El Boogie del Chiquero en vivo Estadio Nacional 20/02/16

Con Mis Bajos y Mi Gata

ya no puedo escribir como escribía antes

antes es solo una semana

¿o se pasaron 50 años?

que pasó que no entendí

como eran las cosas

que tenia que compartir

para hacer la gran cosa

y llenar todos los espacios

como se esperaba de mi

pero todos se equivocaron,

yo no era tal!

luzco mejor de lo que soy

eso lo tengo claro ahora

ahora que ya no tengo nada que perder

porque nada tengo

ahora que sigo amando como antes

pero a nadie en el camino

ahora que la pasión me quema

pero no me consume

que la llama no se apaga

porque detrás estas tu

¿serás tu?

¿o solo yo conmigo

pegándome a ti?

qué fue de los arboles bonitos

de las verdes plantas y la luz

adonde se fueron todos los amigos

en qué momento los boté

y me quedé solo

con mis bajos

y mi gata

Cuchillazo - Munición

Tu ya sabes lo que esta pasando y presientes quien esta detrás de la mierda
Pero nadie se mueve un carajo y mirando hacia abajo le siguen la cuerda
Todos dicen que están indignados pero la verdad es que están arrodillados
O acostados en un dineral de sangre pero no es mas que una limosna
Coro I
Munición….
En el arma del pueblo objetivo en la mira
Y comienza el conteo… 4… 3… 2, 1, fuego…
se acabo la webada y empezamos de nuevo 4… 3… 2, 1, fuego…
Ya llego la verdad, acaba con el juego.
 Esos pendejos se siguen engordando con nuestra miseria
Se burlan de nuestro trabajo y consumen toda nuestra voluntad
Están gangrenando a nuestro país desde adentro desde el mismo centro
Pero la mecha ya esta prendida y la carga se va a revelar.
Coro II
(bis) Munición….
En el arma del pueblo objetivo en la mira
Y comienza el conteo… 4 3 2,1, fuego…
se acabo la webada y empezamos de nuevo 4 3 2,1, fuego…
Ya llego la verdad, acaba con el juego.
Hace tiempo que estamos sintiendo lo mismo y no hacemos nada
Estamos apoyando la humillación el racismo y la invasión
Estamos estirando la mano y llorando como mendigos
Eligiendo a un gobernante de mierda y pidiéndole ayuda
Munición….
En el arma del pueblo objetivo en la mira
Y comienza el conteo… 4… 3… 2, 1, fuego…
se acabo la webada y empezamos de nuevo 4… 3… 2, 1, fuego…
Ya llego la verdad, acaba con el juego.
 RECONCHATUMADREEEE
Recuerda que, yo soy el hijo de tu jardinero y guardian.
Fuente de letra: musica.com

Ficciones (en vivo)

Los señores de la tierra
alimentan a sus fieras
que luego nos van a mandar
Y sus mesas van repletas
de bandejas con promesas
que seguro nos van a engañar

Nos van a engañar!!

Se reparten bien las reglas
de su juego de la guerra
depende del lado que esten
y si fallan en sus metas
pues se quitan las caretas
es que ellos no pueden perder

De repente es un cuento?
o perdimos la razón?
No es posible! Es un invento!
Pero nena no es ficción
no es ficción

Su sistema es eficiente
y no te pasa por la mente
lo que hacen con tu realidad
tu consumes, te diviertes
te acostumbras, te perviertes
no sabes cuál es la verdad

De repente es un cuento?
o perdimos la razón?
No es posible! Es un invento!
Pero nena no es ficción
no, no es ficción

Música: Ego Aguirre-Silva Mora
Letra: Jorge Mora

Pax: El Documental

Killing In The Name Of!

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya 
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!

Uggh!

Pride by Living Colour

Pride
Will Calhoun

When I speak out loud
You say I'm crazy
When I'm feeling proud
You say I'm lazy
Take time to understand, I'm an equal man

You like our hair
You love our music
Our culture's large, so you abuse it
I look around and see the true reality

Chorus:
History's a lie that they teach you in school
A fraudulent view called the golden rule
A peaceful land that was born civilized
Was robbed of its riches, its freedom, its pride

When I'm at work you say I'm great
You watch and ponder, but can you relate?
Inviting eyes hands drop, when the music stops
Don't ask us why I play this music
It's my culture, so naturally I use it
I state my claim to say, it's here for all to play

Chorus

It's time for a change
Concepts rearrange
Can't you feel my rage...
It's up to you to seek the truth
To know your history, the difference between me and you
Relate to me as me, not what you see on TV

Chorus