Arriba Extremoduro
Ya no quedan canciones
como las de Extremoduro.
Yo no doy ni un puto duro
por acordes que me mientan.
No consigo entenderme,
llevo tiempo intentando dejar de ponerme,
y por mas que lo intento,
mi cabeza mas se pierde.
Se me han roto las bombillas de las luces
que alumbraban mi camino.
Las jodieron a pedradas
cuatro pijos cantandole a lo divino.
Que es el amor.
Quiero ser Evaristo
y no me paso de listo
si te digo a la cara
que mientes mas que pestañeas.
No queremos canciones
que digan que nos sobra el amor
Ya no quedan corcheas,
ni negras ni redondas
para la gente que habla
de lo que realmente importa
Yo le escupo a la luna
para que alumbre tu vida.
No voy tocando los huevos
con ningun cantar de cuna.
Se me han roto las bombillas de las luces
que alumbraban mi camino.
Las jodieron a pedradas
cuatro pijos cantandole a lo divino.
Que es el amor.
Quiero ser Evaristo
y no me paso de listo
si te digo a la cara
que mientes mas que pestañeas.
No queremos canciones
que digan que nos sobra el amor
Y arriba Extremoduro,
levantese la gente,
que no queremos cuentos,
que somos diferentes.
Y arriba Extremoduro,
levantese la gente,
que no queremos cuentos,
que somos diferentes.
Que es el amor.
Quiero ser Evaristo
y no me paso de listo
si te digo a la cara
que mientes mas que pestañeas.
No queremos canciones
que digan que nos sobra el amor.
Y dejar de lado la vereda de la puerta de atras
por donde te vi marchar
como una regadera
que la hierba hace que vuelva a brotar.
Y ahora todo es campo..
y muere a todas horas gente dentro de mi televisor,
quiero oir una cancion
que no hable de sandeces
y que diga que nos sobra el amor
y que acabe en si menor.
Ya no quedan canciones
como las de Extremoduro.
Up Extremoduro
There are no songs left
like those of Extremoduro.
I don't give a damn
for chords that lie to me.
I can't understand myself,
I've been trying to stop getting high for a while,
and no matter how hard I try,
my mind gets more lost.
The light bulbs of the lights
that used to light my path have broken.
They were smashed to pieces
by four posh kids singing about the divine.
What is love.
I want to be Evaristo
and I'm not being too smart
if I tell you to your face
that you lie more than you blink.
We don't want songs
saying we have too much love.
There are no longer eighth notes,
nor black nor whole notes
for people who talk
about what really matters.
I spit at the moon
to light up your life.
I'm not messing around
with any lullabies.
The light bulbs of the lights
that used to light my path have broken.
They were smashed to pieces
by four posh kids singing about the divine.
What is love.
I want to be Evaristo
and I'm not being too smart
if I tell you to your face
that you lie more than you blink.
We don't want songs
saying we have too much love.
And up with Extremoduro,
let the people rise,
because we don't want stories,
we are different.
And up with Extremoduro,
let the people rise,
because we don't want stories,
we are different.
What is love.
I want to be Evaristo
and I'm not being too smart
if I tell you to your face
that you lie more than you blink.
We don't want songs
saying we have too much love.
And leave aside the path of the back door
where I saw you leave
like a watering can
that makes the grass grow back.
And now everything is countryside..
and people die inside my TV all the time,
I want to hear a song
that doesn't talk nonsense
and says we have too much love
and ends in a minor key.
There are no songs left
like those of Extremoduro.