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8 Canciones que no le gustan ni a mi madre

by MATEOLIKA Y LOS EME DE MEAR

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1.
THE 40 CRIMINALS We’ve got no songs that only speak of love And we’re not on our way to the forty criminals We keep opting for self-management We’re nothing but a throw-up from the slums The way it stays in our memory and the way it won’t stay, If a few minutes go by and it sounds familiar and then resounds, It’s a deal made to fill people’s pockets And it no longer matters if the music was left in a drawer. It’s always the same, camouflaged under another sexy woman People born like stars from the hopeful casting And it’s selling an image and an easy chorus, Done to death by the end of summer. We don’t have any songs… The way it stays in our memory and the way it won’t stay If they bombard your brain with publicity And in the ads you recognize the original song That now’s been changed to give it a more subliminal touch And it’s something strange when I see the new sensation A group who used to move and sing for revolution All my respect for the first division But in the third division there’s no promotion if you don’t change your colours
2.
THIS IS A HOLD-UP Hands up, this is a hold-up. I ask for a prescription, but there’s no discount for the victims of the shoot-up My unemployment card says I’ll never get a pension Hands up, this is a hold-up. Time goes by and my face is getting worse, Give me an aspirin and leave in the dagger, That you stabbed me with. Petrol in the sales Expired dates, wrap it all up in a paper, I’m the first one to want to leave in one piece But they knock me down when I see the prices on the sign. Hands up, this is a hold-up, Don’t ask any questions, or even take any notice, But don’t forget that in their hands they carry your certificate. There’s no help when you want to protest It’s the taxes the authorities impose They’ve drained me dry for drinking and pissing And in the corridors of Brussels they enjoy their privacy. Hands up, this is a hold-up, I ask for a prescription, but there’s no discount for the victims of the shoot-up My unemployment card says I’ll never get a pension
3.
ANTI-PEOPLE CITY Welcome to Barcelona, the anti-people city Welcome to Barcelona, welcome, welcome (x2) Barcelona ain’t got no power, the funeral’s about to come Let’s rent a room with views of the Besós river They say it’s polluted by the fog that surrounds it The same fog that in the street leaves us unable to react (x2) Welcome to Barcelona, the anti-people city Welcome to Barcelona, welcome, welcome (x2) And with the candle, candle, candle of Saint John, we could make a great big bonfire And with their public-mindedness in action and their shitty laws, They wanted to make a great city with a perfect Diagonal, Is there any money left here? I want to be an architect too (x2) You’ll come back, if you have a drink from the Canaletas fountain, You’ll come back for the beach, and you’ll run into the Hotel Vela The forum of ignorance and millions of property companies, That want to be in the ad: “Barcelona get pretty” Welcome to Barcelona…
4.
WELCOME TO DEATH And they show you pretty faces stirring up your conscience For the welcome there’s no waiting party He’ll cry for his goals, he’ll take out his wallet Now I don’t know if I’m paying the dead or the media. Who have got rich from the tragedy Of those who have more family in the sea than on the earth. If all the programmes, if all the networks, If all the ghosts that flood your head Had the decency, or feel ashamed enough, To not use pain to keep their business going, And you send your message, you make the transfer. Today they live better but not the ones that arrived tired Holding hands, with blankets on their heads The sea breeze is the wailing of the ones who stay. Tomorrow we’ll forget how two continents, Have been united by a path of lies and death But there’ll be another programme to speak of what’s important, It’ll take us ten weeks to see the rulers burn, And the fucking flags, which one waves, which one comes first, Without forgetting what a surprise it is to see what his highness has to say Hopefully one day our brains will explode on all four sides So that we can see they’ve got us totally numb. Welcome to the West, to those who went through The hell of exile, the sea, the attacks, Welcome to the West, sea of land that wounds you Welcome to death (x8)
5.
Tópicos 01:53
TOPICS Topics against capitalism (x4). Moscow was a capital. I don’t want to see you eating in McDonalds Or in a Burger King with a Pepsi Max Haven’t you noticed that the blue in your mohican Looks much better in a Doner Kebab. A new conflict, serve me a beer I’m going to fix the world with an “Estrella Dam” Nike exploits children, Reebook is a load of shit, But Adidas has a style that suits me. Topics against capitalism. Moscow was a capital. A new band full of awareness Full of mounting rage I want to shout, For every eviction, another occupation, Charging ten thousand euros for shouting revolution. Topics against capitalism. Moscow was a capital. The way they control us, we’re only numbers, It all started with the ID card Bloody bastards know everything about me I’m going to publish it in my Facebook account
6.
PEOPLE SHOUT A big bang left the world deaf and was, So retransmitted that it seems like it was yesterday Streets in tears of mourning and it must be true, That a sea of black veils has wept since long ago. And everyone’s happy when a city’s blown up There are mothers who wait like they were waiting for the end, The stars and stripes of your official flag, Hold so many dead that can’t be wiped away. USA the people shout (X4) And like this many others allied by their weapons Respect for life and a war for peace The blood of a son can break a sheet of glass And a wave of shouts the presidential house USA the people shout
7.
Ya lo ves 01:53
AS YOU CAN SEE As you can see (x9), We keep asking for the same things as yesterday I’m going to spit on a wall in ruins I write songs to stop feeling the pain There’s a cell that opens at midday And there is someone who smiles at concrete walls And in the miserable theatre of the artist There’s no paper for words of value Obligation has a materialist use It’s my hand’s that’ll say when and no. As you can see (x9), We keep asking for the same things as yesterday All my life watching how it rained I want to be a river overflowing with no colour Flood everything and fill the corners And wait my turn for reincarnation. I slowly play the chords of that day Because slowly there’s less margin of error Although maybe the error was given to me by life Which stuck a guitar to my heart.
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Bipolar 00:48
BIPOLAR I saw her go by, like so many times before, We can talk, like only fish can talk, And you are heaven, your eyes, your mouth, your hair, your body, And your nonstop changes… Of polarity (x4

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released March 9, 2014

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Después de que Mateolika graba el CD "La Matanza de la Rumba" aparecen Los EME DE MEAR que empiezan a hacer conciertos en la ciudad condal, pero la excitación del público crece al igual que la curiosidad de la gente y en cuestión de unos meses visitan Perpinyà, son invitados a tocar en Copenague y la posterior gira "HASTA LA MADRE" en 2014 que los llevará por toda la península y centro de Europa!! ... more

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