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Marc Ribot y los Cubanos Postizos

True Dreams

True Dreams Of Wichita - Soul Coughing

Signal got lost to the satellite

Got lost in the

Rideup to the

Plungedown;

Man sends the ray of the electric light

Sends the impulse

Through the air

Down to home

And you can stand

On the arms

Of the williamsburg bridge

Crying

Hey man, well this is babylon

And you can fire out on a bus

To the outside world

Down to louisiana

You can take her with you

I've seen the

Rains of the real world

Come forward on the plain

I've seen the kansas of your sweet little myth

You've never seen it, no,

I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed

Through your

True dreams

Of wichita

Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks

Push out dead air from a parking garage

Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence

Where you grip her love like a driver's liscense

I've seen you

Fire up the gas in the engine valves

I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial

I've seen the airwaves

Pull your eyes towards heaven

Outside topeka in the phone lines

Her good teeth smile was winding down

Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes

They say you had it, but you sold it

You didn't want it, no

I'm half drunk on static you transmit

Through your

True dreams

Of wichita

NYC Man

Ayer soñé que estaba en Nueva York, caminaba desde los suburbios hasta el centro de la ciudad. Hoy me levanté con muchas ganas de escuchar a Lou Reed.

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Ray Charles

No hay delito. ¡¡¡Catch a Fire!!!

No al impuestazo

El Gobierno nacional impulsa un proyecto de ley para aumentar los impuestos internos y el IVA a los productos electrónicos como computadoras y celulares. Ya cuenta con media sanción en diputados.
Yo por lo pronto tendré que empezar a buscar mi viejo y queridísimo Walkman. Más información en noalimpuestazo.com

Taxman - The Beatles

Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet

Taxman!
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman

Don't ask me what I want it for (Aahh Mr. Wilson)
If you don't want to pay some more (Aahh Mr. Heath)
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

And you're working for no one but me
Taxman!

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Billie Holiday

¡Que no cunda el pánico!

Canciones viejas tan pero tan actuales, este disco es de 1995. Solo quería alimentar un poco más el nivel de psicosis colectiva

NOS QUIEREN METER MIEDO
 

La Grippe
There's a flu bug getting passed around
And it's spreading like fire through the town
There's a virus holing up inside us
Everyone that I know is coming down
There's an asian influenza Infecting us all by the score
And it's turning into pneumonia
We must go out once more
There's a fool moon howling at the night
And it's bark is much worse than it's bite
So we must go out and dance around
Yes we must go tonight
So the doctors came on the evening train
With their flasks and their caskets and vials
Mass psychosis was their diagnosis (yes)
So we all cashed our checks and went wild
There's a fool moon howling at the night
And it's bark is much worse than it's bite
So we must go out and dance around
Yes we must go tonight La grippe!, salsa

Verano

Inti llegó desde un verano mas agradable y me trajo un disco acorde. Ideal para escuchar en tus vacaciones en Chapadmalal mientras tratas de huir de tu suegra.

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