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MAL BICHO - LOS FABULOSOS CADILLACS Vos que andás diciendo que hay mejores y peores Vos que andás diciendo que se debe hacer Escucha lo que canto, Pero no confundir! Es de Paz lo que canto. Que me hablás de privilegios de una raza soberana Superiores, Inferiores Minga de Poder! Como se te ocurre Vos que andás diciendo que hay mejores y peores Vos que andás diciendo que se debe hacer que algunos son elegidos y otros son para el descarte Ambiciones de Poder Es malo tu destino Que marcó tu camino? La canción que es valiente Es canción para siempre. Como dijo mi abuela: "Aquí el que no corre vuela" Y en el Planeta son tantos Como pueden ser tantos? En la escuela nos enseñan a memorizar Fechas de batallas Pero que poco nos enseñan de Amor ¡Discriminar!, eso no esta nada bien Ante los ojos de Dios Todos somos iguales Sos el que hace las guerras Dicta falsas condenas El que ama la violencia Que no tiene conciencia (nunca piensa, nunca piensa, no cuida ni su alma, ¡Mambo!) ¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho Así es como te ves Mal Bicho


¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho Así es como te ves Mal Bicho ¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho Así es como te ves Mal Bicho ¿Por qué vas lastimando a quién se ve distinto? Imponiendo Posturas Siempre con mano dura. ¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho Así es como te ves Mal Bicho ¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho Así es como te ves Mal Bicho ¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho Así es como te ves Mal Bicho Vos tenés pal' Abrigo Otros mueren de frío Sos el que anda matando El que va torturando... ¡Mal bicho! Todos te dicen que sos Mal bicho Así es como te ves Mal Bicho - Sí Yo no voy


A la guerra A la violencia A la injusticia Ni a su codicia... Digo NO!!! Paz en el mundo!!


REDEMPTION SONG – BOB MARLEY Old pirates, yes, they rob i; sold i to the merchant ships, minutes after they took i from the bottomless pit. but my hand was made strong by the 'and of the almighty. we forward in this generation triumphantly. won't you help to sing these songs of freedom? 'cause all i ever have: redemption songs; redemption songs. emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; none but ourselves can free our minds. have no fear for atomic energy, 'cause none of them can stop the time. how long shall they kill our prophets, while we stand aside and look? ooh! some say it's just a part of it: we've got to fulfil de book. won't you help to sing these songs of freedom? 'cause all i ever have: redemption songs; redemption songs; redemption songs. --/guitar break/ --emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; none but ourselves can free our mind. wo! have no fear for atomic energy, 'cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time. how long shall they kill our prophets, while we stand aside and look? yes, some say it's just a part of it: we've got to fulfil de book. won't you help to sing dese songs of freedom? 'cause all i ever had: redemption songs all i ever had:


redemption songs: these songs of freedom, songs of freedom.


BUFFALO SOLDIER - BOB MARLEY Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta: there was a buffalo soldier in the heart of america, stolen from africa, brought to america, fighting on arrival, fighting for survival. i mean it, when i analyze the stench to me it makes a lot of sense: how the dreadlock rasta was the buffalo soldier, and he was taken from africa, brought to america, fighting on arrival, fighting for survival. said he was a buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta buffalo soldier in the heart of america. if you know your history, then you would know where you coming from, then you wouldn't have to ask me, who the 'eck do i think i am. i'm just a buffalo soldier in the heart of america, stolen from africa, brought to america, said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival; said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america. dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! buffalo soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh! said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand, troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea. said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america; buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta, fighting on arrival, fighting for survival; driven from the mainland to the heart of the caribbean. singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! troddin' through san juan in the arms of america; troddin' through jamaica, a buffalo soldier# fighting on arrival, fighting for survival: buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta. woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! /fadeout/


IMAGINE – JOHN LENNON Imagine there's no Heaven It's easy if you try And no Hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no country It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one Maybe someday you will join us And the world will be as one Imagine no posessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger Or Brotherhood of Man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one And maybe someday you will join us And the world will be as one You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one Maybe someday you will join us And the world will be as one...


GIVE PEACE A CHANCE – JOHN LENNON One, Two, one two three four Ev'rybody's talking about Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism This-ism, that-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m. All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance C'mon Ev'rybody's talking about Ministers, Sinisters, Banisters and canisters Bishops and Fishops and Rabbis and Pop eyes, And bye bye, bye byes. All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Let me tell you now Ev'rybody's talking about Revolution, evolution, masturbation, flagellation, regulation, integrations, meditations, United Nations, Congratulations. All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Ev'rybody's talking about John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper, Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna, Hare, Hare Krishna All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance


REVOLUTION 1 – THE BEATLES You say you want a revolution Well you know we all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well you know We all want to change the wo-rld But when you talk about destruction Don't you know you can count me out, Don't you know it's gonna be? alright? Alright Alright You say you got a real solution Well you know we'd all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well you know We're all doing what we can But if you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell you is brother you have to wait Don't you know it's gonna be alright?

