MAL BICHO - LOS FABULOSOS CADILLACS Vos que andás diciendo
que hay mejores y peores Vos que andás diciendo
que se debe hacer Escucha lo que canto,
Pero no confundir! Es de Paz lo que canto.
Que me hablás de privilegios de una raza soberana Superiores, Inferiores
Minga de Poder! Como se te ocurre Vos que andás diciendo
que hay mejores y peores Vos que andás diciendo
que se debe hacer
que algunos son elegidos y otros son para el descarte
Ambiciones de Poder
Es malo tu destino Que marcó tu camino?
La canción que es valiente Es canción para siempre.
Como dijo mi abuela:
"Aquí el que no corre vuela" Y en el Planeta son tantos Como pueden ser tantos?
En la escuela nos enseñan a memorizar Fechas de batallas
Pero que poco nos enseñan de Amor ¡Discriminar!, eso no esta nada bien
Ante los ojos de Dios Todos somos iguales Sos el que hace las guerras
Dicta falsas condenas El que ama la violencia
Que no tiene conciencia (nunca piensa, nunca piensa, no cuida ni su alma, ¡Mambo!)
¡Mal bicho!
Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho
Así es como te ves Mal Bicho
¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos
Mal bicho Así es como te ves
Mal Bicho ¡Mal bicho!
Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho
Así es como te ves Mal Bicho
¿Por qué vas lastimando
a quién se ve distinto? Imponiendo Posturas
Siempre con mano dura.
¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos
Mal bicho Así es como te ves
Mal Bicho ¡Mal bicho!
Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho
Así es como te ves Mal Bicho
¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos
Mal bicho Así es como te ves
Mal Bicho
Vos tenés pal' Abrigo Otros mueren de frío
Sos el que anda matando El que va torturando...
¡Mal bicho!
Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho
Así es como te ves Mal Bicho
- Sí
Yo no voy
A la guerra A la violencia A la injusticia
Ni a su codicia...
Digo NO!!!
Paz en el mundo!!
REDEMPTION SONG – BOB MARLEY
Old pirates, yes, they rob i; sold i to the merchant ships,
minutes after they took i from the bottomless pit.
but my hand was made strong by the 'and of the almighty.
we forward in this generation triumphantly.
won't you help to sing these songs of freedom? -
'cause all i ever have: redemption songs; redemption songs.
emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; none but ourselves can free our minds.
have no fear for atomic energy, 'cause none of them can stop the time. how long shall they kill our prophets, while we stand aside and look? ooh!
some say it's just a part of it: we've got to fulfil de book.
won't you help to sing these songs of freedom? -
'cause all i ever have: redemption songs; redemption songs; redemption songs.
--- /guitar break/
--- emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
none but ourselves can free our mind. wo! have no fear for atomic energy,
'cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time. how long shall they kill our prophets,
while we stand aside and look? yes, some say it's just a part of it:
we've got to fulfil de book. won't you help to sing
dese songs of freedom? - 'cause all i ever had: redemption songs -
all i ever had:
redemption songs: these songs of freedom,
songs of freedom.
BUFFALO SOLDIER - BOB MARLEY
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta: there was a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
stolen from africa, brought to america, fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.
i mean it, when i analyze the stench - to me it makes a lot of sense:
how the dreadlock rasta was the buffalo soldier, and he was taken from africa, brought to america,
fighting on arrival, fighting for survival. said he was a buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta -
buffalo soldier in the heart of america. if you know your history,
then you would know where you coming from, then you wouldn't have to ask me,
who the 'eck do i think i am. i'm just a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
stolen from africa, brought to america, said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america. dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! buffalo soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand, troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.
said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america; buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta,
fighting on arrival, fighting for survival; driven from the mainland to the heart of the caribbean.
singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
troddin' through san juan in the arms of america; troddin' through jamaica, a buffalo soldier# -
fighting on arrival, fighting for survival: buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta. woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! /fadeout/
IMAGINE – JOHN LENNON
Imagine there's no Heaven It's easy if you try
And no Hell below us Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today Imagine there's no country
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too
Imagine all the people Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one Maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no posessions I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger Or Brotherhood of Man
Imagine all the people Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one
And maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one
You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one
Maybe someday you will join us And the world will be as one...
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE – JOHN LENNON One, Two, one two three four
Ev'rybody's talking about Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m.
All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance
C'mon
Ev'rybody's talking about Ministers, Sinisters, Banisters and canisters
Bishops and Fishops and Rabbis and Pop eyes, And bye bye, bye byes.
All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance
Let me tell you now
Ev'rybody's talking about Revolution, evolution, masturbation, flagellation, regulation, integrations,
meditations, United Nations, Congratulations.
All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance
Ev'rybody's talking about
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper,
Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna,
Hare, Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance
REVOLUTION 1 – THE BEATLES
You say you want a revolution Well you know
we all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution
Well you know We all want to change the wo-rld
But when you talk about destruction Don't you know you can count me out, Don't you know it's gonna be? alright?
Alright Alright
You say you got a real solution Well you know
we'd all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution
Well you know We're all doing what we can
But if you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell you is brother you have to wait
Don't you know it's gonna be alright?
