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Letras de
Sumo
Corpiños en la madrugada (reedición) (1992)
Temas del Disco:
1. Night and day2. Mejor no hablar (de ciertas cosas)
3. Banderitas y globos
4. Tel?fonos / White Trash
5. La rubia tarada
6. Divididos por la felicidad
7. Quiero dinero
8. Fuck You
9. Debede
10. Breaking away
11. NextWeek
12. Warm mist
13. Solo piano
Letras del Disco
Night and dayNight and day the winds hold away
In the upper athmosphere
And down this way the children play
With their warmed up plastic spears
And the cars drive by
And the flower dies
And the traffic flows
And the flower grows.
You walk into the room
You're bound to find me there
You hand me the wooden spoon
The sun shines through your hair
But please, please, leave me
Until ten to four
'cos I'm piecing togheter the night before
So you call me on the phone
So I feel I'm not alone
And you mention Ho Chi Minn
While I try to remember where I've been
But the TV goes on and on and on
But the aerial's fucked
So the picture is wrong
And the whole of this is only a song
The whole of this is only a song
The cars drive by,
And the flower dies
and the traffic flows,
and the flower grows,
Night and Day, Night and Day,
It,s just Night and Day
Mejor no hablar (de ciertas cosas)
Una mujer, una mujer atr?s,
una mujer atr?s de un vidrio empa?ado.
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
Un tornado, un tornado, un tornado...
Un tornado arras? a mi ciudad y a m? jard?n primitivo.
Un tornado arras? a tu ciudad y a tu jard?n primitivo.
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas
no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la plata m?s dulce
Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la plata m?s dulce
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, no, no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
Saltando, saltando, saltando...
Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
La mujer, el vidrio, el tornado, el jard?n primitivo,
yo, la flor, saltando, fugitivo, no, no, no...
Que no, que no, que no...
Banderitas y globos
1,2,3,4 ...
Estoy dando vueltas sobre el carrousell
Mi cabeza est? podrida
Y se me quema la piel
Los pies me duelen
No tocan el piso
Mirenme ya, estoy hecho un erizo
Chau Mo Mo y chau Esther
Ya no tengo sentido
Y no tengo poder
Me muevo, me muevo
A tu alrededor
Lo que me queda
Es todo este temblor
El micro melleva y no se d?nde estoy
Puede ser Uruguay, puede ser Chivilcoy
Me mueven, me mueven,
La ruta se extiende
Lo entendido es lo que no entiendo
Tel?fonos / White Trash
Night is down in insect town
I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube
Tedious, tedium, flowing slow
I'm crying for something I could really use
We're worker ants, or ants with wings
Saying "God I'm high" or "Christ, I'm late"
Asking girls and women
"Won't you show us the way
To crumple sheets and naughtier things? "
But it's sad, so sad
The old people never had not quite so bad
(not this way, anyway)
And it,s sad, sad, sad
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
And telephones ringing in empty rooms
All the birs have flown from the uptown
And a family I know has built an ark
It's been raining long in a steady flow
And newspaper headlines read bad and stark
But is sad, so sad
The old people never had not quite so bad.
SKa ,Ska,....
People of Babylon, if you want to be wrong
You've got to be strong
If not you'll go down
Down, down down
You can bite the hands that feeds you
Spit in the face of those who needs you
But when you're old, who is gonna feed you
When you're on your own?
I hear my black brothers every day
Saying how they've been put down in so many ways
Well, what about us Rasta?
Some of us been treated just the same way
I look around and all I see is
White trash in a Babylon
White trash in a London
White trash right here in Buenos Aires town
Ska, Ska...
People of the Argentine
You eat your meat everyday
And you dress so fine
What about your brothers in Africa
Dying, starving
All of the time?
Well you can bite the hand...
I look around and all I see is
White trash in Birmingham
White trash in Twinckenham
White trash where I live in Hurlingham.
La rubia tarada
Caras conchetas, miradas berretas
y hombres encajados en Fiorucci.
Oigo "dame" y "quiero" y "no te metas"
"Te gust? el nuevo Bertolucci?".
La rubia tarada, bronceada, aburrida,
me dice "Por qu? te pelaste?"
Y yo "Por el asco que d? tu sociedad.
Por el pelo de hoy ?cu?nto gastaste?"
Un pseudo punkito, con el acento finito
quiere hacer el chico malo.
Tuerce la boca, se arregla el pelito,
se toma un trago y vuelve a Belgrano.
