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Thursday, 17 April 2014
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Listen Abel Cajilema Rosa Mana Nikpi


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Emotii (Cu Andre) (Parazitii)

'Nu, nu pleca, prima iubire...'

I:
Stau cu acu'-n vene si cu ochii-n geam
Sunt calare pe cantar, nu se vede c-am bagat 1 gram
Trag un fum fix in cap, ma port de-al dracului
Se deruleaza in fatza mea istoria acului.
?? pe tine, esti periculoasa
Deschide-mi usa ca sa borasc in casa
Se invarte tot cu mine, e bine
C-am femei sus pe bloc sa-i trag *** la inaltime.
Toti privirea sus care vor sa vada
O femei cu *** *** sus pe bloc gata sa cada
Tu nu tragi Gogule, sa nu ma minti
Ca ma spal la *** cu periuta ta de dinti.
Azi lansez ideea secolului, sa crestem marijuana in fatza blocului.

:
'Ramai si nu pleca'
Bagi H, nu vrei sa te lasi, bagi marijuana
'Prima iubire a mea
Ce mult te-am asteptat sa vii
Nimic nu ne va desparti.'

II:
'Am incercat sa-ti spun de-atatea ori
Privirea ta imi da fiori'
Zice mintea mea in gandul ei:'Nu-mi gasesc locul'
Hai sa mai fumam un cui, arde l-ar focu'
Timpul trece greu, pe langa timp alerg
Nu mai am directie, important e ca mai merg
Am o *** si trei *** prinse in sutienul tau de baie
Vad desene animate cand te ard la ADN
Dupa ultimele calcule *** un OZN
Decat sa ma duc dintr-o viroza
Mor de supradoza si ma trag in poza
Din locatia 0 transmitem in direct
Un mod exemplar de-a ne chiaunui complet
Puneti mana de la mana sa facem mai multe maini
Parazitii in efect, 'as vrea sa nu te schimbi niciodata
Am nevoie de o dragoste curata
Sentimentele sunt singura realitate
Tu imi dai putere si atunci cand esti departe.

:..

III(x3):
Bagi H, nu vrei sa te lasi, bagi marijuana
Le-ascunzi pe unde vrei sa nu le vada mama
Mama, hai, hai, hai sa-ti zic direct
De cat sa-mi ati venele prefer sa mi-le intep.

Truth Be Told (Megadeth)

This is the first tale of death in the world
When Cain struck down Abel, a family broken
Since then mankind's dominated his own kind
To insult and injure,
There's no such thing as peace
Till death do us part, till the last
Truth be told - Sin lies at the doorway
Truth be told - Hell's open for business now
Truth be told - The soil cries out for revenge
Truth be told - And death is upon the ground
All around
The battle ain't over without spoils of war
Just cause it is written does not make it so
When you dance with the devil
Wait till the songs over
I ask myself “how bad do I want you to live?”
My anger is near, till the last
Truth be told - Sin lies at the doorway
Truth be told - Hell's open for business now
Truth be told - The soil cries out for revenge
Truth be told - And death is upon the ground
All around
Tribulation strikes and we're hit hard
Still you just go on your way
Head in the sand, ignoring the rain
Just like the flood in Noah's day
In his day
Can't punish those ruining the earth
It's suicide to some degree
Because we are all guilty, guilty as sin
There will be no peace, never for you and for me
Before al Qaeda and Bin Laden
Long before Hitler and Hussein
Ever since the first murder was committed
The verdict's always been the same
The cursed future just repeats the past
There's hell to pay and stones to cast
So, there will be no peace, never be peace
Till the last truth be told by you and me

Historia De Las Sillas (Silvio Rodríguez)

En el borde del camino hay una silla
la rapiña merodea aquel lugar.
La casaca del amigo esta tendida
el amigo no se sienta a descansar.
Sus zapatos de gastados son espejos
que le queman la garganta con el sol
y a través de su cansancio pasa un viejo
que le seca con la sombra el sudor.

En la punta del amor viaja el amigo
en la punta más aguda que hay que ver.
Esa punta que lo mismo cava en tierra
que en las ruinas, que en un rastro de mujer.
Es por eso que es soldado y es amante
es por eso que es madera y es metal
es por eso que lo mismo siembra rosas
que razones de bandera y arsenal.

