jueves, 22 de octubre de 2009
Mama
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like the song
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
Ooooh aah, Mother should I build a wall
Mother should I run for president
Mother should I trust the government
Mother will they put me in the firing line
Ooooh aah, is it it just a waste of time
Hush now baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your
Nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here
Under her wing
she won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama will keep baby cosy and warm
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall
Mother do think she's good enough for me
Mother do think she's dangerous to me
Mother will she tear your little boy apart
Oooh aah, mother will she break my heart
Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girl friends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up till you come in
Mama will always find out where
You've been
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
You'll always be a baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high.
sábado, 4 de abril de 2009
La historia de lo carnal
del lejendario mete y saca
dolor pelvico y placeres estomacales
Mi carne entra en tu cuerpo
y tu vientre se empieza a quejar
a la par de tus gritos
que me hacen no parar
llego a la plenitud
del orgasmo erizador
SEXO CON UNA MINAAAAAAA!!
Placeres indiscutidos
compartidos entre dos
tu cuerpo choka el mio
e induce a mi explosion
yases a mi lado
intentando respirar
ya me he recuperado
volveremos a empezar
todavia no acabo es otro segundo de sexualidad
SEXO CON UNA MINAAAAAAA!!
SEXXXXXXOOOOOOOOOOOOO
PUTA!
viernes, 27 de febrero de 2009
Para ser un tipo educado
me pusieron a estudiar
me mandaron a un privado
y después a un hermoso industrial.
Y sin embargo no aprendí nada
Y sin embargo no aprendí nada
pero a pesar de todo encontré mi lugar.
Para ser un buen ciudadano
me enseñaron a desfilar
a no mirar a los costados
y a seguir el rataplán.
Y sin embargo perdía el paso
Y sin embargo perdía el paso
pero a pesar de todo encontré mi lugar.
Para saborear la vida
me dijeron ¡a trabajar!
a sentir el frío en mis manos
y a mi espalda oírla quebrar.
Y sin embargo nada valía nada
sin embargo nada vale nada
pero a pesar de todo encontré mi lugar.
Figuritas, medallitas y diplomas
esta sistema no me supo enamorar
pero el tiempo no pasa en vano
y la vida me sirvió sólo para encontrar un lugar
.....y pudrirme en mi Rocanrol.
domingo, 15 de febrero de 2009
viernes, 13 de febrero de 2009
jueves, 12 de febrero de 2009
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?
AAAH, no!
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
Vamos que vos me entendes!