Basta! Me voy, rumbo a la puerta
y despu?s al boliche a la esquina
a tomar una ginebra con gente despierta.
Esta si que es Argentina!
Divididos por la felicidad
Yo siempre ando rompiendo vasos
en los cuartos de otra gente
siempre levantando tumbas de otra gente.
No importa lo que existi? hace pocos a?os,
los d?as felices se quebraron, pero as? es la vida.
Qu? buenos tiempos
qu? hermosos tiempos
qu? buenos tiempos
pero qu? soledad.
Si yo tuviera pantalones
caminar?a por la calle
y si yo tuviera una "mauser"
matar?a a todos los que encuentro.
Qu? buenos tiempos
qu? hermosos tiempos
qu? buenos tiempos
pero qu? soledad.
Estoy caminando por una casa rara
y paso dieciocho puertas cerradas
si no entend?s el sentido
mir? mis cicatrices.
Qu? buenos tiempos
qu? hermosos tiempos
qu? buenos tiempos
pero qu? soledad.
Quiero dinero
Fuck You
You know that things are really saint
About of beeing annoyed
I look up in the morning
And I doubt if she's really sloe
select, select the parasite
And forget me for that way
I never rocked anybody
And I just want to run away
Yeyeyeyeyeyeyeye Yoyoyoyoyo
Fuck You !!!
Yeah ....
You know I see you in the morning times
But I wanna see you know
I look up anybody
I gave you that stupid card
Abel Abel Abel Abel
Yeyeyeyeyeyeyeye Yoyoyoyoyoyoyoy
Fuck You !
Yeah, Come on it
Right !!
Debede
We walked down to the disco
on that saturday night.
You know, you really looked good,
you know, I felt all right
We walked to that Disco
on that saturday night.
You know, I really looked good
you know, I felt all right.
Disco Baby Disco!
When you're dying in your bed.
Disco Baby Disco!
When you're crying in your head.
Disco Baby Disco!
You don't know rock and roll.
Disco Baby Disco!
Is gonna satisfy your soul...Yeah!
Well I don't know, but I've been told,
the streets of heaven are lined with gold.
I don't know but I've been told,
the streets of heaven are lined with gold.
I wonder if it can get much worse
if the Russians get up there first?Eh? Ha, ha!
Disco Baby Disco.
Do it when you'r down.
Disco Baby Disco.
Do it upside down.
Disco Baby Disco.
Writhing in your bed.
Disco Baby Disco.
You're dancing on your head.
Cu-cu, cu-cu, cu-cu chu cho!
Cucurucho!
Disco!...
Breaking away
Break... break... break... break...
break... break... break... break...
break... break... break...
I'm breaking away from you.
Open your hands and show me what your holding.
Is it an emerald, or is it a pearl?
What other information are you beholding?
You're such a funny girl.
Where is your mother, where did she came from?
Was your father a sailor or a thief?
Who was your brothers, where did they came from?
I'd wish you'd tell me about them at least.
But you're so silent, you're so gentle.
I think my brain will go.
This town's your town, yeah, this room's your temple.
And now you know what I have to go.
That's what it takes to love you.
That's what it takes to love you too.
That's what it takes to hate you too.
So I'll just wanna go.
Break... break... break... break...
break... break... break... break...
break... break... break...
I'm breaking away from you.
Don't give me words whit no meanings.
Don't give me problems that you can't solve.
Ha! Don't tell me now you're revealing.
things we spoke of long ago.
I know you're ways, I know you're silence.
This could go on all day.
This is the way this is the violence.
And now you know why I can't stay.
That's what it takes to love you.
That's what it takes to love you too.
That's what it takes to hate you too.
Break... break... break... break...
break... break... break... break...
break... break... break...
I'm breaking away from you
NextWeek
Come one little baby
wan't you love next week
I want to love you next week
Come on lady
show me next week
I want to show you
next week
I said come on baby
know me next week
I wanna know you next week
I said come on lady
do it next week
I want to do it next week
y eah!!
Dame nena dame nest-quick
quiero tu nest-quick
Digo: dale baby
dame nest-quick
nesecito nest-quick
I sais come on little lady
show me next week... etc...
Come on sweet dream thing
give me next week
I want to have it next week
come lady... etc...
quiero
quiero
quiero
I really, I wanna
really, I wanna
really, oh, oh, oh!
Warm mist
Solo piano
