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Escuchar Banda Llano Verde (Sones Michoacanos) ::Disco Nuevo::2011::


Letras

Everyone Hates Ned Flanders (Simpsons)

Homer: Everybody in the USA,
Hates their stupid neighbor,
He's Flanders and he's really, really lame...
Flanders tried to wreck my song,
His views on birth control are wrong,
I hate his guts and Flanders is his name.

Lenny/Carl/Homer: F-L-A-N-R-D-S,
Homer: He's the man that I hate best,
I'd like to see his house go up in flames.

Lenny/Carl: F-L-A,
Homer: His name is Ned!
Lenny/Carl: E-R-S,
Homer: That's a stupid name!
He's worse than Frankenstein or Dr. No.

Byrne: You can't upset him even slightly,
He just smiles and nods politely,
Then goes home and worships nightly,
His Leftorium, is an emporium, of woe!

Lenny/Carl: F-L-A,
Homer: Don't yell at Ned!
Lenny/Carl: D-E-R,
Homer: His wife is dead!
Everybody hates that stupid jerk!

Byrne: Springfield rocks with Homer's joyous loathing,
Filling clubs with angry Valentinos,
You don't have to move your feet,
Just hate Flanders to the disco beat.
Homer/Byrne: He's your perky, peppy, nightmare neighborino!
If you despise polite left-handers,
Homer/Byrne/Flanders: Then I doubt you'll like Ned Flanders
Or his creepy little offspring, Rod and Todd.
Todd: That's us!
Rod: Hooray!

Audience: F-L-A,
Apu: His name is Ned,
Audience: E-R-S,
Apu: He is so white bread,
Choir: A smiling moustache geek who walks with God!

I Love To Walk (Simpsons)

Homer: I like to walk down the avenue,
Bust a move with Disco Stu.
Stu: You shake me from my bootie to my fro.
Homer: Yes I strut down the boulevard,
Burning off my excess lard,
I rarely feel the need to utter D'oh!
Top o' the mornin' ladies!
Patty: Bite us.

Homer: I can walk from Springfield to Alaska,
Then hop out with the stars in Malibu.
Steve: Hi Homer, I'm actor Steve Buscemi.
Homer: The guy who got fed into the wood-chipper in Fargo?
Homer: And when I hear:
Turkmen: You can't walk to Turkmenistan!
Homer: I say of course I can - screw you.
(The Turkmen brandish knives)
Steve: Hey, would you guys like tickets to the Independent Film Awards?
Turkmen: Would we!?

Homer: Oh I love to perambulate,
It's standing still I really hate.
So let me please reiterate,
I love to-- (Marge runs him over) D'oh!!

Pretty Lush (GlassJaw)

I draw them on reckless,
etched in,
scratched in like resurrection.
Your sins are killing you
and you can bet they'll get me too.
I've got to give some to get some.

Mining in the river
Standing in the rain.
Down on your knees
As you heave at the drain.

You can lead a whore to water
and bet she'll drink and follow orders.
And I said, "Is this what you wanted?"
"Is this what you needed?"
Give it some more time.

Tonight I'm going to a party,
but it's already started without me.
I aced philosophy
and mastered the art of spiritual phase.
I've got to give some to get some.

The disco ball spins away another year.
I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year.

Only three words come to mind.

Buenos Aires (Patti LuPone)

What's new Buenos Aires?
I'm new--I want to say I'm just a little stuck on you
You'll be on me too!
I get out here Buenos Aires
Stand back--you ought to know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt, overdo me
Let me dance to your beat, make it loud. let it hurt, run it through me
Don't hold back you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm staying
Hello Buenos Aires!
Get this--just look at me, dressed up somewhere to go
We'll put on a show!
Take me in at your flood, give me speed, give me lights, set me humming
Shoot me up with your blood, wine me up with your nights, watch me coming
All I want is a whole lot of excess
Tell the singer this is where I'm playing
Stand back Buenos Aires!
Because you ought to know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
And if ever I go too far
It's because of the things you are
Beautiful town--I love you
And if I need a moment's rest
Give your lover the very best
Real eiderdown--and silence
You're a tramp, you're a treat, you will shine to the death, you are shoddy
But you're flesh, you are meat, you shall have every breath in my body
Put me down for a lifetime of success
Give me credit--I'll find ways of paying
Rio de la Plata!
Florida!
Corrientes!
Nueve de Julio!
All I want to know!
Stand back Buenos Aires!
Because you oughta know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of star quality!

Joe's Garage (Frank Zappa)

Central Scrutinizer:
We take you now to a garage in Canoga Park

Larry:
(It makes its own sauce . . . if you add water)

Joe:
It wasn't very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the Dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said
"Fender Champ"
And a second-hand guitar
It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar

Larry:
We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin'
His dad was mad
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like . . .

Hey!
Down in Joe's Garage
We didn't have no dope or LSD
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin' over 'n over
Became a symphony
We could play it again 'n again 'n again
Cause it sounded good to me
ONE MORE TIME!

We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin',
"TURN IT DOWN!"
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone

We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin' the band together
'N we figured that we should
'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
They'd all come over 'n dance around like . . .

So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
'N we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits
'N Beatle Boots
'N a sign on the back of the car
'N we was ready to work in a GO-GO Bar
ONE TWO THREE FOUR
LET'S SEE IF YOU'VE GOT SOME MORE!

People seemed to like our song
They got up 'n danced 'n made a lotta noise
An' it wasn't 'fore very long
A guy from a company we can't name
Said we oughta take his pen
'N sign on the line for a real good time
But he didn't tell us when
These "good times" would be somethin'
That was really happenin'
So the band broke up
An' it looks like
We will never play again . . .

