Manu Chao - La Marea

Si tu eres mi carnal

Déjame ser tu ranchito

Si tu eres mi nopal

Déjame ser tu taquito

Pa llenar la pancita mama

Pancita de suadero...

Con todo y cebollita, mama

Vámonos a comer...

Vámonos de jaleo, mama

Vámonos ya

La marea va subiendo...

Por la vieja sonora la marea va subiendo...

Por la vieja sonora caen gotas a montón...

Sopita de camarón se la lleva la corriente...

Sopita de camarón la marea va subiendo...

...Subiendo mama...

...Va subiendo la marea...

...Subiendo mama...

...Va subiendo... ay que marea...!

Si tu eres mi carnal

Déjame ser tu ranchito

Si tu eres mi nopal

Déjame ser tu taquito

Vámonos de jaleo, mama

La marea va subiendo...

Hoy tuve miedo de mi sombrita

Ahi en la esquina del raval

Hoy tuve miedo de mi sombrita

So... me tumbé bajo el sol...

Mama... la marea va subiendo...

Mama... va subiendo hay que marea...

(Nada es para siempre...)

God Is An Astronaut - Luminous Waves

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Moby - Disco Lies

Whoa-ooh-ooh, mm-mm

Whoa-ooh-ooh, mm-mm

Whoa-ooh-ooh, mm-mm

Whoa-ooh-ooh, mm-mm

You said you want me, that was just a lie

(Just a lie)

Just a lie

(Just a lie)

You said you love me

That was just a lie

(Just a lie)

Just a lie

(Just a lie)

All I needed was someone

Who could keep me warm at night

You tried it baby, it didn't work

And now I know that this is

Gonna be the end

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Could you lie?

Could you lie?

You said you need me that was just a lie

(Just a lie)

Just a lie

(Just a lie)

You said the truth once

That was just a lie

( Just a lie)

Just a lie

(Just a lie)

All I needed was someone

Who could keep me warm at night

You tried it baby, it didn't work

And now I know that this is

Gonna be the end

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Could you lie?

Could you lie?

Could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Could you lie?

Could you lie?

All I needed was someone

Who could keep me warm at night

You tried it baby, it didn't work

And now I know that this is

Gonna be the end

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Could you lie?

Could you lie?

Could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Could you lie?

Could you lie?

Could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

Could you lie?

Could you lie?

Pearl Jam - Sometimes

Large fingers pushing paint
You're god and you've got big hands
The colors blend... the challenges you give man

Seek my part... devote myself
My small self... like a book amongst the many on a shelf
Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I don't
Sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live
Sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel
Sometimes I speak of nothing at all
Sometimes I reach to myself, dear god

Led Zeppelin - Boogie With Stu

Been in town, my baby, we just got to rock on

Yeah, darling, we just got to go home

I don't want no tutti-frutti, no lollipop

Come on, baby, just rock, rock, rock

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, honey

We've been shaking all night

Oh, darling, we just got to roll right

Aah, ooh, my head, rock on, rock on

Hey babe, hey babe, hey babe, hey babe

Hey babe, hey babe, hey babe, hey babe

I don't want no tutti-frutti, no lollipop

Come on baby, just rock, rock, rock

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo

Ooh hoo ooh hoo ooh hoo ooh hoo ooh hoo

Let's go out

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo

I don't want no tutti-frutti, no lollipop

Come on baby, just rock, rock, yeah

Editors - A Ton Of Love

I lit a match in Vienna tonight
It caused a fire in New York
Where is my self-control?
You gotta learn to be thankful
For the things that you have
Now bathe my idle soul in

Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire

Taken by force
Twisted fate
Well, what weighs more
Down on your plate
A ton of love
A ton of hate
We're waiting for
A chance of
A chance of
A chance of

Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire

I don't trust the government
I don't trust myself
What is a boy gonna do?
Build a church in the city
A place to crawl with our own
We'll give our God away

Taken by force
Twisted fate
Well, what weighs more
Down on your plate?
A ton of love
A ton of hate
We're waiting for
A chance of
A chance of
A chance of

Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire

Taken by force
Twisted fate
Well, what weighs more
Down on your plate?
A ton of love
A ton of hate
We're waiting for
A chance of
A chance of
A chance of

Toy Dolls - Cloughy Is A Bootboy!

Cloughy's lads are full o' gloom

Coz Cloughy's in the changin' room

Why can't he nick off and leave them be?

