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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!



¿Por qué vas lastimando

a quién se ve distinto? Imponiendo Posturas

Siempre con mano dura.



Mal Bicho ¡Mal bicho!





Mal Bicho

Vos tenés pal' Abrigo Otros mueren de frío

Sos el que anda matando El que va torturando...

¡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.


Let me tell you now

Ev'rybody's talking about Revolution, evolution, masturbation, flagellation, regulation, integrations,

meditations, United Nations, Congratulations.


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


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


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


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


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."


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

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