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Escuchar Celia Cruz, Johnny Pacheco, Justo Betancourt & Papo Lucca - Vamos a Guarachar (HQ Audio)


Letras

Lo Poco Que Te Queda (Snake)

Cuando nadie te quiere escuchar,
caminas a oscuras por los bordes de tu abismo y te caes,
te cortas la piel una vez mas,
no es un accidente,
vos lo haces por liberarte y no lloras
mientras tu lengua sin sabor
y esa mirada de cristal
te hacen traicionar

lo poco que te queda...

Y una cruz se mueve en el altar,
por tus pensamientos que resuenan en tu mente sin parar,
mientras tu lengua sin sabor,
y esa mirada de cristal
te hacen traicionar
cada vez mas

Los aires de grandeza, te nublan la cabeza
y vas quedando en soledad,
no te sentis tan especial

Poderosa y envuelta en un disfraz,
haces cualquier cosa, vos sabes cambiar de personalidad,
mientras tu lengua sin sabor,
y esa mirada de cristal
te hacen traicionar....

*-* Rodrigo *-*
Montevideo - Uruguay

Dos Cruces (Nana Mouskouri)

Sevilla tuvo que ser
Con su lunita estrellada
Testigo de nuestro amor
Bajo la noche calalda.
Y nos quisimos los dos
Con un amor sin pecado,
Pero el destino ha querido
Que vivamos separados.

Estan clavadas dos cruces
En el monte del olvido
Por dos amores que han muerto
Sin haberse comprendido.
Estan clavadas dos cruces
En el monte del olvido
Por dos amores que han muerto
Que son el tuyo y el mio.

¡Ay! barrio de Santa Cruz
¡Ay! plaza de Doña Elvira
Os vuelvo yo a recordar
Y me parece mentira
Ya todo aquello pasó,
Todo quedó en el olvido
Nuestras promesas de amores
En el aire se han perdido.

Estan clavadas dos cruces
En el monte del olvido
Por dos amores que han muerto
Sin haberse comprendido.
Estan clavadas dos cruces
En el monte del olvido
Por dos amores que han muerto
Que son el tuyo y el mio.


Que son el tuyo y el mio.

Fashion Victim (Compliments Of Gus)

He sits alone in his world
Ideas filling his brain
Writing his book on good looks
To bring his theory acclaim
It seems to him that his friends
Are only in sight
When he's shouting the drinks
And he's looking just right

Jonathon Greythorn
Had looks to die for
Perfect ab, anti flab
Plastic hair on
GQ cover was the aim
Johnny G. his new name
Maybe a film or a part
that would lead to his fame

This is a song of cliches
Like bad year ten poetry
What's wrong with plagiary?
Have you seen my face lately
My brand new identity
Now I've become my cliche

She spends twelve hours each week
Studying performing arts
Twenty two hours each week serving drinks at a bar
Every spare minute she takes
to try and hone her craft
Praying for the break
that will make a star

Cute curved Katy
Was the envy of all
She made a statement
getting drunk at the end of year ball
Looked in a mirror
But it wasn't her there
Didn't see herself
without styled hair.

This is a song of cliches
Like bad year ten poetry
What's wrong with plagiary?
Have you seen my face lately
My brand new identity
Now I've become my cliche

Wrecking Ball (Gillian Welch)

Look out boys, 'cause I'm a rollin' stone
That's what I was when I first left home
I took every secret that I'd ever known
And headed for the wall
Like a wrecking ball

Started down on the road to sin
Playin' bass under a pseudonym
The days were rough, and it's all quite dim
But my mind cuts through it all
Like a wrecking ball

Oh, just a little deadhead
Who is watching, who is watching
I's just a little deadhead

I won a dollar on a scholarship
Well, I got tired and let my average slip
Then I's a farmer in the pogonip
Of a weed that I recall
Was like a wrecking ball

Met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin
She showed me colors I'd never seen
Drank the bottom out of my canteen
Then left me in the fall
Like a wrecking ball

Standin' there, in the morning mist
A Jack & Coke at the end my wrist
I remember when first we kissed
'Though it was nothing at all
Like a wrecking ball

Hey boys, a little deadhead
Who's watching, who's watching
I's just a little deadhead

