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Escuchar Date la vuelta (canción montañesa) - Dúo Vital


Letras

Puto (Molotov)

Que, muy machino?
A muy machino?
Marica nena, mas bien putino

Que, muy machino?
A muy machino?
Marica nena, mas bien putino

(puto, puto, puto)

PUTO!! el que no brinque, el que no salte
PUTO!! el que no brinque y eche desmadre
PUTO!! el guey que quedo conforme
PUTO!! el que creyó lo del informe
PUTO!! el que nos quita la papa
PUTO!! tambien joto el que lo tapa
PUTO!! el que no hace lo que quiere
PUTO!! puto nace y puto se muere

Amo matón
Matarile al maricón
Y que quiere ese hijo de puta?
Quiere llorar! quiere llorar!

Amo matón
Matarile al maricon
Y que quiere este hocicon?
Quiere llorar! quiere llorar!

Y este son va dedicado a Micky,
Y a toda su familia... y a Iñaky, su hermano

PUTO!
Le faltan tanates al..
PUTO!
Le faltan trompiates
PUTO!
Le faltan tanates al..
Puto, puto..

Amo maton
Matarile al maricon
Y que quiere ese hijo de puta?
Quiere llorar! quiere llorar!

(puto! puto! puto! puto!)

Santiago (Attaque 77)

Ellos están bien llenos y nosotros hambrientos,
nos tienen aplacados así,
bicicleteándonos con esta mierda de sueldo,
y ellos viven a lo Beverly Hills
así, mientras saben que vamos a esperar
perdemos el tiempo, nadie nos va a ayudar
Salgamos a las calles a tomar lo que es nuestro,
la rabia no se puede ocultar
saqueando sus viviendas,
así como ellos hicieron con nuestra dignidad.
Mirando a lo lejos, se puede divisar
un pueblo dormido que quiere despertar
Santiago no duerme más la siesta
Santiago no duerme más la siesta
La autoridad dió un paso al costado,
dijeron: nosotros terminamos acá
entonces contrataron matones a sueldo,
basura hay en cualquier lugar
Algunas personas nunca comprenderán
amargo el obrero no puede continuar
Santiago no duerme más la siesta
Santiago no duerme más la siesta
algunas personas nunca comprenderán,
amargo el obrero no puede continuar.

Camp Fire Girl #62 (Guttermouth)

She's got the healing powers of medicinal marijuana
And she feeds herself the same ole crap she feeds to her iguana
And she won't go to the bar
God forbid that she drive
And she won't go to the bar
And of course she will protest the war

[Chorus:]
I get excited when I see her
You better pass me the saltpeter
Like a sailor on shore leave
Like a recent parolee
I want to date her but first bathe her
She always eating echinacea
On her feet are birkenstocks
I guess my head is filled with rocks

Most of her friends are never happy
That is unless they're bitchin
She looks down upon my comrades like they're carcinogen
She doesn't know what she's fighting for
Like a modern day conquistador
And of course she will protest the war
And even though she's an idiot

[Chorus]

She doesn't know what she's fighting for
Like a modern day conquistador
And of course she will protest the war
And even though she's an idiot
Even though she's an idiot

[Chorus]

I guess my head is filled with rocks rocks rocks

Lemon Water (Guttermouth)

(chorus) What in the hell is wrong with people
The deranged should be caged
What is wrong with people
It must be them can’t you see
That it couldn’t be me
Where their road ends
That’s where mine begins

There’s a giant hole in my heart
But all I have to do
Is fill it up with alcohol
It closes all the holes
It hides all my boredom
And subdues my restlessness
It enhances my personality
But makes me order 3 orders of buffalo wings
When I would normally have just one
It forces me to bob my head to songs that I really really hate
And it makes me want to strike someone at the bar
Who orders 2 waters with lemon
And once again I find myself bobbing my head to a mediocre song
When I notice 2 marginally attractive girls parking it next to me at the bar
Sipping spring water with a twist of lemon

