A keresés eredménye

Wing

I know your mind is simple
your head told me
that you roll near the fountain
in your wheelchair
that you like to play the mad
dancing with the wolfman
you want to be half invisible
you enjoy playing the fool
 
Your terror screams
fill the aisles of the wing
hear them, feel them,
let them sleep in your room
 
You were going by the mosque
you used to make fuss
now you play with children
perpendicular to the fire or parallel
your balance is red colored
or you have cold hands
you live with a wizard
or you fabricate a thousand colors
 
If you like the impacts
under the waist
you want to be a detergent
or the sculpture of a garden, life is tought
dance without being seen
the fashions of the frontier
while Olaf the viking
decides with the assembly
 
Never get out.
 

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Ole bullfighter

I'm gonna tell you the story that circles in my memory
about the famous bullfighter who came from Bayaderos.
He wasn't skilled in the cape but he was of the vil garrote1
he liked the corridas2 but without the lights on
 
He aroused the heifers close to Las Tendillas 3
He didn't take assistants, picadors nor rosaries
He only took his sharp rapier
he was always carrying it ready
 
Ole bullfighter take off your hat
Ole bullfighter take off your hat
 
But one day his luck turned red suddenly
a husband of Miura bred left him a garbage
He marked on him two razor trajectories
but the story of that man doesn't end here
At hel the devil said 'Welcome Antonio'
he presented his wife a lively mulatta.
She noticed his sharp rapier
he was always carrying it ready
 
The devil was combind and something weird he found
when a third horn came out a little and tender one.
He kicked Antonio out of hell for evil
you can consider yourself comulgated.
He left with two ears and a tail
the same ones that he brought since little.
 
Hey bullfighter yes, hey bullfighter yes
look at him he doesn't takes assistants
but he doesn't mind in cutting horns
look at him, he comes from hell
and he returned without an assistant
 
Hey bullfighter yes, hey bullfighter yes
take off your hat for me.
Hey bullfighter yes, hey bullfighter yes
take off your hat for me.
 

• 1. The evil club. He's not meaning the instrument to strangulate, but his club between the legs
• 2. bullfights, also meaning cums
• 3. A plaza in Cordoba

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Your eyes

I'd like to be able to see you
to the eyes of the face like others do
To touch your belly, to kiss your hands
to treat you like if you were human
You think I'm obsessed
because I always kiss you in the same place.
Your eyes are two gunshot cannons
I don't wanna die young I'd rather see your tits.
 
Let me put my finger in your eye
Let me put it in you until it gets red
Let me put my finger in your eye
Let me put it in you, I better grab it.
 
Two black coloured fishes
populate a candy world.
A shark devours their bodies
and returns to the bottom of the sky
Your eyes are two defiles
I see you snap your fingers when you wink.
To the valley of death will go down this rustler
just to make you close the bolt.
 
Two inverted bottles
are mothers of a poison sea
I'm thirsty of the infinite water
that plows through the air from your hair.
Your nose gets red and I think
you're a beautiful clown and a better trapeze artist
But practice with my balls
jugglers are more populars.
 
And if your eyes were made of mirror
I'd be the wolf instead of the rabbit
If your eyes were the firemen's tarpaulin
I'd jump from any skyscraper.
 

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The booth

I call 003
(information, yes, tell me)
I'm making water
hey, can I do it here?
 
At the booth you can't take a piss
That's what the corners are for
At the booth you can't take a piss
That's what the corners are for
 
In the morning I go to work
And suddenly my dick itches
Hey boss, I'm making water
Can I do it here?
 
At the office you can't take a piss
That's what the corners are for
At the office you can't take a piss
That's what the corners are for
 
I'm bathing in the middle of the sea
And suddenly it happens again
I don't do it, I get violent
but a yellowish liquid comes out
 
At the pool you can't take a piss
That's what the corners are for
At the pool you can't take a piss
That's what the corners are for
 
I'm humping a woman
And I feel like doing it
Hey darling, I'm making water
Can I do it inside of you?
 
In my vagina you can't take a piss
That's what the corners are for
In my vagina you can't take a piss
That's what the corners are for
 
I'm peeing in a corner
And a policeman comes to me
Hey, why do you pee in the corner?
Don't you know it pollutes?
 
Nor in booths
nor in pools
nor in vaginas
nor in offices
Where to pee?
Where to pee?
Where to aim with my beautiful rifle?
Where to pee?
Where to pee?
Where to aim with my beautiful rifle?
 

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Mummies don't have girlfriends

I have a long time
stuck here inside
And now I gotta get out
King Amenophis
Put me in the cofris
And now I gotta get out
 
And even thought in the river Nile
There's too many crocodile
Tell me why, oh oh
Tell me why
And even thought in the river Nile
There's too many crocodile
Tell me why, oh oh
Tell me why
Why?
 
Mummies don't have girlfriends
Mummies have nothing
Mummies don't have girlfriends
Mummies have nothing
They have nothing
 
King Tutankhamun
Was a big jerk
That's why he punished me
And putting me in the Mastabat
Wasn't enough
That's why he embalmed me
 
Is that Nefertiti
That beautiful monkey
Wasn't for me
No, no, she wasn't for me.
Is that Nefertiti
That beautiful monkey
Wasn't for me
No, no, she wasn't for me.
Why?
 