With too much trouble for me to shake
Oh, the weather and the blindin' ache
Was ridin' high until the '89 quake
Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
Like a wrecking ball

Cough Syrup (Butthole Surfers)

She played for the angels
I played for the tribe
The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded
There was big my arm a line
Big my all the time yeah
There was big my arm a line
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
I was in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine had told me that the work upon my only
No there were no point at all
There was big fire in the hall yeah
There weren't no points at all
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say
I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away
Lock stuck in barrel all the dogs were gone in farrel and the car ran like a broken perculator
His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard
There was big my arm a line
And I heard that his brother was a viking
He liked to settle a problem with a gun
If you want to know the facts you gotta teach him how to act
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter
I'd like to sail a ship into the sun
If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Boon
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I know that your mother is a farter
I heard she's got connections with the mob
If you wanna learn the fight you gotta drink up all the light
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter
I'd like to see your work go up and burn
If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I hate cough syrup and I hate fruity (mirror?)
And I hate cough syrup it's screwed
You wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Boof
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I hate cough syrup it's screwed

Curao Manejo Mejor (Los Mox!)

Parto con pela' forro
Muy rápido corro
Ya nadie me puede parar
Dados colgando 'el espejo
Palanca 'e cangrejo
Y mi copiloto es Satán

Ooh ooh
Le meto chala
Ooh ooh
Voy como bala
Ooh ooh
Tengo el control
Curao manejo mejor!

Se me cruzó un taxista
Me cambio de pista
Le saco la madre y gueá
A nadie le cedo el paso
Si me para un paco
Pico no pienso parar
Ooh ooh
Sorteando micros
Ooh ooh
Voy echo un pico
Ooh ooh
Tengo el control
Curao manejo mejor


by muertovivo

The Boy Looked at Johnny (The Libertines)

The boy looked at Johnny and said
My word that was fun
When he did it with his hat on
Like in a saddle with his gun
We're in slow motion eating breakfast
At the side view hotel
Oh sipping down a pint
Everything's going so well

New York city's very pretty in the night time
But don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La de di la de di da diddy

The boy looked at Johnny
He said "Don't you know who I think I am"
Well I knew you once before
Now Im trying all I can

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
No no no no no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

New York city's very pretty in the night time
But don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La de di la de di da diddy

It's My Life (Lil Rob)

Chours
Never mind what i do, stick to u
let me live ,its my life
its what i go thru every day
(im just an average man tryin to do the best I can)
Never mind what i do, stick to u
let me live ,its my life
its what i go thru every day

I rap about whats real, and what i go thru on the daily, its crazy, like my neighborhood back in the 80's, ive seen shit, ive lived it, i kno it, so i give it, i cant stop, and i wont stop until i finish, in the 90's u could find me on Hernandez with my homeboys, lookin out for the Chota, livin la vida loca, within my pockets some one always had a foosca, u kno how it is, u rollin thru u get thucha, bullets flyin i aint liyng i got hit by one, hefita cryed, i almost died, and it was just for fun, were never doin what we aughta be, rest in peace to my homeboy PeeWee, who got shot by a cop in a robery, and honestly that part of our lifestyle isnt suitable, dont act like you dont kno how it feels to go to a funeral,(silencio), thats how were livin though, and then we wonder why they look at us like were some **in criminals u kno,

Chours

I never left the pad without shaving my head, getting cleaned up, creased up, takin a joint to the head, never been to juvy hall, never been to the Pen, but to my homeboys im some one u can depend on, i used to use krylon to write on, fences and walls, big block,or old english letters, standing 10 feet tall, united we stand, divided we fall, tighter than some 12 18's, two sizes small, Smile now cry later, ** it why cry at all, and if we ever got busted,homeboy, deny it all, we didnt do shit, they cant prove shit, even if they could, u never pull rat, or ur not welcome back to the hood, ur known as no good, thats how it was, thats how it is, **ed up predicament, get ur**killed for that shit, you dont believe me, i dont care if u do, or if u dont, im just sayin what the ** ive been through and its no joke

