MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
the ex - ay carmela
El ejército del Ebro
Rumba rumba rumba la
El ejército del Ebro
Rumba rumba rumba la
Una noche el río paso
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela
Una noche el río paso
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela
Pero nada pueden bombas
Rumba rumba rumba la
Pero nada pueden bombas
Rumba rumba rumba la
Donde sobra corazón
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela
Donde sobra corazón
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela
Contraataques muy rabiosos
Rumba rumba rumba la
Contraataques muy rabiosos
Rumba rumba rumba la
Deberemos resistir
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela
Deberemos resistir
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela
Pero igual que combatimos
Rumba rumba rumba la
Pero igual que combatimos
Rumba rumba rumba la
Prometemos resistir
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela
Prometemos resistir
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela
the ex - burnsome
Have you got something to hide
Something dirty to sell
Some damage to be done
Some poison to put in the well
World wide crisis management consultants
Do you wanna set the world aflame
To fire up a fight or two
Without warning, without shame
They're the perfect match for you
World wide crisis management consultants
Improve the image
Replace the image
Avoid a scrimmage
It's an itching image
Scratch off the logic
Don't be explicit
Just stick to symbols
Symbols that elicit
Hopel satisfaction! Caring! Self-esteem!
Don't discuss safety-risks
Don't discuss issues
Don't discuss the danger
Or your smoke-scren tissues
World wide crisis management consultants
Just play hide & seek
Kiss Judas on the cheek
Master disaster
They mask the pisshead's leak
Step right up your door
Will be back for more
Master disaster
They mask the burning stone
World wide crisis management consultants
World wide crisis management consultants
World wide crisis management consultants
the ex - confusion errorist
Confusion is an errorist
a freedom-fighter terrorist
you¹ll hunt him down, you¹ll smoke him out
you¹ll bring him to court
don¹t you forget just this:
confusion is an errorist
so who¹ll bring who to justice?
You¹re so naive, you never ask:
why does a peasant need a gun?
why does a weapon need someone?
You think that you¹re the only one
the only one to fight for independence?
You really think that freedom is
the one word of a sentence?...
Corrupted language is a curse
corruptive justice makes it worse:
corrupted language is a curse...
the ex - el tren blindado
Yo me subí a un pino verde
Por ver si lo divisaba, por ver si lo divisaba
Y sólo ví un tren blindado
Lo bien que tiroteaba, lo bien que tiroteaba
Anda jaloe! jaloe!
Silba la locomotora
va empieza el tiroteo, y va empieza el tiroteo
Yo me subí a un pino verde
Por ver si lo divisaba, por ver si lo divisaba
Y sólo divisé el polvo
Del coche que lo llevaba, del coche que lo llevaba
Anda jaloe! jaloe!
Suena una ametralladora
Y va empieza el tiroteo, y va empieza el tiroteo
Anda jaloe! jaloe!
Silba la locomotora
Y va empieza el tiroteo, y va empieza el tiroteo
Yo me subí a un pino verde
Por ver si lo divisaba, por ver si lo divisaba
Y sólo ví un tren blindado
Lo bien que tiroteaba, lo bien que tiroteaba
Anda jaloe! jaloe!
Silba la locomotora
Y va empieza el tiroteo, y va empieza el tiroteo
Anda jaloe! jaloe!
Suena una ametralladora
Y va empieza el tiroteo, y va empieza el tiroteo
the ex - fistful of feed
Bemused amusement, the viewers' must
Famine & famishement, objects of lust
A scent of shame meets merchandise
Well alright, charity! But at what price?
Handful of rice for a handful of dough
The dustman's cancelled for days or so
And the reaper reprieves he knows nothing is new
Just a fistful of feed and it's violence, too
Reaper reprieves, nothing is new
Fistful of feed and it's violence, too
How close to the camera the bellies seem
How empty the stars on a telly screen
Worse than the starved, like a ship of fools
Salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
Where to, what for? Hey that's a laugh
Artists for Artists, choke, choke! Bugger off!
Didn't I pay enough, enough attention!
I want more channels to sink their pretension
Didn't I pay enough, enough attention!