The punishment of the incest
Was written in a palimpsest
With the seal of Ramon
But here smells like papyrus
That's why I get out
And I'm going to Thebes
 
Two thousand years stuck here
But there's something not rotten yet
Not only the pyramids are stiff
If you have doubts come in and ask
Why?
 

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Bartolo's flute

Bartolo had a flute
with a single hole.
And he caused everybody trouble
with Bartolo's flute.
 
That flute had
just a single hole.
It was of pink color,
specially long and hard.
 
All the girls
All the girls
All the girls hallucinated
when the flute
when the flute
when the flute was playing
 
Bartolo was going by the plazas
giving serenades
The girls by seeing his flute
opened their legs like that
 
Bartolo didn't know chords
scales nor sharps
he played that flute
when he was bored
 
I also have a flute
like Bartolo's
come try it again
when we're alone
 

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The girl on the other side of the counter

She's on that side of the counter
that is never the side where I am.
She's counting the cubes
I'm counting the money left if I inviter
 
She's the girl
She's the girl
She's the girl on the other side of the counter.
She's the girl
She's the girl
She's the girl of a little town of Navarra.
 
She always remains cold
though she always smiles gallery announces to me.
She's more beautiful everyday
and everyday I suffer more.
When she bends down to pick the ice
I fall to the floor with a thousand volts in the hair
 
Surely you already know her
surely you could tell her
that my heart bounces
everytime that with her rubs she passes next to me
 

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Eve leaves

Eve was painting her eyes with a fork
While a spider was weaving the nightgown
A black panther in the hand of him
Full of names and words like a trainwagon
Eve goes to the door with an one-eyed smile
A dead guardian and Eve is on the loose
 
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
From the women prision in this city
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
Step by step from Ciudad Condal1
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
Very slowly by the Sans neighbourhood
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
From the women prision that is Ciudad Condal
 
Eve moved her ass by doing hitch-hiking
Until she threw in the gutter the Rolls idiot
Thirty meters away she avoided the window
If you call the cops remember, I'm under 18
Eve goes to La Jonquera, with a sure smile
Eve is happy passing the border
 
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
Walking bravely by Montparnasse
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
Her breasts are two champagne bubbles
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
She drinks the world, she eats the sea
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
Under her shirt two bread crumbs
 
Eve and a man are dressed in sweat
He drawed in her nails a pub
Her hands know of the rhythm more than any clock
And of finding corners more than any mouse
They're coming for me, they're the steps of a police officer
You sold out for fear, you coward blood
 
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
He leives first and she looks for him
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
She cuts his throat and he lets himself crawl
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
Walking bravely of Montparnasse
Eve leaves, Eve leaves
From the women prision in Ciudad Condal
Eve leaves
 

• 1. A nickname for Barcelona

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In a tent

One german was wanking me
in a tent
As she saw that I didn't came
she went looking for Hildegard
 
Two germans were wanking me
in a tent
As they saw that I didn't came
they went looking for voluntaires.
 
That's why it's not the same
a country without tourism
it's not the same no no no
Since we got in
the european market
I don't wank myself.
 
Three germans were wanking me
in a tent.
They were rubbing it with a brush
they wanted to polish it
Germany is so delicate.
Sixty germans were wanking me
they bought tents.
They spread topping on it, they loved it like tuna.
Germany is so lovely.
 
18.446.073.709.551.615 germans were wanking me
in millions of tents.
We made colleges and universities
to educate Germany.
Millions of germans were wanking me
and we conquered Yugoslavia.
And then there are who say that the arian race
it's not very humanitarian.
 
That's why it's not the same
a country without tourism
it's not the same no no no
Franco knew
very well what he was doing
the triple axis was promising.
 

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In heaven there's no alcohol

Yesterday I had a heart attack
And you'll say, what am I doing here
They buried me, people cried for me (too bad!)
And they left me in a grey cementery
 
After that, I felt myself flying
I had an awesome, phenomenal time.
I've seen God, he said what's up?
And he wanted to introduce me all the gang
 
But in heaven there's no alcohol
Nor women nor color pills
 
I wondered, how could they bear
Without fucking the whole eternity
I saw an angel, I asked for a bar
He said that I could forget about that
 
Because in heaven there's no alcohol
Nor women nor color pills
 
I packed my bag and I left there
Here I am now with my grey zombie face
I'd rather stay here below like a ghost (boooo)
Than getting bored there more than a bore
 

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Emilio the well-digger

He was dumped to the garbage
for being born prematurely
Like Moses he scaped from death
sailing by the waters of a torrent
Time passed, the child grew
but he's still hidden in his nest
 
Emilio the well-digger is the son of fear
and even if love were like fire
Emilio would be an ashtray
Emilio the well-digger is the son of fear
and if love were like fire
who wouldn't be an ashtray
 
He recieves the things from the sea
son of the things you use to throw
His skin is darker than any night
he has no stars to make a clasp
he's the prince of the sewers
he's partner of all the rats.
 
If you came down to the sewer
you'd be the ninth wonder
but you walk stepping in his sky
that's why Emilio will never have consolation
 
He's the prince of the sewers
he's partner of all the rats
Emilio can't buy tobacco
he carries in the skin the stigma of the armpit
He's the prince
He's the prince
 

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