Posts Tagged ‘Blues’

Desde el día en que nací tuve una cosa muy clara
Que tendría que pagar por ser una especie rar
Yo soy el hijo bastardo del Blues con una mujer
Que movía sus caderas hasta hacerte enloquecer.

Mi viejo me enseno ha hacerte mover los pies
Y tocdar con sentimiento, rabia puse al nacer
Me maldicen los babosos por tocar mi guitarra
Y los modernos de turno se disfrazan con mi piel.

He poseido a mucha gente,
Desde Chuck, Hendrix a Page
Y hasta para el mismo diablo en el infierno yo toque
Tengo un primo afeminado que reina en televisión
Es el encanto de las nenas, por nombre se puso “Pop”.

Mi viejo me enseno ha hacerte mover los pies

Y a tocar con sentimiento, rabia puse al nacer
Me maldicen los babosos por tocar mi guitarra
Nunca han podido hacerme callar,
Mi nombre es rock’ n’ roll.

[Solos: Mohamed - J. Carlos / J. Carlos]

El día que tú naciste nacieron los coliflores
Por eso los albaniles llevan zapatillas blancas.

[Solo: Mohamed]

I know that it’s evil
I know that it’s got to be
I know I ain’t doing much
Doing nothing means a lot to me
Living on a shoe string
A fifty cent millionaire
Open to charity
Rock’n'roller welfare

Sitting in my Cadillac
Listening to my radio
Suzy baby get on in
Tell me where she want to go
I’m living in a nightmare
She’s looking like a wet dream
I got myself a Cadillac
But I can’t afford the gasoline

CHORUS:
I’ve got holes in my shoes
And I’m way overdue
Down payment blues

Get myself a steady job
Some responsibility
Can’t even feed my cat
On social security
Hiding from the rent man
Oh it makes me want to cry
Sheriff knocking on my door
Ain’t it funny how the time flies

Sitting on my sailing boat
Sipping off my champaign
Suzy baby all at sea
Say she want to come again
Feeling like a paper cup
Blowing down a storm drain
Got myself a sailing boat
But I can’t afford (a cabaret?)

He’s gonna tell you ’bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in Springfield Mass.
He’s gonna tell you ’bout his baby brother
Hustlin’ down the city streets
And selling his ass for a dollar bag
He’s gonna tell you ’bout his Uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He’s gonna tell you ’bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines
And a sailer

He’s got the blues this boy
Has got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He’s got the blues, this boy
He’s got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it

When I was nine years old
My daddy ran away
With a woman he met on a train, oh

His little boy
Ran to the room
Where his piano
Lay in wait for him
He played and he played
He played and he played

He’s got the blues, this boy
Has got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
He’s got the blues, this boy
Has got the blues

A year ago I met a girl
I thought we’d hit a massive groove
But she dumped me
And all we’d hit were the blues

He’s got the blues, this boy
He’s got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He’s got the blues, this boy
Has really got the blues