I want more channels to sink their pretension
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow
the ex - haydays
Haydays (based on a poem by Lucebert)
With a bread-crust as adornment
The cheerful rambler roams the land
He waves at cows at grasses wide
At blooming corncobs at his side
While skylarks eat out of his hand
Beaming at night the lasses stand
At village pumps and send their love
And then they kiss his sweated cheeks
Oh, even aged virgins do
So they lay down and nestle up
Their warm hearts at his tired feet
Cos their old mothers say they should
Beaming at night the lasses stand
At village pumps and send their love
And then they kiss his sweated cheeks
Oh, even aged virgins do
So they lay down and nestle up
Their warm hearts at his tired feet
Cos their old mothers say they should
Late in the hay the rambler prays
And then he reads in the old book
While all the city's streets are crossed by whores and pimps
Their nasty rats run aimlessly at their wits' end
He stratches so satisfied his tawny limbs
With a bread-crust as adornment
The cheerful rambler roams the land
He waves at cows at grasses wide
At blooming corncobs at his side
While skylarks eat out of his hand
Late in the hay the rambler prays
And then he reads in the old book
While all the city's streets are crossed by whores and pimps
Their nasty rats run aimlessly at their wits' end
He stratches so satisfied his tawny limbs
the ex - henry k
I searched for the soul of young Henry K
I searched all night, I searched all day
and I searched his pockets and I searched his books
and I searched the fucker¹s lists of crooks
Yeah, I searched for the soul of Henry K
I thought there should be something slightly okay
I searched in corners, and under the bed
I searched for the facts kept under his hat
I searched for the soul of young Henry
not out of spite or envie
you may call it curiosity
but I just tried to understand, you see
why the poor soul got away
the poor soul got away....
I searched in vain, I searched in vain
I may not be Abel, but he¹s worse than Cain:
the public enemy of now and then
the legitimate son of Uncle Sam
but the poor soul got away
why did the poor soul get away?
Vietnam, Uncle Sam, goddamn, what a scam
Pinochet, CIA, US, Henry K
tossed in bed, cold sweat, nightmare, like a diplomat
so sad, shouting out: what if a peace broke out?
Cambodia, Bangla Desh, East-Timor, Nixon¹s whore
clusterbombs, napalm, Nobel prize, election-time...
El Salvador, Colombia, contras, Nicaragua
Haig, Reagan, Ollie North, Iran, Somalia, and so forth:
Iraq, uranium, what¹s inside that cranium
of George Bush 1 & 2, Rumsfeld, Cheney, how are you
Rise, Powell, Wolfowitz, North-Korea, Middle-East
Afghanistan, shock and awe, war on terror ho ho ho
the poor soul got away, the poor soul got away
and we got stuck with the asses of A
the ex - ip man
Instalment Plan Man has moved into my home
he plays with my possessions and he won¹t leave me alone
I went out one evening, it got late, I¹d pushed my luck too far
and when I finally came home, Instalment Plan Man sat in my car
Instalment Plan Man, oh man, you are a parasite
get the heck away from me, are you looking for a fight?
every morning when I wake up, he sits near my bed
he drinks from my coffee and he smokes my cigarettes
he has crept under my skin, he¹s even in my voice
all the women in my world, they complain about the noise
This instalment plan man, he¹s pissing in my ear
rain or shine he says bye-bye, but he won¹t disappear
oh, mrs Creditor, you bet I¹m looking for the cure
next time you offer help, I won¹t buy it, that¹s for sure...
He won¹t leave me alone, he sits in my car
he¹s a parasite looking for a fight
he smokes my cigarettes, he¹s even in my voice
pissing in my ear he won¹t disappear
Instalment Plan Man, I¹m doing what I can
Instalment Plan Man, catch me if you can...
the ex - karaoke blackout
When I came to my senses
In this bed or something
I thought, for a moment
Why are we whispering?
Why are we whispering?
I thought for a moment
What's wrong with me
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with me
What's wrong with this view
Well, I thought for a moment
Do the walls have ears
Do we all have fears
Do the walls have eyes
Do they know the whys
Do the walls have voices
Do our thoughts make noises
Do the walls recall
Do they already know it all
Well, I thought for a moment
But only for a moment:
I should start thinking for myself
I should start thinking for myself
I should start thinking for myself
Waiting till it all comes out
Waiting till it all comes out
Waiting till it all comes out
Am I speaking their lines again
Thank you very bleeding much
Exactly the same lines again
Can't they see I've had enough
They put words in people's mouths
They put thoughts in people's minds
Got to stop 'em, got to save mine
Got to stop 'em, got to save mine
Do the walls have ears
Do we all have fears
Do the walls have eyes
Do they know the whys
Do the walls have voices
Do our thoughts make noises
Do the walls recall
Do they already know it all
Waiting till it all comes out
Waiting till it all comes out
Waiting till it all comes out
They should stop thinking for myself
They, they, they should stop thinking for myself
They should stop thinking for myself
They, they, they should stop thinking for myself
They should stop thinking for myself
They, they, they should stop thinking for myself
They should stop thinking for myself
They, they, they should stop thinking for myself
the ex - las mismas porquerías
El teléfono cortado
Y las maquinas que suenan
Y me acuerdo de tu cara un rato
Se me tranca la mirada a ratos
Y mientras con las manos enterradas
Yo creía que me conquistabas
Ya te lo dije
No vuelvo luego
Espera un día
Espera varios
Salí a buscarte
Por los caminos
Que envuelven todo
Lo que me diste
Imaginando
Pensando en que estarías
Y yo alucinando
Las mismas porquerías
Las mismas porquerías
Las mismas porquerías
La misma risa
El mismo cielo
La misma cara
Denuedo tieso
Imaginando
Pensando que estarías
Y yo alucinando
Las mismas porquerías 4x
the ex - listen to the painters
We need poets, we need painters
we need poets, we need painters
we need poetry and paintings...