El que tenga una canción tendrá tormenta
el que tenga compañía, soledad.
El que siga un buen camino tendrá sillas
peligrosas que lo inviten a parar.
Pero vale la canción buena tormenta
y la compañía vale soledad
siempre vale la agonía de la prisa
aunque se llene de sillas la verdad.

No Voy A Ser Tu Esclavo (Maná)

no me crucifiques
con los clavos del amor mi morena
no soy de tu propiedad mi reina
y no voy a ser tu esclavo

si siempre te amé
por estar atado al corazón
no voy a ser el otro eslabón
de tu colección de esclavos

no, no, no, no, no, no, no

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
me matas amor

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
mas no voy a ser tu esclavo

eres una reina
una princesa del amor
donde pierdo entre tus muslos la razón
mujer eres magia negra

no no no no no no no

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
me matas amor

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
me matas amor

ay no quiero ser esclavo del amor
ay yo quiero escaparme del dolor
ay no sé qué hacer
no sé no sé hey

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
me matas amor

mujer hermosa
eres una reina venenosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
mas no voy a ser tu esclavo

sépalo bien pero óyemelo bien
oyé me bein pero jugarte yo no soy tu esclavo

sépalo bien pero óyemelo bien
pero qué yo no voy a ser tu esclavo no no no

sépalo bien pero óyemelo bien
eres una rosa una rosa filosa

sépalo bien pero óyemelo bien
óye óye óye óye óye

En Donde Jugaran Los Nions? (Maná)

Opening:
Sigue este cancion, es un llamado, a toda la gente que quiere, a nuestro planeta tierra, a nuestro madre tierra.
Que siente algun respeto, por la naturaleza, y por los animales.
En un mundo muy golpiado, muy dezbastado, y a todo esto nos salta un pregunta al aire,
En Donde Jugaran Los Ninos?!
Donde diablos jugaran, los pobres ninos, ay ay ay!
En donde jugaran. Se esta partiendo el mundo, y no hay lugar!

Cuenta el abuelo que de niño
El jugó
Entre árboles y risas y alcatraces de color
Recuerda un río transparente sin olor,
Donde abundaban peces, no sufrían
Ni un dolor
Cuenta el abuelo de un cielo
Muy azul,
En donde voló papalotes que él
Mismo construyó
El tiempo pasó y nuestro viejo ya murió
Y hoy me pregunté después de tanta
Destrucción
Dónde diablos jugarán los pobres niños?
Ay ay ay! En dónde jugarán
Se esta partiendo el mundo
Ya no hay lugar
La tierra está a punto de
Partirse en dos
El cielo ya se ha roto, ya se ha roto
El llanto gris
La mar vomita rios de aceite
Sin cesar
Y hoy me pregunté después de
Tanta destrucción
Dónde diablos jugarán los pobres
Nenes? Ay ay ay. En dónde jugarán?
Se esta partiendo el mundo
Ya no hay lugar

Here We Come (Molotov)

si tu no awantas bara en la carrilla que te karGa te kaGas de la leche
y sumas peor que leche
amarGa juntos celebremos si te enchilas o te ardes no es que no nos importe
sino que nos vale madre.
El pongase flojito mientras yo lo pendejeo
Uste no diga frio no diga papa soy feo
Tiramos puro carro a ver a quien le queda el saco
Y si fumamos el tapete es porque se acabo el tabaco, guey.

Here we kum and we don't care mucho
If you know what they wanna
they just want your tepalcuana mana
Here we kum and we don't care nacha
Let's make baro baro hacer baro baro baro hacer
Here comes la bomb so how you gonna stop it now

Vamos a hacerle el paro haciendo un disco no muy caro
Venimos decididos a quedarnos con tu baro
Vender miles de albumz a los fresas we just wanna
Rayarles sus ropitas y quedarnos con su lana
Encarreraderazos de bajada y sin frenos
Somos los feos y malos somos amigos del bueno
Somos los que en la playa chingan los planes chingones
Somos los superchilangos entre tu y tus vacaciones, guey.

