1.Encuentro En El Rio Musical
'Encuentro en el rio musical'
Performed by Virus
Aflojate, sonrie fugaz
mi cuerpo astral domara tu ser,
incierta pasion, nace en mi alma
presintiendo un oyente ideal.
De todo nos salvara este amor
hasta del mal que haya en el placer,
prolongare mi sonido azul
por los parlantes te ire a buscar.
Descifraras todos los enigmas
que verte el rio al pasar,
collar de peligros, desarmare
en el desierto sus cuentas caeran.
El rio musical, bagnando tu atencion
genero, un lugar, para encontrarnos.
De todo nos salvara este amor
hasta del mal que haya en el placer,
prolongare mi sonido azul
por los parlantes te ire a buscar.
Descifraras todos los enigmas
que verte el rio al pasar,
collar de peligros, desarmare
en el desierto sus cuentas caeran.
El rio musical, bagnando tu atencion
genero, un lugar, para encontrarnos.
Written by Federico Moura
Compiled by Aniceto y los Petroleros
[email protected]
2.Una Luna De Miel En La Mano
'Una luna de miel en la mano'
Performed by Virus
Tu imaginacion me programa en vivo,
llego volando y me arrojo sobre ti,
salto en la musica, entro en tu cuerpo,
cometa Halley, copula y ensuegno.
Tuyo, tuyo,
luna de miel,
luna de miel.
Tu madre no podra interceptarme,
perfecto hermoso, veloz luminoso,
caramelos de miel entre tus manos,
te prometo una cita ideal,
adorando la vitalidad.
Tuyo, tuyo,
luna de miel,
luna de miel.
Tu imaginacion me programa en vivo,
llego volando y me arrojo sobre ti,
salto en la musica, entro en tu cuerpo,
cometa Halley, copula y ensuegno.
Tuyo, tuyo,
luna de miel,
luna de miel.
Caramelos de miel entre tus manos,
te prometo una cita ideal,
adorando la vitalidad.
Gozo, tuyo,
luna de miel,
luna de miel.
Written by Federico Moura／Eduardo Costa
Compiled by Aniceto y los Petroleros
[email protected]
3.Terror
Terror
Is life for people on the streets
Rejected for who you are
By everyone you meet
Horror
Is knowing that tomorrow you might die
You can't get on your feet no matter
How you try
Horror
Is carrying all the things you own
Never having anywhere that you
Can call a home
This is terror..... And we've had enough
Terror
Is a child that can't get enough to eat
A victim of society- cast out on the street
Terror
Is growing up without knowing what is home
At the age of ten being all alone
Horror
Why do these people have to die？
Why can't we look them right in the eyes
This is terror..... And we've had enough
Terror
Another innocent is raped
Another act of violence
Make no mistake
Horror
Is knowing that the city isn't safe
And this is where we make our home
And where our child play
Horror
Is knowing that with everything you own
You could be dead
Or all alone
This is terror..... And we've had enough
4.Mountain
Well I'm not patriotic, I won't die for my country, Well there's
no such thing as civil war, But no place I'd rather be, Well I
hate our fuckin' government, there's no trust in our system,
Well I hate the fact that we always think it's only us and them!
My 21 years walkin' down this road I've spent a lot of time
wondering what I'm gonna do to keep myself in line, I will not
join the army, it's all militious hype, I'm not too good with
authority, I've never been the type! Well I've been around the
country, and I've met a lot of kids, I know my rights, I've paid
my dues and that's just the way it is!
5.Ebola
(First verse)
I thought love was only true in fairy tales,
Meant for someone else but not for me,
Love was out to get me, (Baddabudumbadum)
That's the way it seems, (Baddabudumbadum)
Dissapointment Haunted all my dreams,
(Chorus)
And then I saw her face,
Now I'm a believer,
Not a trace,
Of doubt in ma' mind,
I'm in love, Oh! I'm a believer,
I couldn't leave her if I tried,
(Verse 2)
I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more you give,
The less I got,
What's the use in trying, (Baddabudumbadum)
All you get is pain, (Baddabudumbadum)
When I needed sunshine I got rain,
(Chorus)
6.Painting
Crisis
Observers feel
For one victim
From two parties guilty
With cold repose
With inward hate
Some defend both
Some abstain
Try to pretend
The monster's intent
To silence with violence
And retch not from scent
Genuine glee
Thrill of teenage mischief
Grown men swarm
To rip at the hetacomb
For one hundred lost
Is three the cost？
Milled to brown mire
Quenched their ire
With film and sound
Paint this scene
Which exploits your
Culture's private memes
To taste a glimpse
Of passions clandestine
Simulate and go to
Your own Palestine
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