Narrow minds are weapons made for mass destruction
file them under giant ass seduction
sheep with crazy leaders, heading for disaster
courting jesters who take themselves for masters
The shrub who took himself for a park
the squeak who took himself for a bark
We need poets, we need painters
we need poets, we need painters
we need poetry and paintings...
We need filmers, and writers, dancers, musicians
actors, and sculptor,s bakers, electricians
thinkers, and doctors, cyclists, and builders
lovers, friends, and neighbours, and others
filmers, writers, dancers, musicians
poets, and painters, poets, and painters
the ex - little atlas heavyweight
Sometimes I wake up with a headful of dust
Rust never sleeps, but sleep, does it rust
Every day I die from a different disease
I don't wanna smile the same old cheese
I don't wanna smell it, I don't wanna sell it
There's gotta be more that can put me at ease
Sometimes I get hired
Sometimes I get fired
And sometimes I crack
Well, sometimes I feel like
I'd wish to fire back
Hell no, I didn't know
I didn't hear the news
Well no, I didn't go
I didn't know what to choose
Hell no, I didn't know
I didn't hear the news
Well no, I didn't go
I didn't know what to choose
I had to save some whales
There's football on T.V.
This time I'll send a check, I couldn't find my keys
I guess I was too tired
My bike just had a flat
I didn't have the money, someone stole my hat
I had to see the doctor's
Not done yet with this mag
I thought you'd call me first, where did I leave my bag?
I got struck in traffic
I couldn't get time off
Wasn't it tomorrow? I was hungry for a laugh
Sometimes I get hired
Sometimes I get fired
And sometimes I crack
Well, sometimes I feel like
I'd wish to fire back
Hell no, I didn't know
I didn't hear the news
Well no, I didn't go
I didn't know what to choose
Hell no, I didn't know
I didn't hear the news
Well no, I didn't go
I didn't know what to choose
the ex - llorar aqui mismo
oye me molesta
esa manera que tu tienes
de decirme las cosas
oye un poco mas suave que ando sencillo
y soy capaz de llorar aqui mismo
aaa llorar aqui mismo
como te llamas cuando me tocas
como te como te
como te llamas
como te llamas
cuando me tocas
como te como te
como te llamas
oye no te enojes
que a cualquiera le podria pasar algo asi
oye tomemonos tragos
hablemos un poco
y perdamonos por los edificios
aaa por los edificios aaa
como lo haces
cuando lo haces
como lo como lo
como lo haces
como lo haces cuando me tocas
como te como te
como te llamas
cuando me tocas
como te como te
como te haces
the ex - nobodies dream
Nobodies' Dream (based on a text by Eduardo Galeano)
Flea's dream is to buy a dog
And the nobodies' dream is to escape
From destiny, from history
And the nobodies dream that one day, suddenly, miraculously
Fortune it will rain, fortune it will pour, but fortune doesn't rain
Not yesterday, tomorrow or today
And not even in a dizzle does fortune drop from the skies
However loud the nobodies' cry
Even when their left hand itches and they get out of bed on the right side or start the new year with a new broom
Fortune doesn't rain
The nobodie's dream is to escape
Cos they're nobody's children, owners of nothing
Who die their life, who miss their hold, the displaced, the denied, the doomed, the damned
Who don't actually exist
Who have no language, but dialect
No religion, but superstition
No art, but handiworks
No culture, but folklore
Who are not human being, but human ressources
Bodies who cost less than the bullet to kill them
Who have no face, but hands
Who have no name, but numbers
Who are no part of history, but miscellaneous news
In the local press
A flea's dream is to buy a dog
And the nobodies' dream is to escape
From destiny, from history
And the nobodies dream that one day, suddenly, miraculously
Fortune it will rain, fortune it will pour, but fortune doesn't rain
Not yesterday, tomorrow or today
the ex - oskar beck
To this day the only thing I know of you is your journey from Bremen to Stuttgart
And your trunk, made in Buenos Aires, your trunk travelled with you
And your trunk, made in Buenos Aires, your trunk travelled with you
Trunk no. 3 with (what can I say?) clothes, shoes, books maybe?
And old photos, to remind you of home? I don't know you, I don't know your way
And old photos, to remind you of home? I don't know you, I don't know your way
Was your journey by boat or was it by train, there were reasons to leave and begin again
We are, we live, we move, we stay and what's ahead is hard to say
We are, we live, we move, we stay and what's ahead is hard to say
And the trunk of Buenos Aires
Labelled no. 3
Carried his things, carries my things
And with it, history
And the trunk of Buenos Aires
Labelled no. 3
Carried his things, carries my things
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