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De Serpientes
02:42
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Las paredes se derrumben con la voz de las serpientes
Ellas comen las manzanas pero se han quedado ausente
Ellas quedan en las vueltas
en las garras, las semillas
Ya hace falta muchos dias
Para poder consumirlas
Temporadas quedan cortas
para sembrar su cosecha
No hay lluvia en sus campos
No hay desahogo hasta la fecha
Si nuestros deseos fueran obras
Cuantas granjas florecieran
A que punto bastaria
Es hora de encender la mecha
Y esta gente nada siente porque no les queda nada
Ya hace falta mucho tiempo para sanar sus heridas
Los engaños de la vida son dificil superarlos
Los desprecios de la gente ya no hay que lamentarlos
Que pensaban que ellos nunca se hartarian de trabajar
Y es por eso que alacranes aun no tienen alas
Y se siguen arrastrando en el piso con las viboras
Y cuando hace mucho frio si les falta su cobija
Si rien de sus heridas es muy poco su orgullo
Pueden seguir por sus rastros con un poco disimulo
Si he nacido para ser pobre ya se mucho los desprecios
Yo conozco de los hechos y tambien de sus inventos
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2. |
Snack de La Rocha
02:58
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You always wanted me to write a song for you
And now that you’re gone that song is overdue
I’m just sorry that it took so long
I’m so sorry that it’s now that you are gone
You’re gone, you said you won’t be coming back
You’re gone, you said that was the end of that
What difference does it make
If I’ve cried since that day
What difference does it take
To see faults and to see blame
You always wanted me to write a song for you
And now that I’ve got it out I’ll probably write another 2
I just hope they’re not so hard to listen to
I just hope that they are good enough for you
You’re gone, you said you won’t be coming back
You’re gone, you said that was the end of that
What difference does it make
If I’ve cried since that day
What difference does it take
To see faults and to see blame
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3. |
Jamesong
01:58
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Out of the tiger’s mouth I heard the roar
It was a sound I could not ignore
It rang loud across the hills
Down through the valleys and through the fields
It couldn’t wait to take its fate
It slowly yearned to try to relate
But the leopards would also growl and act like this was all their sound
A tiger’s growl
Sound the alarm
A tiger’s growl
Pack up all your arms
There was a heavy rain
it caused a great big deal of pain
It flooded down the lower lands
They tried to join their hands
Although the winds were blowing through
There wasn’t much that they could do
The mountains had called them home
And in those lands they were left to roam
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4. |
Country Grammar
03:06
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I’ll sing a special song for you
I’ll sing till the night is through
And on the days that seem to drag
I’ll keep on screaming down your path
It helps alleviate my head
It helps alleviate what’s said
I’ll keep it in this rhythm
So y’all say fuck the system
But keep on doing what you do
Expecting getting something new
Oh can I just be dead
Will it alleviate this dread
So when you hear that song
I hope you’ll feel it break apart
All the bullshit that it’s cost
Trying to make ourselves feel worth
And I know that it will hurt
But we’ve got to do the work
Yeah I know that it will hurt
But we’ve got to do the work
I’ll write it on the backs of hands
I’ll scream till you understand
And on the days that you forget
I will feel like I’m in debt
Why can’t I let it rest
I’m mediocre at my best
And maybe y’all can sing along
Help me feel like I can do no wrong
One night those songs will sound
As I am buried to the ground
No, I will not give it up
I just hope that that’s enough
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5. |
Jackie Daytona
01:56
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Feels like we’re playing with fire
Broken towns built up by liars
I watch the city catch aflame
Wonder what will remain
All the things left in my name
There’s so many so I’ll refrain
And if the church has any say
My body dies but will decay
I guess I’ll wither until my fate
Until my voice will have a say
Where there’s smoke there is fire
Broken towns torn down by liars
The eyesight you have at night
Won’t rest until daylight
It’s made it’s fucking pleas
Got on it’s fucking knees
Until the moon we’ll sleep
Until the dawn we’ll creep
The stars are hearing songs
Won’t write them too long
It bounces off the waves
They amplify in caves
And until this day
My lungs will still decay
I watch the city catch aflame
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