Chours

I get the smallest wires, and wrap them with the smallest tires, blaze more trees than the San Deigo wild fires, i get higher to inspire rhymes, say some shit to inquire minds, and make sure they admire mine, make em' wonder what the ** goes on in this mind of mine, im a kool dude that could blow up for the final time, its all the same aint nothin changed, its still the style of mine, neighborhood music talkin about how we do shit, we cruz it, we some times loose it and act foolish, but who doesnt, cause a ruckus, ** it thats what ur stuck with, products of the barrio, got no where to go, but we gotta go, if they ask me where im going shit I dont kno, around the town, see whos around, see whos down to get a 12 pack and bounce, im looking for the answer at the bottom of a bottle, its just my luck, i got no luck no california lotto

Chours

Lucky Day, Overture (Tom Waits)

Ladies and gentlemen
Harry's Harbour Bizarre is proud to present
Under the Big Top tonight
Human Oddities

That's right
You'll see the Three Headed Baby
You'll see Hitler's brain
See Lea Graff the German midget who sat in J.F. Morgan's lap

You'll see Priscilla Bajano
The monkey woman
Jo Jo the dog face boy
I'm Milton Malone, the human skeleton

See Grace McDaniel's
The mule faced woman
And she's the homeliest woman in the world

Under the Big Top tonight
Never before seen
And if you have a heart condition, please be warned

Don't forget to visit our snack bar at Charleston Grotto
Al lsales are final
Void where prohibited by law

You'll see Sealo the seal boy who has flippers for arms
You'll see Johnny Eck, the man born without a body
He walks on his hands
He has his own orchestra and is an excellent pianist

See Gerd Bessler, the human pincusion
And don't forget, it's ladies' night at Harvy's Harbour Bizarre
You'll see Ko Ko the bird girl
Mortando, the human fountain

Step a little
A little closer ladies and gentlemen and don't be shy
Dig deep in your pockets

You'll see Radion, the human torso
Deep from the jungles of Africa
Ladies and gentlemen, Harry's Harbour Bizarre
Ladies and gentlemen

Gigolo (Johnny Wakelin & The Kinshasa Band)

Hey papi, hey papi
I'm not your average bimbo
Los in limbo
Hey papi, you can't catch me
'Cause I'm a bomb
Diggy-diggy bomb
Diggy-diggy uhh
You're not my kind, got no time
For fake romancer now
there's your answer

Why, why deep stares
gonna get you nowhere
Why, why cheap talk
can win no heart

What'chu wanna know papi-ey papi-o
Whoops, I bet you wouldn't mind Gigolo
Better run along
carry on with the show
'Cause real ladies
don't go for Gigolos
What'chu wanna know papi-ey papi-o
Whoops you're running out the time Gigolo
Something for nothing
Is now what you get-no
You better slow your row papi-o

Hey papi, hey papi
You better keep your hands off
Look but don't touch
Hey papi, you can't have me
'Cause I'm a bomb
Diggy-diggy bomb
Diggy-diggy uhh
Tricks and traps, this and that
Will never spark my interest
Have me impressed

Why, why
it takes more to allure a lady
Why, why
it takes a lot to get what I want

What'chu wanna know papi-ey papi-o
Whoops, I bet you wouldn't mind Gigolo
Better run along
carry on with the show
'Cause real ladies
don't go for Gigolos
What'chu wanna know papi-ey papi-o
Whoops you're running out the time Gigolo
Something for nothing
Is now what you get-no
You better slow your row papi-o

Why, why deep stares
gonna get you nowhere
Why, why cheap talk
can win no heart

What'chu wanna know papi-ey papi-o
Whoops, I bet you wouldn't mind Gigolo
Better run along
carry on with the show
'Cause real ladies
don't go for Gigolos
What'chu wanna know papi-ey papi-o
Whoops you're running out the time Gigolo
Something for nothing
Is now what you get-no
You better slow your row papi-o

You dropped the ball
I don't fall that easily
yeah-I-yeah
Tricks and traps
no I don't fall for that
Hate to stay but you hit the wall
I don't fall that easily
yeah-I-yeah
Get off my back
'Cause I don't fall for that
And I won't fall for you


Video


Esta fue otra obra maesta de las muchas que hizo Johnny Pacheco para el sello Vaya/Fania. Esta fue la unica grabacion donde participo Justo Betancourt junto ...




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