(chorus)

and I’m ready to puke when a small child sits next to me at the bar
but that’s ok because to me other people’s kids are fine
so it’s no surprise that it’s parents are ordering water with lemon
and a root beer for the child
do you ever find yourself striving for perfection
with a virtually worthless attempt at it
and is that why I find myself eavesdropping constantly
sports bars are the best places to meet people you hate
not that I’ve actually met anyone
it’s just a matter of listening to their conversations and assuming that you hate them
when of coarse that probably isn’t true
because I can get along with anyone if I absolutely have to

(chorus)

oh here we go a couple a few tables down just ordered lunch
the guy wearing a basketball tank top is having a veggie burger with fruit instead of fries
and his husky date is just having a salad…it must be their first date
and what goes better with rabbit food than ice water with a slice of lemon
sometimes I think if I could be anyone in the whole world I would be a magician
no than I would hate myself more than I already do
but at least then I could make all of these people in the bar be more like me
or even make them befriend me but then again I could become one of them
and only then would I understand the befits
of putting a slice of lemon in ordinary drinking water

(chorus)

All My Rowdy Friends Have Settled Down (Hank Williams Jr.)

All my rowdy friends have settled down
And they seem to be more in
To laid back songs
Nobody wants to get drunk
And get loud
Everybody just wants to go back home

I myself have seen my wilder days
And I have seen my name
At the top of the page
But I need to find a friend
Just to run around
But nobody wants to get high on the town
And all my rowdy friends have settled down

And I think I know what my father meant
When he sang about a lost highway
And 'ol George Jones
I'm glad to see us
Finally getting straight
And Waylon's staying home
And loving Jessie more these days
And nobody wants to get drunk and get loud
And all my rowdy friends have settled down

And the hangovers hurt more than they used too
And cornbread and iced tea's
Took the place of pills and 90 proof
And it seems like none of us
Do things quite like we used to do
And nobody wants to get high on the town
And all my rowdy friends have settled down

And I think I know what my father meant
When he sang about a lost highway
And Johnny Cash don't act like he did
Back in '68
And Kris he is a movie star
And he's moved off to LA
And nobody wants to get drunk and get loud
And all my rowdy friends have settled down

Yeah me and my rowdy friends
Just routed on down

Nada Más De Mí (Los Bunkers)

No se que puedo hacer por ti
te pasas muchos meses enredada en tu cama
tal vez noquieras empezar
te pasas mil peliculas cortadas sin saber actuar

ya no esperes nada mas, nada mas de mi, oh no
no soporto mas escucharte, hay pobre de mi

que facil es aparentar
vistiendote a la moda para no desantonar
no da vergüenza un dia mas
vivir con miedo a comenzar lo que no sabes terminar

ya no esperes nada mas, nada mas de mi, oh no
no soporto mas escucharte, hay pobre de mi

Nada puedo hacer por ti
mas que esperar a que te olvides de mi
ya no esperes nada mas, nada mas de mi, oh no
ya no esperes nada mas que un buen pretexto para olvidar

Vivir Sin Ellas (Intocable)

ESTOY TRATANDO DE ENCONTRAR UNA SALIDA
PORQUE ESTE AMOR QUE SIENTO HOY
ME ESTA MATANDO

ESTOY TRATANDO DE ENCONTRAR UNA SALIDA
PORQUE ESTE AMOR QUE SIENTO HOY
ME ESTA MATANDO

NECESITO SABER
¿A QUIEN VOY A QUERER?
ESTOY LLENO DE DUDAS

NO SE ¿QUE VOY HACER?
CON ESTE ABSURDO AMOR
TENGO MIEDO A PERDER
A LA MUJER QUE ME DA SU AMOR
SU PASION, SU TERNURA
CAMBIARLO TODO POR UNA ILUSION
SE QUE ES UNA LOCURA

CON UNA SIENTO PERDERME EN SU AMOR
SU PASION ME DOMINA
Y ELLA DESPIERTA LA FIERA
QUE TRAIGO EN MI PECHO DORMIDA

LA OTRA ME ABRIGA EN SUS BRAZOS, ME CALMA
LA QUE SIEMPRE SOÑE QUE ME AMARA

NO SE QUE VOY HACER
NO LAS QUIERO PERDER
NECESITO EL AMOR, EL CALOR DE LAS DOS
NO PODRIA VIVIR SIN ELLAS
NO PODRIA DEJAR DE QUERERLAS

NO SE QUE VOY HACER…..