He screams and yells and just because

Cloughy knows that he's the boss

Cloughy's rough and tough Cloughy's barmy

Cloughy's in a huff and tense

Cloughy's teeth begin to clench

A Cloughy fan asks for his autograph... "Can yer sign this Brian?"

He nuts him first and smacks him next

Nobody makes Cloughy vexed

Cloughy is the chief Cloughy's the Gaffa

Cloughy is a football hooligan

Now Cloughy's only at his prime

With his fist in yer nose

When the referee blows full time

Brian Brian

Kicks and slaps and he shouts Oi

Brian Brian

Cloughy is a bootboy

The judge tells Cloughy to keep calm

He's up for Grevous Bodily Harm

Cloughy stands and begins to yell

Cloughy must have a screw loose

Coz Cloughy says he's gonna cruc

Ify the cops when he gets out the cell

Cloughy is a football hooligan

Now Cloughy's only at his prime

With his fist in yer nose

When the referee blows full time

Brian Brian

Cloughy is a bootboy

Cloughy is a football hooligan

Now Cloughy's only at his prime

With his fist in yer nose

When the referee blows full time

Brian Brian

Kicks and slaps and he shouts Oi

Brian Brian

Cloughy is a bootboy

Brian Brian

Kicks and slaps and he shouts Oi

Brian Brian

Cloughy is a bootboy

He kicks and slaps

He thumps and cracks

He nuts and smacks and shouts Oi

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Torture Me

Because I'm happy to be sad

I want it all, I want it bad

Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh, it's what I know

A vintage year for pop I hear, the middle of the end is near

Let's go, oh-oh-oh-oh

It's what I know

Torture me and torture me

Forcing me and so torture me, please

(Oh, no, my Lord)

Torture me with sorcery

(Oh, no, my time)

Forcing me, so torture me, please

All the leaves are turning brown

The wind is pushing me around

Let's go, oh-oh-oh-oh

It's what I know

Torture me and torture me

Forcing me and so torture me, please

(Oh, no, my Lord)

Torture me with sorcery

(Oh, no, my time)

Forcing me, so torture me, please

The will of God is standing still

Brazilian children get their fill, let's go

Let's turn it up and dumb it down

The vision of your ultra sound is so—

But all the leaves are turning brown

The wind is pushing me around, let's go

A vintage year for pop I hear

The middle of the end is near, it's so—

(Oh)

(Oh, no, my Lord)

Torture me and torture me

(Oh, no, my time)

It's forcing me, so torture me, please

(Oh, no, my Lord)

Torture me with sorcery

(Oh, no, my time, baby)

Forcing me, so torture me, please

(Oh, no, my Lord)

Torture me and torture me

(Oh, no, my time)

It's forcing me and so torture me, please

(Oh, no, my Lord)

Torture me with sorcery

(Oh, no, my time)

Forcing me, so torture me, please

Echo & The Bunnymen - Heaven Up Here

Ohh...Where are you now

I'm over here

We've got those empty pockets

And we can't afford the beer

We're smoking holes and we've got only dreams

And we're so damn drunk we can't see the stairs

The apple cart upset my head's little brain

This little moon in the sky upset my head with a brain

I saw it yippee, I did, I swear

Walking through the hallway

Crawling up the stairs

Abebe baby baby baby Bekila

Given up on whisky

Taken up with tequila

I'm on my own in my blind alley

I turn myself around

So it's swallowing me

Watch the guitar

Watch the guitar

Groovy groovy people

We're all groovy groovy people

Groovy groovy people

We're all groovy groovy people

Groovy groovy people

Groovy groovy people

I wonder why

Me and the wall

We're okay, we're okay

F-F-Faustus you've got nothing to fear

It may be hell down there

'Cause it's heaven up here

I'd have given forever for a few good years

But too much of a muchness is to much you hear

The hammer on my chest was an abominable pain

the anvil on my belly was an abdominal strain

We've got the bottle

Go take the bottle

Go take a sip

Muse - Sing For Absolution

Lips are turning blue

A kiss that can't renew

I only dream of you

My beautiful

Tiptoe to your room

A starlight in the gloom

I only dream of you

And you never knew

Sing for absolution

I will be singing

And falling from your grace, ooh

There's nowhere left to hide

In no one to confide

The truth burns deep inside

And will never die

Lips are turning blue

A kiss that can't renew

I only dream of you

My beautiful

Sing for absolution

I will be singing

And falling from your grace, hey

Sing for absolution

I will be singing

And falling from your grace, hey

Our wrongs remain unrectified

And our souls won't be exhumed