The Star Wars That I Used To Know

Qué ocurrente es el personal... Además de dar en la diana, por cierto.

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Nuevo concierto...

De Nomad en Madrid:

• Cuándo: jueves, 17 de noviembre, de 21:30 a 23:30.
• Dónde: Sala La Mala Club, C/ Seseña 9, Madrid

Cada vez me gusta más este grupo. :)

Nomad: Faith

Un excelente producto patrio, de esos que tanto escasean últimamente:




Si os ha gustado, aquí tenéis más. Ah, y podéis verlos en directo el domingo 2 de octubre, en la mítica Gruta 77.

Cash or Clash

Cash or Clash (Millencolin)

I shouldn't live in this part of town.
Human nature sure has let me down.
Segregation! Does it ring a bell?
Well, I've gotta name that you can't spell.

Oh yeah, I know I've said it all before,
that I don't care where I belong no more.
Well, I'm just amazed cause when I look around,
there are only rich, blond kids at the near playground.

At the Wellpark Tramstation they get in and you get out.
It's a modern world sensation and it makes me wonder.
Yeah, it makes me wonder what it's all about?

I say it's fear, it's fear, for all what's queer.
If it's strange we panic. Yeah, we won't come near.
And this, this fear, won't disappear.
No, the problems organic. Yeah, it will stay here.

I know I'm here cause I've got the cash.
Yeah, once you've got the money there won't be no clash.
Yeah, money is kind of sweet, it solves a lot for me.
God bless A.Smith and the economy.

So what's a citizen to do?
Well, I could change my name or give all my money to the fewl?

Extinguíos

De los inefables Siniestro Total. :)

Fail!

El improperio contraataca

¡¡El Reno Renardo ya tiene nuevo disco!!
Podéis descargarlo, como siempre por la patilla, desde su peich.




El Reno Renardo - Mis Colegas

Hoy he vuelto a amanecer con escasa lucidez
Entre unos cartones impregnados de orines
Se me ha caído otro diente, ya solo me quedan 4
Necesito un trago, vamos al supermercado
Brik de vino pa desayunar
Que rulen los porros
¡Viva el Don Simón!
La Puri siempre trabajando para esos rumanos
Chencho está en la trena y el Paquito tiene el mono
Curro se ha pasao de dosis y es posible que la espiche
Mientras pego el palo a dos viejas con caniche
Tengo supergen para esnifar
Y esta china que aun huele
Al culo de Hassan

Son mis colegas
En la calle nos pasábamos los petas
Son mis colegas
Nos da igual farlopa, cannabis o anfeta

Cuando no hay pa más me hago chiflos de starlux
Nos metemos por la napia frascos de vicks vaporús
Mojaré en LSD las galletas Chiquilín
Esta noche a ver si hay suerte y no me da fuego un skin
Brik de vino pa desayunar
Y esta china que aun huele
Al culo de Hassan

Son mis colegas
Y los viernes salimos en callejeros
Son mis colegas
Nos verás durmiendo en los cajeros.

Yo salí de casa a por tabaco
Pero al final menuda liada
Ahora estoy tirado y de mi perro y de mi flauta no sé nada

Son mis colegas
En el parque nos pasábamos los petas
Son mis colegas
Nos da igual farlopa, cannabis o anfeta
Son mis colegas
Y los viernes salimos en callejeros
Son mis colegas
Nos verás durmiendo en los cajeros

Adivina adivinanza

¿Cómo se llama el perro de Windows XP?

Goliat. Porque a veces busca, otras veces no busca.

(Sin ánimo de hacer publicidad, y sólo para aquellos que no lo hayan pillado, consultar aquí).

Shut me off 'cause I go crazy

Monster Magnet - Negasonic Teenage Warhead

Saw your face last night on the tube
Strong fine snake in a sucker's vacuum
15 clicks and it's time to say bye
15 trips and a love that won't die
Me and myself killed a world today
Me and myself got a world to save
Broadcast dead revolution don't pay
Strapped up freaks on the Lazarus plane
I can tell just by the climate, and I can tell just by the style
I was born and raised on Venus and I may be here a while
Cause every supersonic jerkoff who plugs into the game
Is just like every subatomic genius who just invented pain
I will deny you
I will deny you baby
I will deny you
I will deny you baby
I will deny you
I will deny you baby
I will deny you
I will deny you baby

Oh baby, I'm lazy
Oh baby, introduce me to God
Oh baby, I'm lady
Oh baby, set a place for the dog, for the dog

Shut me off 'cause I go crazy with this planet in my hands
Shut me off 'cause I go crazy with this planet in my hands
Shut me off 'cause I go crazy with this planet in my hands
Shut me off 'cause I go crazy with this planet in my hands
I can tell just by the climate, and I can tell just by the style
I was born and raised on Venus and I may be here a while
Cause every supersonic jerkoff who plugs into the game
Is just like every subatomic genius who just invented pain
I will deny you
I will deny you baby
I will deny you
I will deny you baby

Hay chistes que te dejan helado

- Hoy he ido a comprar a "La Sirena".
- Y yo a "La Bella y la Bestia".

Just a punk rock song

Bad Religion - Punk Rock Song

Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with the dead?
There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
And the figures don't lie, they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please

Have you lived the experience?
Have you witnessed the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape
In this land of competition the compassion is gone
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
We keep pushing on

This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk, rock, song!

Have you visited the graveyard?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party conventions and the real politic
The faces always different, the rhetoric the same
But we swallow it all, and we see nothing change
Nothing has changed...

This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like workers in a factory we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' robots out there
And this is just a punk, rock, song!

10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain
Big strong people unwilling to give
Small in vision and perspective
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time, running out of time!

This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk, rock, song!

The figures don't lie, they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time!

This is just a punk rock song,
This is just a punk rock song,
This is just a punk, rock, song!

Proletario y parásito

Con un par

Copirraig bai el siempre genial Forges.

Sonrían por favor

A pesar de mi vagancia permanente, que se mantiene en su punto álgido desde hace meses, hemos llegado a la nada despreciable cifra de ¡¡400 entradas en el blog!!
Seguro que nunca un blog tan absurdo ni con tan poco fundamento ha llegado tan lejos.


¿Lo mejor de todo? Que no tengo que pensar nada para esta entrada, con poner una imagen conmemorativa vale. Ah, por cierto, y encima la he birlado del blog "La piñata frikie".

Hoy me siento...

Eh, con calma...

No hay nada como una buena taza de café

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El día de la madre

Pixels (Patrick Jean)

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El aberroncho