YO QUISIERA TENER PARA SIEMPRE SU AMOR
NO LAS QUIERO PERDER
YO QUISIERA TENER PARA SIEMPRE SU AMOR
PERO NO PUEDE SER

Pepe Botika (¿Donde Estan Mis Amigos?) (Extremoduro)

Pepe Botika es un honrado traficante tomando copas me l'encuentro to los días
me cuenta historias de sus años en la cárcel
a veces había suerte y si tenía pasta salía.
Que vergüenza, Señoría. ¿Cuánto cuesta su amnistía?
Lo colocaron con las manos en la masa
cuando venía del campo de coger higos
entodavía no l`an visto por su casa
lo tienen preventivo en una celda de castigo
¿¡Dónde están mis amigos!? Encerrados sin motivo.
Carabanchel, La Modelo. Herrera de la Mancha,
Cáceres II. Alcalá Meco, Puerto de Santa María.
El contrabando era su oficio más brillante
y las fronteras se las salta to los días
tengo colegas en casi todas las cárceles
era de Plasencia me parece que decía.
Que vergüenza, Señoría ¿Cuánto cuesta su amnistía?
Un día le hicieron un registro al soterrizo
y le incautaron 20 kilos de chorizo
hashis, caballo y cocaína pal que compre
pues ya lo dijo dios: no sólo de pan vive el hombre.

End Of The Time (Dilated Peoples)




Hook:
It all comes down to this it all comes down (x3)

A lot of match to insense I'm tense with every sentence
Dence is how my weed is I rock them ill Adidas
Yo my feet is in deep peep my twist lingustics
Loud like Steve Ripkith but most of y'all won't miss it
To some it comes slower others much faster
My rhymes stand out like calliped at the Masters
Ask the question "Yo let me step up"
I say you can't try us cause fools dying
Before they get the chance like Len Blias
Ride by us they walk well I be hidden in shade
More content then when rent is paid
And renitent like raider spraid
Oow yo first date is made for those who needed evidence
Becoming ill never defeating the purpose
But I propose my flows goes off the deep end
Living everyday of the week like a weekend
That's just my lifestyle I'll cut like a knife while
You'll dull like shine never mind it's the end of the time

Hook:
"It's the end of the time" -Group Home

While some crash the backboard I slash the blackboard
With permanet chalf I decode your thought
Thee eraser I will rip apart to make a marker
Flooded with more sheets now lines are darker
But who would of thought when nine years have past
The lines will contain the signs of the pat
And when my day finally comes at last
I resound taking out mad fools in the blast

Evidence will keep it on lyrics hi tech like tron
Visualize pictures drawn in neon
With suttle backdrops blackk for silouetts
Torn up cities that floundered nothing left
No fish in the streams no natural greens
Like a dream or a scene from 2014
But that's the next let my stay on the line
Evidence violated till the end of the time

Hook (x2)

I pick up vibes like God part of Quarty Hey
Through my brain sends my arms back signals of pain
I take you where I need to go from the scheme to the store
I travel when i flow we can do Mars like Joe
Then stroll back to Earth critique your transmission
You must renovate then innovate in a dimension
Not just of sound and sight but of mind like the twilight
Your rhymes are incomplete like a piece without the highlight
I be that artist painting pictures lyrically
In 3D to make that picture pop out spherically
When I rap I do laps like Tyco race tracks
So I bomb exact I sue my airial map
Poetic contractor design and build
Many intricate messages are messed with skill
Prescriptions are filled by traditional
Medicinal appressional rhymes
To break down before the end of the time

Hook (x2)

Outro:
Shit that's how we do it. Dilated Peoples just rule
"It's the end of the time" (x4)


She (Suede)





She walking like a killer
She another night another pillow.
Nowhere places nowhere faces no one wants to see
No education it's the arse of the nation
She is bad she is bored she is bony she is...
She sh shaking up the karma
She ³injecting marijuana²
Nowhere places nowhere faces no one wants to see
No education it's the arse of the nation
She is bad she is bored she is bony she is...
she...
Nowhere faces, nowhere places, no one wants to be,
No stimulation in this privatization,
She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is she.
beautiful ones
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for ** and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah,
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
get into bands and gangs,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town

shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones.
You don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la...


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