Siendo que este espacio ya rumbeó para el transitado lado de los tomates, aprovecho para expresar mi felicidad por el histórico evento del viernes próximo: Iorio y Lemmy, los colosos del metal pesado, se unen para reventar cabezas.
Comparto, en homenaje a las dos bandas más grandes del mundo, un par de letras inspiradoras, aunque crudas.
GLS
Por nacer - (Almafuerte)
Por nacer, en este suelo,
hice un pacto yo con Dios
o tal vez fue con el diablo, no lo sé.
Sólo recuerdo el mandato decidor,
de no callar lo que tanto se calló.
Después, parece no importarle
a quién parece no sentir.
Tal vez, porque guardando el pan
se cree dueño del buen vivir.
Pobre de él, el orejero cipayo del patrón.
De quien decreto o palazo manda sean ley.
Por mantener a resguardo el botín,
de los que matan con hambrea la nación.
Donde yo, soñando estoy morir
como quién soñando está crecer
Después, parece no importarle
a quien parece no sentir.
Tal vez prefiere olvidar,
por bien de su propio existir.
March or Die - (Motorhead)
The beast behind our eyes is loose,
The day has come, the day has come,
We march to Armageddon,
hungry for the war.
I see the hated enemy,
I see what I was taught to see.
And one of us will bend the knee.
We understand the law.
The blood lust jerks our legs to march.
Fife and drum, fife and drum.
Our eyes are fixed and fearless,
searching for the war.
Our statesmen deal in blood and lies,
100 million stifled cries,
100 million wasted lives
already gone before.
So March or Die, March or Die.
The stench of death is in the sky.
We never fail to satisfy.
We rend with tooth and claw.
Sword and shield and jackboot heel
We love to kill, we love to kill.
We love to taste our own blood
squirm in our own gore.
Children weep and widows wail.
Our education systems fail.
To hide our guilt we build more jails
and we shall build still more.
Our forests die, the stranglehold
that we put on the earth for gold
will yet increase ten thousand fold.
And no one knows what for.
March and die, March and die.
Defecate, despoil and lie.
Cheat, dissemble, preach & spy.
Build your house of straw.
Laugh and cry, laugh and cry.
Bloody sunset drowns the sky
for earth to heal then we must die.
No-one deserves it more.
I tell you we are doomed my friends.
Our time is come, our time is come.
We live within a charnel house,
rotten to the core.
We glorify lust, greed & pain.
We drown our hope in poison rain.
We point the finger, shift the blame.
Ambition makes us whores.
March or croak, march or croak.
All your lives a cosmic joke.
Fill your days with piss and smoke.
The wolf waits at your door.
Burn and dance, burn and dance.
Sex, death, torture, false romance.
Whoop and howl, you have no chance.
Burn and rise no more.
Comparto, en homenaje a las dos bandas más grandes del mundo, un par de letras inspiradoras, aunque crudas.
GLS
Por nacer - (Almafuerte)
Por nacer, en este suelo,
hice un pacto yo con Dios
o tal vez fue con el diablo, no lo sé.
Sólo recuerdo el mandato decidor,
de no callar lo que tanto se calló.
Después, parece no importarle
a quién parece no sentir.
Tal vez, porque guardando el pan
se cree dueño del buen vivir.
Pobre de él, el orejero cipayo del patrón.
De quien decreto o palazo manda sean ley.
Por mantener a resguardo el botín,
de los que matan con hambrea la nación.
Donde yo, soñando estoy morir
como quién soñando está crecer
Después, parece no importarle
a quien parece no sentir.
Tal vez prefiere olvidar,
por bien de su propio existir.
March or Die - (Motorhead)
The beast behind our eyes is loose,
The day has come, the day has come,
We march to Armageddon,
hungry for the war.
I see the hated enemy,
I see what I was taught to see.
And one of us will bend the knee.
We understand the law.
The blood lust jerks our legs to march.
Fife and drum, fife and drum.
Our eyes are fixed and fearless,
searching for the war.
Our statesmen deal in blood and lies,
100 million stifled cries,
100 million wasted lives
already gone before.
So March or Die, March or Die.
The stench of death is in the sky.
We never fail to satisfy.
We rend with tooth and claw.
Sword and shield and jackboot heel
We love to kill, we love to kill.
We love to taste our own blood
squirm in our own gore.
Children weep and widows wail.
Our education systems fail.
To hide our guilt we build more jails
and we shall build still more.
Our forests die, the stranglehold
that we put on the earth for gold
will yet increase ten thousand fold.
And no one knows what for.
March and die, March and die.
Defecate, despoil and lie.
Cheat, dissemble, preach & spy.
Build your house of straw.
Laugh and cry, laugh and cry.
Bloody sunset drowns the sky
for earth to heal then we must die.
No-one deserves it more.
I tell you we are doomed my friends.
Our time is come, our time is come.
We live within a charnel house,
rotten to the core.
We glorify lust, greed & pain.
We drown our hope in poison rain.
We point the finger, shift the blame.
Ambition makes us whores.
March or croak, march or croak.
All your lives a cosmic joke.
Fill your days with piss and smoke.
The wolf waits at your door.
Burn and dance, burn and dance.
Sex, death, torture, false romance.
Whoop and howl, you have no chance.
Burn and rise no more.
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