Alright Alright uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah You say you'll change the constitution Well you know we'd all love to change your head You tell me it's the institution Well you know You better free your mind instead But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know it's gonna be alright Alright ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT


THE REFUGEE – U2 War, War... She's the refugee I see your face I see you staring back at me Wa, War... She's the refugee Her mama say one day she's gonna Live in America In the morning She is waiting Waiting for the ship to sail Sail away Wa, War... Her papa go to war He gonna fight But he don't know what for Wa, War... Her papa go to war Her mama say one day he's gonna Come back from far away Help me How can you help me? In the evening She is waiting Waiting for her man to come And take her by her hand And take her to this promise land War, War... She's a pretty face But at the wrong time In the wrong place Wa, War... She's a pretty face Her mama say one day she's gonna Live in America Yeah, America Wa, War... She's a refugee


She's coming back, she's coming Keep you company Wa, War... She's a refugee Her mama say one day she's gonna Live in America (.................... ?)


GAME WITHOUT FRONTIERS/JEUX SANS FRONTIERS – PETER GABRIEL Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières Hans plays with Lotte Lotte plays with Jane Jane plays with Willi Willi is happy again Suki plays with Leo Sacha plays with Britt Adolf builds a bonfire Enrico plays with it Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle It's a knockout If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers War without tears If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers War without tears Games without frontiers War without tears Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières Andre has a red flag Chiang Ching's is blue They all have hills to fly them on Except for Lin Tai Yu Dressing up in costumes Playing silly games Hiding out in tree tops Shouting out rude names Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle


It's a knockout If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers War without tears If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers War without tears Games without frontiers War without tears Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontiers Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontières Jeux sans frontières, Jeux sans frontiers


BIKO – PETER GABRIEL September '77 port elizabeth weather fine it was business as usual in police room 619 oh biko, biko, because biko oh biko, biko, because biko yihla moja, yihla moja -the man is dead when i try to sleep at night i can only dream in red the outside world is black and white with only one colour dead oh biko, biko, because biko oh biko, biko, because biko yihla moja, yihla moja -the man is dead you can blow out a candle but you can't blow out a fire once the flames begin to catch the wind will blow it higher oh biko, biko, because biko yihla moja, yihla moja -the man is dead and the eyes of the world are watching now watching now


RUSSIANS - STING In europe and america there's a growing feeling of hysteria Conditioned to respond to all the threats In the rhetorical speeches of the soviets Mr. krushchev said we will bury you I don't subscribe to this point of view It would be such an ignorant thing to do If the russains love their children too How can i save my little boy from oppenheimer's deadly toy There is no monopoly of common sense On either side of the political fence We share the same biology Regardless of ideology Believe me when i say to you I hope the russians love their children too There is no historical precedent To put words in the mouth of the president There's no such thing as a winnable war It's a lie we don't believe anymore Mr. reagan says we will protect you I don't subscribe to this point of view Believe me when i say to you I hope the russians love their children too We share the same biology Regardless of ideology What might save us me and you Is that the russians love their children too


CHILDREN’S CRUSADE – STING Young men, soldiers, Nineteen Fourteen Marching through countries they'd never seen Virgins with rifles, a game of charades All for a Children's Crusade Pawns in the game are not victims of chance Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade All of those young lives betrayed The children of England would never be slaves They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves The flower of England face down in the mud And stained in the blood of a whole generation Corpulent generals safe behind lines History's lessons drowned in red wine Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade All of those young lives betrayed All for a Children's Crusade The children of England would never be slaves They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves The flower of England face down in the mud And stained in the blood of a whole generation Midnight in Soho, Nineteen Eighty-four Fixing in doorways, opium slaves Poppies for young men, such bitter trade All of those young lives betrayed All for a Children's Crusade


MARTIN LUTHER KING Sleep sleep tonight and may your dreams be realized if the thunder cloud passes rain so let it rain rain down on him so let it be so let it be sleep sleep tonight and may your dreams be realized if the thundercloud passes rain so let it rain let it rain rain on him


SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY – U2 Yes... I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away How long... How long must we sing this song How long, how long... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight... Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across the dead end street But I won't heed the battle call It puts my back up Puts my back up against the wall Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who has won The trench is dug within our hearts And mothers, children, brothers, sisters Torn apart Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday How long... How long must we sing this song How long, how long... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight...tonight... Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away


(Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) And it's true we are immune When fact is fiction and TV reality And today the millions cry We eat and drink while tomorrow they die (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) The real battle just begun To claim the victory Jesus won On... Sunday Bloody Sunday Sunday Bloody Sunday...


THE FLETCHER MEMORIAL – PINK FLOYD Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere and build them a home, a little place of their own. the fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings. And they can appear to themselves every day on closed circuit t.v. to make sure they're still real. it's the only connection they feel. "ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, reagan and haig, mr. begin and friend, mrs. thatcher, and paisly, "hello maggie!" mr. brezhnev and party. "who's the bald chap?" the ghost of mccarthy, the memories of nixon. "good-bye!" and now, adding color, a group of anonymous latinamerican meat packing glitterati. Did they expect us to treat them with any respect? they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile. boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead. Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye with their favorite toys they'll be good girls and boys in the fletcher memorial home for colonial wasters of life and limb. Is everyone in? are you having a nice time? now the final solution can be applied.


Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call The police Always come late If they come at all Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call The police Always come late If they come at all And when they arrive They say they can't interfere With domestic affairs Between a man and his wife And as they walk out the door The tears well up in her eyes Last night I heard the screaming Then a silence that chilled my soul Prayed that I was dreaming When I saw the ambulance in the road And the policeman said "I'm here to keep the peace. Will the crowd disperse? I think we all could use some sleep." Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call The police Always come late If they come at all


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