Joe:
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Turn it down!
Turn it DOWN!
I have children sleeping here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?

Joe:
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy Metal 'n Glitter Rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin' high
'N then they got that Disco thing
'N New Wave came along
'N all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in "Joe's Garage"
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the . . .

Central Scrutinizer:
The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the WHITE ZONE . . .

Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by, yeah
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm calling THE POLICE!

Joe:
So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I did it!

Joe:
So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
They'll be here . . . shortly!

Joe:
By, by, the years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm not joking around anymore!

Officer Butzis:
Come out!
We have the garage surrounded

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you, neither

Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
You'll see now!
There they are, they're coming!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We will not harm you

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Listen to that mess, would you!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded

Mrs. Borg:
Every day this goes on around here!

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
We will not harm you
Or maim you
(SWAT Team 4, move in!)

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
He used to cut my grass . . .
He was a very nice boy . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Come out with your hands up

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . .
That was Joe's first confrontation with The Law.
Naturally, we were easy on him.
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut . . . and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities.

Uknowhowwedu (Bahamadia)





VERSE I



LANDSCAPIN MENTALLY SHAPIN' LOOKIN AT MY GUCCI IT'S ABOUT THAT TIME

REPRESENT MY PEOPLES ON THE ILL-A-DEL SIDE LIVE LIKE MY 93 SH*T FUNK

VIBE I USED IMAGINATION LIKE HANSOUL MASTER LIKE VIC WITH THE OFF BEAT

FLOW A LADY LIKE B IN STER-RE-ERIE-O RAPS WAY BACK AT THE PLAT. WIT

SUPER BAD DISCO USE TO DO THE FREAK THE PATTY DUKE AND GIGGALO DA

AFTERMIDNIGHT ON THE WEEKEND (HO) YOU REMEMBER WE 3D WITH STEADY B

NUFF RESPECT GO TO YVETTE MONEY PSK MIZ ON PAUSE DELAY MC JEWEL T

ROCKED RIDE THE CROSS FADE BREEZE FROM NAH BOTTOM

DISCOMBOBBABOOBALATE, CERRONE WAS DA BREAK IF YOU WAS DIGGIN' IN NAH CRATES



(You Know How We Do)



VERSE II



DA YOUNGSTAs BE MAKIN CREWS POP DIVINE BEINGS GOT DA TRUE SOUND OF

HIP-HOP MAN CALLED LUX FLIPPED ON NAH BOOM BOX (MAD) PROPS TO

RUGGEDNESS LYRICAL TERRORISTS FUNKY RHYMIN' LIKE E-B-S CRUSH NATION

WITH DEM NIGS SNOOZE B AND JAZZ FRESH EASIN' BACK AND LET IT HIT CHA

RUMBLETOWN MIXTURE ITS MERDAH WIT DA HYPNOTIC RUDE GIRL BACK TO BACK

GHETTO PUN THA SCRATCH BATTLE STAR GALACK COSMIC ABSTRAXX DA FIRST OUT

DA LIMO WAS THAT NIGGA CHARLIE MACK WEST PHILS REPRESENT K-D WHERE'S

IT AT CUZ WE NOT TAKIN' NO SHORTS MORE YUUP - YUUP TO THA REBELS TO

PAN AND DICE RAW...



Verse III



(Shout Outs and Rock - Rock Ons)




Boogie Down (Beenie Man)

Intro:
Yeah...

Chorus:
Woman a scream and a boogie down pon di dance floor
A ask di selector fi more
Compultory mek yuh hear a shot bus' fi sure
Because di place full up a hardcore
Man and woman have fun although wi poor
Nuff mouth get fed and gun haffi store
How di hell yuh fi waan' only mek noise when a music mek nuff skull nuh bore ?

Verse 1:
Ask them!
Have you ever tek a tracks dung a Brayton...
Fi hear Classics sound a boogie down?
Di same people politics operate music mek dem all gather round
Well, yuh nuh si this dancehall business gone to zero
Every champion sound ina di business tun disco
Yuh nuh have nuh more King champion sound outta road weh a play weh fi bus nuh more hero
How some guys wonder how yuh hear bout Johnny Ringo?
A from Gemini and di Great Volcano
King Jammy's, King Tubby's, and Heat Wave, dem deh sound come bout as dancehall hero... but

Chorus

Verse 2:
Well hey...
Mi nah watch no face
I will turn down di bass
But music haffi ina di place....yes
Poor people get vex
'Cause wi done mark wi X
No music, no election nuh flex
Hey....
This is di way Government respond
After reggae music just tek over France
Poor people media and food for substance
Check Sunsplash for instance....but

PANIC (RANK) (The Smiths)

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
Or 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 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


Thankyou ...

PANIC (The Smiths)

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 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 DJ

Luz Do Sol (Caetano Veloso)

Luz do sol
Que a folha traga e traduz
Em verde novo
Em folha, em graça, em vida, em força, em luz

Céu azul que vem
Até onde os pés tocam a terra
E a terra inspira e exala seus azuis

Reza, reza o rio
Córrego pro rio e o rio pro mar
Reza a correnteza, roça a beira, doura a areia
Marcha o homem sobre o chão
Leva no coração uma ferida acesa
Dono do sim e do não
Diante da visão da infinita beleza
Finda por ferir com a mão essa delicadeza
A coisa mais querida, a glória da vida

Luz do sol
Que a folha traga e traduz
Em verde novo
Em folha, em graça, em vida, em força, em luz


Video


Aqui Les Dejo Lo Mas Nuevo de La Banda Llano Verde de Zirahuen La Nueva Nueva Sones Michoacanos Disco Nuevo 2011.




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