Here we kum and we don't care mucho
If you know what they wanna
they just want your tepalcuana mana
Here we kum and we don't care nacha
Let's make baro baro hacer baro baro baro hacer
Here comes la bomb so how you gonna stop it now

Mr. Innocent (Morten Abel)

I write to you this letter and you’ll get it in the mail
I hope that you’re not tired of my letters sent from jail
Spent twenty years in prison for a crime I did not do
But no one do believe that I am innocent, but you
I’ve never hurt nobody
And that’s the truth I swear
Someone says they saw me on the scene
But I wasn’t even near
An officer was shot to death
By machine gun fire
It’s almost twenty years ago
And they still call me a liar
This is a nightmare it really is
I just hope down the line that there is some justice
Help me God if you are up there
I really didn’t shoot that guy I swear
The judge and the jury, they didn’t even look at me
I didn’t have a lawyer, no defence, see?
Let them all feel the wrath of your power
I pay with my young life, cos
They are cowards
They are cowards
So I write to you my darling
So that you can bring it on
And prove to them my innocence
After I’m gone
Only before God can I confess without shame
A killer is out there in the streets
And I got all the blame
Can I trust you to see that these words
Is written on my stone
Don’t bother with my name
Because I rather be unknown
”Here lies Mr. Innocent who never shed a tear”
You wanted his young life, now enjoy your dinner
la la la la la la la la la la
Thank you and goodnight people of the land
The system failed for an innocent man
I was 14 not yet been with a woman
Now I’m 34 and I still haven’t been with one
To my mum and dad I brought a lot of pain
They didn’t want me to carry their name
Now I’m just a number, a number in chains

House On Fire (Morten Abel)

The wind blows right through my house cos it’s so old
The three long Winter months can really get cold
It was built by the local baker man
In the good old days
Thin walls that walks and talks to the night
Rattling and whistling and telling lies
When it’s laughing it is shaking the ground
Like the whole thing is gonna come down
Got electricity and light and water running
It’s all working with me and my girl
Some things needs fixing but nothing serious
Got nowhere to park so we don’t own a car
So we never go that far
If I had a lighter I would put the house on fire
You’d see the flames for a hundred miles
It would light up the good neighbourhood
You could see it from the moon
You could see it from the moon
We could stand and watch the firemen
Putting it out
It’s all working, firemen comes
And puts it out so we still have a house
For criminals we got, cops who get them cuffed
Sometimes it can get rough
For criminals we got, cops who get them cuffed
Sometimes it can get rough

Don't Forget Me (Morten Abel)


I fell in love
We started dating
At first it was frightening
I wished it could go away

I knocked down your door
Intimidating
We started off flirting
But ended up hating

Don't forget me
Just let time decide
Let the ocean drain and...
all the stars fall down

We both know the story
And how it's ending
It's been good to know you baby
But we never speak again

When you're in Rome
Do as the Romans
I was just relating
to what everyone else were saying

Started so well
I will be pretending
That nothing is missing

Lydia (Morten Abel)

I need a voice to hear
A hand to hold
A mind to be near
I need skin to touch
The scent of hair will mean so much
I need lips to kiss
The laughter of someone to miss
I need to wake up to the sound of you breathing

I need to comfort you
And let you cry when you have to
I need to kiss your tears
And let you be alone


But you don’t know what it’s like
But you don't know what it's like

I need to comfort
And to say that it will be OK
I want to feel the taste of tears in my mouth
I want to give away what I got
And get nothing back
Except for moments of you love me from the heart

I need to share what I got
Or else its not worth a lot
I want to pick up the phone
And apologise

But you don’t know what it’s like
But you don’t know what it’s like

I met a man whose mission was to
Crawl across the land
He called me lucky because of what I was made
Hey man take my shoes take my coat
And understand
I am a salesman and sorrow is my trade

I share what I got
But you don’t know what it’s like
I share what I got
But you don’t know what it’s like
I share what I got
But you don’t know what it’s like
I share what I got
But you don’t know what it’s like
I share what I got
But you don’t know what it’s like
I share what I got
But you don’t know what it’s like

I need to share what I got
Or else its not worth a lot
I want to pick up the phone
And apologise


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