Corpiños en la madrugada

NIGHT AND DAY Night and day the winds hold away In the upper athmosphere And down this way the children play With their warmed up plastic spears And the cars drive by And the flower dies And the traffic flows And the flower grows. You walk into the room You're bound to find me there You hand me the wooden spoon The sun shines through your hair But please, please, leave me Until ten to four 'cause I'm piecing together the night before So you call me on the phone So I feel I'm not alone And you mention Ho Chi Minn While I try to remember where I've been But the TV goes on and on and on But the aerial's fucked So the picture is wrong And the whole of this is only a song The whole of this is only a song The cars drive by, And the flower dies and the traffic flows, and the flower grows, Night and Day, Night and Day, It’s just Night and Day. MEJOR NO HABLAR (DE CIERTAS COSAS) Una mujer, una mujer atrás, una mujer atrás de un vidrio empañado. Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Un tornado, un tornado, un tornado... Un tornado arrasó a mi ciudad y a mí jardín primitivo. Un tornado arrasó a tu ciudad y a tu jardín primitivo. Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Yo, yo, yo, yo... Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. No, no, no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Saltando, saltando, saltando... Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. La mujer, el vidrio, el tornado, el jardín primitivo, yo, la flor, saltando, fugitivo, no, no, no... Que no, que no, que no... BANDERITAS Y GLOBOS Estoy montado sobre este carrusel Puede parecer divertido pero te sentís en el infierno Mis pies están doloridos Aunque no toquen el suelo Pero escucha bien esto, ¡qué hermoso sonido! Chau Julie y chau Linda No van a saber de mi porque no escribo cartas Por ahí recibirán un mensaje desde un bar nocturno Por ahí recibirán un mensaje desde una estrella fugaz. Porque estoy montado sobre este carrusel parece divertido pero te sentís en el infierno Mis pies están doloridos Aunque no toquen el suelo Pero escucha bien esto, ¡qué estrella fugaz! Pienso que sos muy hermosa Pero parecés triste Sabés que no soy nada y soy tan malo Me muevo en círculos haciendo nada Excepto sonidos TELEPHONES / WHITE TRASH Night is down in insect town I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube Tedious, tedium, flowing slow I'm crying for something I could really use We're worker ants, or ants with wings Saying "God I'm high" or "Christ, I'm late" Asking girls and women "Won't you show us the way To crumple sheets and naughtier things? " But it's sad, so sad The old people never had not quite so bad (not this way, anyway) And it’s sad, sad, sad The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV The sadness of shooting away your bloom And of old crumpled men in their workday suits And telephones ringing in empty rooms All the birds have flown from the uptown And a family I know has built an ark It's been raining long in a steady flow And newspaper headlines read bad and stark But is sad, so sad The old people never had not quite so bad. And it’s sad, sad, sad The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV The sadness of shooting away your bloom And of old crumpled men in their workday suits And telephones ringing in empty rooms SKa ,Ska,.... People of Babylon, if you want to be wrong You've got to be strong If not you'll go down Down, down, down You can bite the hands that feeds you Spit in the face of those who needs you But when you're old, who is gonna feed you When you're on your own? I hear my black brothers every day Saying how they've been put down in so many ways Well, what about us Rasta? Some of us been treated just the same way I look around and all I see is White trash in a Babylon White trash in a London White trash right here in Buenos Aires town Ska, Ska... People of the Argentine You eat your meat everyday And you dress so fine What about your brothers in Africa Dying, starving All of the time? Well you can bite the hand... I look around and all I see is White trash in Birmingham White trash in Twinckenham White trash where I live in Hurlingham. UNA NOCHE EN NEW YORK CITY Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Caras conchetas, miradas berretas y hombres encajados en Fiorucci. Oigo "dame" y "quiero" y "no te metas" "Te gustó el nuevo Bertolucci?". La rubia tarada, bronceada, aburrida, me dice "Por qué te pelaste?" Y yo "Por el asco que dá tu sociedad. Por el pelo de hoy ¿cuánto gastaste?" Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Un pseudo punkito, con el acento finito quiere hacer el chico malo. Tuerce la boca, se arregla el pelito, se toma un trago y vuelve a Belgrano. Basta! Me voy, rumbo a la puerta y después al boliche a la esquina a tomar una ginebra con gente despierta. Esta si que es Argentina! Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Una noche en New York City... DIVIDED BY JOY I'm always breaking glasses In other people rooms Forever making passes at other people's tombs No matter what existed A few short years ago The happy days were busted and that's the way things go What a good time what a lovely time What a good time What a lonely time. Agosto...Agosto... Perra!!! And if I had some trousers I'd walk right down the street And if I had a mauser I'd shoot everyone I meet What a time! What a good time what a lovely time What a good time What a lonely time. Otto...Otto... Perra!!! Well I'm still breaking glasses In other people rooms Forever making passes at other people's tombs No matter what existed A few short years ago The happy days were busted and that's the way things go. QUIERO DINERO (quiero dinero, Helmut, Omar, es un corpiño para madrugar! 10 centavos… plata) Sergio, Omar Quiero dinero, quiero dinero Helumt, Omar Quiero dinero, quiero dinero Helmut, Helmut Quiero dinero, quiero dinero Sergio… Quiero, quiero, quiero, quiero, quiero! Machín, Stud Bar! Quiero dinero, quiero dinero Einstein, we have! Quiero dinero, quiero dinero Corrupción, Dale! Quiero dinero, quiero dinero Zero… Quiero, quiero, quiero, quiero, quiero! Sergio, Omar Quiero dinero, quiero dinero Helumt, Omar Quiero dinero, quiero dinero Helmut, Helmut Quiero dinero, quiero dinero Sergio… Quiero, quiero, quiero, quiero, quiero! FUCK YOU You know that things are really saint About of being annoyed I look up in the morning And I doubt if she's really sloe select, select the parasite And forget me for that way I never rocked anybody And I just want to run away Yeyeyeyeyeyeyeye Yoyoyoyoyo Fuck You !!! Yeah .... You know I see you in the morning times But I wanna see you now I look up anybody I gave you that stupid card Abel Abel Abel Abel Yeyeyeyeyeyeyeye Yoyoyoyoyoyoyoy Fuck You ! Yeah, Come on it Right!!! DISCO BABY DISCO We walked down to the disco on that Saturday night. You know, you really looked good, you know, I felt all right We walked to that Disco on that Saturday night. You know, I really looked good you know, I felt all right. Disco Baby Disco! When you're dying in your bed. Disco Baby Disco! When you're crying in your head. Disco Baby Disco! You don't know rock and roll. Disco Baby Disco! Is gonna satisfy your soul...Yeah! Well I don't know, but I've been told, the streets of heaven are lined with gold. I don't know but I've been told, the streets of heaven are lined with gold. I wonder if it can get much worse if the Russians get up there first? Eh? Ha, ha! Disco Baby Disco. Do it when you're down. Disco Baby Disco. Do it upside down. Disco Baby Disco. Writhing in your bed. Disco Baby Disco. You're dancing on your head. Cu-cu, cu-cu, cu-cu chu cho! Cucurucho! Disco!... HEROIN I'm in love with this modern world I'm in love with these modern girls. I used to love an English girl, and now I love a little German girl. I used to love an Italian girl, and now I love an Argentinian girl. I used to love this rock 'n roll world, but now I love that old suicide world. But there's one thing, One thing I can't forget because it's in my head and I think about it when I'm in bed. Do you know what it is? It's... Heroin Heroin Heroin Heroin Soltate con Wellapon, soltate. Soltá tu pelo con Wellapon. Soltá el brillo, soltá la belleza de tu pelo con Wellapon. Because, you know, it keeps on in my head. Do you know what it is? It's... Heroin Heroin Heroin Heroin