Alright Alright
uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
You say you'll change the constitution Well you know
we'd all love to change your head You tell me it's the institution
Well you know You better free your mind instead
But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow
Don't you know it's gonna be alright Alright ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT
THE REFUGEE – U2
War, War... She's the refugee
I see your face I see you staring back at me
Wa, War... She's the refugee
Her mama say one day she's gonna Live in America In the morning She is waiting
Waiting for the ship to sail Sail away
Wa, War...
Her papa go to war He gonna fight
But he don't know what for Wa, War...
Her papa go to war Her mama say one day he's gonna
Come back from far away
Help me How can you help me?
In the evening She is waiting
Waiting for her man to come And take her by her hand
And take her to this promise land
War, War... She's a pretty face
But at the wrong time In the wrong place
Wa, War... She's a pretty face
Her mama say one day she's gonna Live in America Yeah, America
Wa, War...
She's a refugee
She's coming back, she's coming Keep you company
Wa, War... She's a refugee
Her mama say one day she's gonna Live in America
(.................... ?)
GAME WITHOUT FRONTIERS/JEUX SANS FRONTIERS – PETER GABRIEL
Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières
Hans plays with Lotte Lotte plays with Jane Jane plays with Willi Willi is happy again Suki plays with Leo
Sacha plays with Britt Adolf builds a bonfire
Enrico plays with it
Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers
War without tears If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers War without tears
Games without frontiers War without tears
Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières
Andre has a red flag
Chiang Ching's is blue They all have hills to fly them on
Except for Lin Tai Yu Dressing up in costumes
Playing silly games Hiding out in tree tops
Shouting out rude names
Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers
War without tears If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers War without tears
Games without frontiers War without tears
Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontiers Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontiers
BIKO – PETER GABRIEL
September '77 port elizabeth weather fine
it was business as usual in police room 619
oh biko, biko, because biko oh biko, biko, because biko
yihla moja, yihla moja -the man is dead
when i try to sleep at night
i can only dream in red the outside world is black and white
with only one colour dead oh biko, biko, because biko oh biko, biko, because biko
yihla moja, yihla moja -the man is dead
you can blow out a candle
but you can't blow out a fire once the flames begin to catch
the wind will blow it higher oh biko, biko, because biko
yihla moja, yihla moja -the man is dead
and the eyes of the world are
watching now watching now
RUSSIANS - STING
In europe and america there's a growing feeling of hysteria Conditioned to respond to all the threats In the rhetorical speeches of the soviets
Mr. krushchev said we will bury you I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do If the russains love their children too
How can i save my little boy from oppenheimer's deadly toy
There is no monopoly of common sense On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology Regardless of ideology
Believe me when i say to you I hope the russians love their children too
There is no historical precedent
To put words in the mouth of the president There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie we don't believe anymore Mr. reagan says we will protect you
I don't subscribe to this point of view Believe me when i say to you
I hope the russians love their children too
We share the same biology Regardless of ideology
What might save us me and you Is that the russians love their children too
CHILDREN’S CRUSADE – STING
Young men, soldiers, Nineteen Fourteen Marching through countries they'd never seen
Virgins with rifles, a game of charades All for a Children's Crusade
Pawns in the game are not victims of chance Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
The children of England would never be slaves They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud And stained in the blood of a whole generation
Corpulent generals safe behind lines
History's lessons drowned in red wine Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed All for a Children's Crusade
The children of England would never be slaves They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud And stained in the blood of a whole generation
Midnight in Soho, Nineteen Eighty-four
Fixing in doorways, opium slaves Poppies for young men, such bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed All for a Children's Crusade
MARTIN LUTHER KING
Sleep sleep tonight
and may your dreams be realized
if the thunder cloud passes rain so let it rain
rain down on him so let it be so let it be
sleep
sleep tonight and may your dreams
be realized if the thundercloud
passes rain so let it rain
let it rain rain on him
SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY – U2
Yes...
I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away How long...
How long must we sing this song How long, how long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight...
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters Torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long...
How long must we sing this song How long, how long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight...tonight...
Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
The real battle just begun To claim the victory Jesus won
On...
Sunday Bloody Sunday Sunday Bloody Sunday...
THE FLETCHER MEMORIAL – PINK FLOYD
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere and build them a home, a little place of their own.
the fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings.
And they can appear to themselves every day on closed circuit t.v.
to make sure they're still real. it's the only connection they feel.
"ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, reagan and haig, mr. begin and friend, mrs. thatcher, and paisly,
"hello maggie!" mr. brezhnev and party. "who's the bald chap?" the ghost of mccarthy, the memories of nixon.
"good-bye!" and now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin-
american meat packing glitterati. Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead. Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
with their favorite toys they'll be good girls and boys
in the fletcher memorial home for colonial wasters of life and limb.
Is everyone in? are you having a nice time?
now the final solution can be applied.
Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call
The police Always come late If they come at all
Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call The police
Always come late If they come at all
And when they arrive
They say they can't interfere With domestic affairs
Between a man and his wife And as they walk out the door The tears well up in her eyes
Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul Prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road
And the policeman said "I'm here to keep the peace.
Will the crowd disperse? I think we all could use some sleep."
Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call The police
Always come late If they come at all