
Distorted faces
Twisting in rage
Butt you head against the horns of the ram
You're tortured to appease

Moment Of Truth (org. Radio Version) (BT)

Bona fide!
I'm here to testify
That we can all get by
We all need a little love

Understand
We all need a helping hand
Come on, tell your fellow man
We all need a little love

Sometimes we're oceans apart
But I know deep in my heart
That it is time to refrain
Stop the hate and the pain

Come together as one
For the hour has come
It's the moment of truth
(Moment of Truth)
It's the chance we must use
We win or we lose in this moment of truth

Purified
We have all testified
And now we're side by side
And givin' lots of love

Understand
God made the perfect plan
So, show your felliw man
Let's all give a lot of love
Love, love, love

Now is the time to come together
Turn out the darkness for forever
Goodness and trust is what we treasure
All we need is love

Mad World (Extended Version) (Tears For Fears)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World, Mad World, Mad World, Mad World

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World, they're watching you now, Mad World

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

Comin' 2 America (Ludacris)

The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit

Yeah mother**ers! Welcome to the United States of America.
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty
when you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this
nigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches!

[Ludacris]
These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!
They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang
Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly
It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli
Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles
And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines
I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash
And even got my coats bumped up to first class
I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

Man ** that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get
a nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real.
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;
man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain't
hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris.
'Cris, f'real man. ** YOU NIGGA, MAN ** YOU!

[Ludacris]
** you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE
You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three amigos
I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo
But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo
I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO
Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles

Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause
he is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be
**in with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I used
to just (?) now home come through he want filters a purple,
he want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it
man, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with,
yaseewhatI'msayin?

[Ludacris]
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack
See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that
Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know
Shady Park you heard just don't go
Quick to flip the bird up po'-po'
Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!
Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
** all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there? Mother**ers it's Poppa Bear
Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare
Come on, FIRE! And you know I can't stop 'til I re-TIRE!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES!
Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackin
In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action
Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT
Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT

I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma let you know
it's real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five,
and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road
fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem
real niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave!
Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin down that
ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get
to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at!
Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.

No Guarantee (Herbert Grönemeyer)

if it's all a tasteless sandwich
we're the filling in between
much is said, but much is left out

and the table creaks asunder
all the bullshit and the blunder
and they've a plan for when it breaks
i've no doubt

we're packing in our trolleys
groceries by megaton
buying all, but needing none
like pigs we loosen buttons
with the piety of gluttons
and strength through joys evading everyone

kiss me as i mount my tank
two of us against the bank
like a poet's words, alas, alack!
what will happen, wait and see
i bought you and you bought me
that's the kind of goods you can't take back

for there's no guarantee
no love eternally
there's only here, there's only now
this very second's all we've got
strike while the iron's hot
for we're all worms beneath the plough
we're all worms beneath the plough

with all the facts considered
there's not much to laugh about
the situation's dour and tense
well the tv expert speaks
like a leather sofa squeaks
shame, our flatulence will make more sense

now i beg on bended knee
together let us free
we'll take it up against the wall
if you want, i'll cheat and lie
don't be afraid to fly
when i'm losing it, i'll simply withdraw

for there's no guarantee...

Marie (French Version) (Herbert Grönemeyer)

MARIE (FRENCH VERSION)

sur ton visage aucun secret
rien de plus que le plaisir...
ton regard plein d'insolence
connait tous les mystères d'un sourire
et ta force comme le vent
souffle chaque moment de détresse
avec tell'ment d'énergie
que parfois même elle blesse

pas un mot pour se parler
pas un geste, mais tout est dit
irresistiblement attirante
comme le v'lours de tes yeux marines
qui fait briller la lampe
sur mes nuits...de spleen...
quand le bleu me manque
laisse-moi...devenir ton ile

tu fais vibrer tout mon espace
tu sais la magie des instants
ta chaleur peut briser
même les coeurs de glace
je t'aime...si fort...marie

tu es trop bells pour être vraie
si douce et si fragile...
mais ton pouvoir est si grand
près de toi tout parait inutile
tu m'as rendu si faible...
pourtant je me sens bien
exception de ma règle:
c'est toi sevle...sinon rien

tu fais...

ta tête sur mon épaule
c'est plus fort qu'une drogue
chaque moment, même tout petit
est bien plus grand
que le temps qui trace une vie
donne tout...marie

tu fais...


msa

STRETCH OUT AND WAIT (VERSION 2) (The Smiths)

On the high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?

Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the Eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how ** implores you
To let yourself lose yourself


Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down


As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(I really don't know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(I really don't know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, I don't know
What I do know is we're Here and it's Now


So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When there's no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait


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